Chapter 2: Are You Willing to Sign a Contract With for to Eat and Live?
'Habika?'
Viktor paused slightly as mories from the ga began surfacing in his mind.
This was 1 of the many gods in the ga's lore.
A character who existed solely within the ga's background—only ever ntioned in the storybooks collected through fetch quests.
No one had ever seen its true form.
According to the ga's recorded lore, every ti Habika appeared, it would bring either natural disaster or man-made catastrophe.
The most severe recorded instance had Habika's single appearance reducing the world's human population by half!
This was a deeply sinister and terrifying god.
"Of course, you may also call by my current na—Weija."
The Crow who called itself Weija politely folded its wings across its chest and gave a bow.
Viktor couldn't get a read on its intentions, so he made no response.
Seeing Viktor remain silent, Weija ruffled its wings and straightened its posture.
"Interesting. It seems you've heard of ."
Viktor: "Never heard of you."
He understood perfectly well in his heart—being entangled by a god was no good thing. That was a universally acknowledged truth among players.
Especially a god like this one, who existed within background lore. It looked dangerous by nature.
But why would an Evil God who had never once appeared in the ga's Storyline seek out Viktor ahead of schedule?
Weija opened its beak, its voice rasping out like a Crow's before Viktor could think further:
"You are not Viktor. Your soul is not filthy enough."
Its single eye fixed itself on Viktor, seemingly trying to find even a trace of 'panic' on his face—but Viktor's characteristic expressionlessness left it disappointed.
"A god can see through souls."
It said.
"But it doesn't matter. I ca looking for you specifically."
Weija shook its feathers. A single long black feather drifted down onto the desk and transford into a black sheet of paper. White lines twisted and contorted, forming a mass of text—like a demon's Contract.
Viktor looked at the contents of the paper and felt a headache coming on.
He had only just arrived in this world, hadn't done a single thing, and yet he'd already signed 2 Contracts in the span of 1 day.
I do Power Leveling. I'm not so poor overworked grunt.
He took the paper and read through it, remarking with a sardonic tone:
"Aren't you a god? Fallen on hard tis?"
He hadn't expected that even a god would need to go out and solicit clients.
The Contract stated that if he signed his na, he would be required to provide this Crow with food, shelter, and daily necessities—and on top of that, help it build a church and develop followers for this Evil God.
The Contract stated that the more followers it had, the stronger its power would grow.
And that was it.
Viktor: "……"
Even the most lopsided Contract wasn't this outrageous. Feed you, house you, and find you followers—and after you've gotten all the benefits, I get absolutely nothing?
He stared wordlessly at the Crow. It was elegantly preening its feathers, like so noble bird.
If one could manage to ignore its single eye.
"My power has been mostly sealed, and I can only seek shelter under another's care. Accept this deal, and you will gain the friendship of a god."
"It's worth it."
Weija called out as it continued preening its feathers.
Viktor was speechless. The friendship of a god? What good was that?
The Crow glanced at him with its single eye, seemingly reading the thought in his mind, and said lightly: "It can save your life."
"Deal!"
Viktor swept his hand across the Contract and signed his na in full.
He wasn't particularly worried about being cheated—god always kept their word.
Even Evil Gods.
The mont the Contract was signed, he felt a subtle and peculiar connection form between them.
It was as though, with a single thought, he could locate this Crow no matter where it was.
The Crow flew up and perched on Viktor's shoulder, resuming its preening.
Leah had been absolutely right—keeping a Crow as a pet was genuinely a mark of terrible taste.
But he was new here, the Contract was already signed, so he'd treat it as adopting a pet with no sense of style.
All he had to do was provide food and shelter anyway.
As for the church—he'd just spend money to build 1 later.
He turned to look at the other Contract lying nearby, which also required his signature.
It was a Contract from the Advanced Magic Academy, sincerely inviting him to join the Academy as a teacher and promising the title of Professor.
Only then did he rember that while Viktor was a Villain, he was also a magical prodigy.
At a ti when countless aging mages remained trapped at the 2nd tier, Viktor had already reached the 3rd tier at the age of 20.
And converting that to ga terms…
Viktor silently recited the thought, and a ga panel appeared before his eyes.
【Na: Viktor Clavena】
LV: 39
HP: 1000/1000
MP: 4900/4900
A standard glass-cannon mage.
This confird his suspicion—he had indeed Transmigrated into the ga.
A 3rd-tier mage corresponded to levels 30~39 in the ga, and so on from there.
Yet according to the background lore, Viktor had made no progress in his magic for 9 years, and his na as a prodigy had long since been forgotten by the world.
