Farming in a Parallel World and Becoming a God-Chapter 104 - 92: Is There No Justice in Heaven?_1

This is the most vicious contract for a devil, second only to having their True Name of Demons mastered.

Once enslaved, it’s not merely a loss of freedom, their development, too, will be greatly limited.

Put more plainly, at least half of the Life Force they gain from Gnawing will be shared with the contractor.

This is a contract that delves deep into the soul, and not even death can nullify it.

The only way to break free is for the soul to disintegrate and be reformed. Once it comes to that, even if they remain a devil, they are no longer the same devil.

No.

This contract, he absolutely will not accept. No one, no one can enslave him.

He had barely escaped from the clutches of the Goblin Witch in the Tesser Yama Mine, how could he possibly submit to an even more degrading enslavement?

He, Andrew, will never be enslaved.

Boom!

Just as he gathered his wits to resist the Soul Enslavement Contract, the Dog Demon felt as if his head had been struck by a shotgun blast.

It was that cursed psychic Attack again, turning his brain to mush, leaving him in complete disarray.

At this moment, the Goblin Sorcerer’s incantations were completed as well, their soul vibrations beginning to synchronize, forming a mysterious connection. A visible beam of light appeared between them, and one could clearly see a stream of crimson substance continuously flowing from the Dog Demon to the Goblin Sorcerer—this was the essence of the Dog Demon, Hell Power.

Gaven, who had been ready, grabbed the Dog Demon, now at death’s door and emerging from the much-diluted Holy Water, and threw it at the feet of Vick.

The two of them let out roars involuntarily.

With the influx of Hell Power, the Goblin Sorcerer’s body was elongated by an invisible strength, growing several centimeters taller. His thin frame even started to show the outlines of muscles, showing signs of demonic transformation. His eyes changed from crimson to the Dog Demon’s orange-yellow hue, and a pair of short horns sprouted from his forehead, marking him with the stamp of Hell power.

No wonder mortals find it difficult to resist the temptation of the power of demons and devils. Even knowing the miserable fate that awaits them, the process of gaining power is too quick, too simple. It only requires an effortless contract.

The situation was completely reversed for the Dog Demon. Its body, eroded by the Holy Water, was further dehydrating.

Firstly, because a part of its essence had been siphoned off by the Goblin Sorcerer.

Secondly, it was using this opportunity to heal its severely battered body, regrowing its four limbs.

There was no extra Life Force for it to use this time; it could only draw upon its own reserves.

By the time they both stabilized, the Dog Demon had shrunk to the size of a normal Zuo Lang.

Meanwhile, the Goblin Sorcerer not only underwent a physical Enhancement but also increased his Professional Level by one, reaching level seven.

Although the Dog Demon’s body returned to normal, it was extremely lethargic, lying next to the Goblin Sorcerer, not wanting to move an inch.

The look it gave Gaven was devoid of any resentment, filled only with endless Fear.

This Half-Elf before it was truly frightening. What he did to himself was something not even a devil could imagine.

If possible, the Dog Demon wouldn’t want to stay by his side for even a second more.

But the problem now was that he was no longer in control of his own body. From this point on, he would be at their beck and call, not only without any reward but actually at his own expense.

Is there no justice left in this world? Is there no law?

Had he known, he would have stayed in the Tesser Yama Mine, where the Goblin Witch’s methods, though cruel, were at least within the realm of normalcy, which he could barely tolerate.

Gaven didn’t spare the Dog Demon another glance, even though it was a devil. After such an ordeal, it lacked the energy and courage to scheme behind his back.

The best method to deal with a devil is to always be more powerful than them, to always incite fear in them.

This self-confidence, Gaven still had.

This was also why he dared to take the risk with the Goblin Sorcerer. If it were a chaotic, unreasonable Demon, Gaven would have sent it back to its Abyssal home long ago—such dimwits, like simpletons, wouldn’t be trained to be obedient guard dogs.

"How do you feel?" Gaven’s gaze remained fixed on the Goblin Sorcerer throughout, his hand firmly on the Magic Longsword.

If Vick showed any signs of abnormality, Gaven was prepared not to kill him, but at least cripple him first, rendering him temporarily unable to cast spells.

The Goblin Sorcerer’s eyes, now resembling the Dog Demon’s orange-yellow hue, flickered slightly. He clenched his hand, now similar to the Dog Demon’s claws, and said, "Leader, I’m doing very well, better than ever. I feel power surging through my body, I’ve never been this strong."

As Vick spoke, wisps of smoke emerged from his mouth, carrying a faint sulfur scent, the scent of devils. This transformation was not just superficially, but involved invisible changes within his body as well.

Seeing that the Goblin Sorcerer retained his sanity, Gaven breathed a sigh of relief, "Don’t let this sensation blind you. It’s merely the illusion of suddenly receiving an infusion of power. Don’t let the power control you, instead, you have to control it. Only then can you become a true powerhouse."

"As you command, I will double my efforts from now on," the Goblin Sorcerer respectfully replied.

Only then did Gaven turn his gaze to the feigning Dog Demon, demanding, "Where do you come from? How did you enter the Material Plane?"