Just like the kin of many Old Gods, my ancestors were once swept to the Skull Coast of the Eastern Continent under the rule of the Abaddon Secret Teachings, adjacent to the rmaid Kingdom.
Because of this, I was able to find descendants with a close bloodline in the Dragon Court, and I gained the opportunity to be among the first to establish a fortress bridgehead in the New Continent.
But as an outsider, my origin has always affected my status.
If I can bring these treasures to the Demon Lord, Her Majesty Lorraine the Death Pianist,
even if I abandon the task halfway here, she would at least make a Prince and help ascend to the Fifth Order!"
Not only that.
He grasped the quill pen in his hand, which shone with a trace of barely noticeable divine light, and coldly sneered in his heart:
"How can a re pawnbroker’s research on the soul compare to ours, the Devils?
Even a pawnbroker possesses the transcendent ability of ’Contract Fraud,’ so how could we Devils not have it?
When we reach the Third Order, the spirituality that evolves is ’Deceptive Brilliance,’ allowing us to capture every ambiguity and loophole during transactions, twisting the unfavorable clauses to our desired outco.
For example...sacrificing my lower servants to pay the price in my stead!
Even if, after all considerations, my soul truly lacks Divinity, with incomplete Beastliness manifesting, Her Majesty Lorraine, a Fifth Order Demigod, can personally intervene, consuming a vast amount of ’Fifth Elent’ to help replenish it.
This trade is all profit, no loss!"
However, the Genie of the Bottle, influenced by the ’Faustian Contract,’ found its greed like a burst dam, uncontrollable.
"Anyway, whether it’s one or two, it’s still an exchange, so why not trade for those others too.
Panacea, Alchemy of Transmutation, Blast Furnace Ironslting, Military-grade Whale Oil Firearms, Whale Oil Steam Engine, Sugarcane Papermaking Technique... I want them all!"
In the next mont.
Byron: "Friend, are you willing to exchange your soul for this roll of toilet paper?"
Genie of the Bottle: "Yes, I am willing!"
As the latter signed their na on the contract, the transaction was declared complete.
A series of knowledge began to pour into the devil’s brain, and he devoured it greedily, dancing with excitent:
"Hahaha... foolish enough to trade a waterlon for a sesa seed, I will soon beco invincible in the world!"
After a while, the devil cald down, yet realized that Mr. Wednesday hadn’t taken away the price he was due to pay.
Waving his hand as if magnanimously:
"Mr. Wednesday, I always believe in fair trades and am especially willing to pay for knowledge. Please take your paynt."
Inwardly, he was already prepared to have his lower servants pay his price the mont the contract was activated.
The Devil Duke Richard, The Kingmaker Warwick, of the sa or even higher Order compared to him, could not be manipulated aside from taking a commission, but grasping that puppet George and other underlings posed no difficulty.
Byron nodded, reconfirming:
"Very well, so your mories, family affections, love, friendships, half of your Divinity, and half of your Beastliness all belong to .
In other words, more than half of your soul already belongs to , correct?"
After the Genie of the Bottle confird again, he did not activate the transaction, but instead took out another Sacred Relic, ’The First Stock Certificate,’ from his pocket.
Yet this ti he didn’t use ’Sell’ as he had in many past occasions, but activated...[Buy]!
"Use any property worth more than one Gold Pound to activate ’Buy,’ becoming a tiny shareholder of an organization.
Upon obtaining more than fifty percent of the shares, imdiately gain substantial ownership of the organization, not subject to anyone’s will."
For Byron, there was no need for the process of collecting paynt; he directly fast-forwarded to "I have acquired you," what’s yours is mine, and what’s mine is still mine.
"Wait...."
In the next mont, the expression of unabashed confidence on the Genie of the Bottle’s face gradually stiffened.
Byron clapped his hands.
"Haha, mission accomplished."
Whether it’s the devil’s wishes or his transactions, the essence is always about who deceives more cleverly.
Making a trafficker willingly get sold even knowing I am also a trafficker is the pinnacle of trade.
There is a story circulating on the Continent about a clever person—a wealthy rchant who fell seriously ill unexpectedly. Just before dying, his son was not beside him, with only a servant of many years.
Worried that after his death, the servant would covet the wealth and his son would get nothing, he told the servant: I leave you all my possessions, but you must allow my son to choose any one item from the inheritance.
The servant readily agreed, and as a result, the son chose the servant, bringing all possessions along with the servant back under his control.
Byron had more tricks up his sleeve than the Genie of the Bottle, more asymtric information, combining both, the devil who had fooled countless finally fell into his pot.
Byron snapped his fingers, the setting vanished, and he himself revealed his true face.
The devil’s pupils shrank to pinpricks:
"It was you! The Great Loyalist, Count of Torrentfort, The Sea Hunter Saint Byron! No, no, no, I don’t know you, I’ve never seen your face.
Don’t kill !"
But at this mont, even moving a finger required his master’s permission; he couldn’t even close his eyes.
Byron cheerfully approached him, warmly patting his shoulder, consoling:
"Don’t be nervous, Mr. Leonardo the Hell Painter, as long as you can grant my small wish, I can let you go."
The latter imdiately perked up; he might not be good at other things, but this task was too familiar for him.
"Just help you achieve a wish and you’ll let go? Really?"
"Of course! We can continue with a contract."
Byron grinned, telling him his wish:
"My first wish is... for three more wishes."
The face of the Genie of the Bottle visibly turned ashen.
He already knew what the opponent’s fourth wish, seventh wish, tenth wish, thirteenth, sixteenth, nineteenth... wish would be.
He couldn’t help but wail in despair:
"Ah——! You are no Holy Spirit, your true form is actually... a Devil!!!"
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