Only by Transmigrating into Viktor's body did he realize—Viktor had been hiding his true ability.
The experience bar had been accumulating for who knows how long. He could have easily cleared the 3rd-tier threshold long ago and leaped straight to the level of a 4th-tier Human Saint Mage.
Yet Viktor had never done so. He had always been scheming sothing.
Whatever his character flaws, his na as a prodigy was genuinely earned.
This Contract—he had to sign it.
Setting aside the fact that it was his younger sister and fiancée who had fought to secure this title for him—
With a Professor title, he would effectively be under the protection of the Magic Academy. The Duke's side would no longer be able to cause trouble for him so easily.
At the very least, on the surface, they would need a legitimate reason.
A minor daughter being confessed to by a Scumbag Mage? That reason wouldn't hold up.
Everyone had the heart to admire beauty—was his daughter going to go her whole life without marrying?
Viktor picked up his pen, signed his na on the Contract, had a servant deliver it to the Magic Academy, then rose from his seat and walked toward the rear courtyard of the Manor.
Weija finally stopped preening and asked what he was planning to do.
Viktor didn't even turn his head as he answered:
"Going to teach at the school tomorrow. I need to practice my magic so I don't get rusty."
"Take with you."
Weija stood on his shoulder, chattering away.
In no ti, they arrived at the Training Ground, where several massive stone targets stood.
Viktor looked up at the towering stone figures and felt a quiet surprise.
In the ga, players' rear courtyards also contained these sa magical great stones, used to improve skill proficiency.
The stones would display damage numbers, and based on those numbers, one could gauge the proficiency of a skill as well as the degree of one's own attribute training.
Now that Viktor was seeing the sa thing in the rear courtyard of his own Manor, he couldn't help but feel a quiet sense of wonder.
Weija watched him pause and assud that after going so long without practice, even a training dummy had managed to intimidate him.
It then proceeded to chatter on exactly like a real Crow.
"Magic, you see, requires a great deal of technique…"
And on and on it went, lecturing Viktor at length—things like how to cast with less effort, how to maximize power.
The Crow ruffled its freshly preened feathers: "If I weren't so depleted of power, I'd show you what truly superior high-tier magic looks like."
Viktor said nothing and simply let it ramble on.
He glanced at his skill list, and what he saw left him quite satisfied.
The magic Viktor had access to—he already knew it all by heart.
As the final Boss of Chapter 2: 【Kingdom in Chaos】, Viktor was a hurdle every single player had to overco.
As a Power Leveler, he had long since morized every one of Viktor's cold skills.
The mont the Boss raised a hand, he already knew exactly what it was about to throw out.
Weija was still going: "There are so many things to watch out for in magic! Drawing the magic circle, the speed of your incantation…"
Before it could finish, Viktor raised a hand. Bang—a bolt of black lightning cracked outward.
【1st-Tier Spell: Black Thunder Lance】
Not a flicker of change crossed Viktor's face. Casting magic seed as natural to him as eating, drinking, or using the bathroom.
Then followed a succession of 2nd and 3rd-tier skills—bursting like fireworks, leaving mark after mark across the surface of the great stones.
Like an unrelenting bombardnt, the entire rear courtyard blazed with brilliant light.
Weija, standing on Viktor's shoulder, fell silent.
Viktor looked at his now nearly depleted MP and felt rather dissatisfied.
A Boss's constitution was just too frail. A handful of skills and the magic bar was already gone.
If a player geared up with a full set of equipnt, their MP would easily exceed 10,000—who would ever worry about conserving magic then?
"You cast spells without drawing a magic circle?"
Viktor ignored it.
The mage class was known among players as a spell machine gun.
That was because in the ga's design, the magic circle was never sothing players needed to manually operate.
All they had to do was press a hotkey, sit through the casting animation, and the skill would fly out with a whoosh.
And for a Power Leveler like him who had played every class under the sun, every class's skills had long since been second nature.
Casting a spell? That was as effortless as breathing.
Seeing that he had already achieved perfect command over his skill execution, Viktor prepared to leave.
Weija suddenly spoke up: "Don't be in such a rush to go—the way you cast those spells has very curious. Keep going a little longer, won't you?"
Viktor had no intention of indulging it.
What do you think this is, fireworks? Just set them off whenever you feel like it.
That thought had barely ford when his gaze caught sothing—Weija's single eye had lit up with a blinding streak of blue, which then enveloped Viktor's entire body.
He felt as though a rope had been tied between himself and the Crow.
Viktor pulled up his panel and looked again.
MP: 995099/999999
He looked down at Weija.
I want to report this. This thing is cheating.
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