Chapter 549: Chapter 533: The Collared Demon Monarch

The Seventh Biological Laboratory, Special-Level Isolation Zone.

Allen’s figure appeared silently before the cage. He looked at the Soul Flame, which was much dimmer than it had been half a month ago.

"Well, have you thought it through?"

Sargeras remained silent. He had already learned to hide his worthless anger. After half a month of "limited research," his arrogance had long been completely ground away, leaving only his primal survival instinct.

"Respected Wizard, I... I need a guarantee," Sargeras’s voice was humble.

His underlying meaning was obvious: if you want a horse to run, you have to feed it grass. If you want things done, you have to grant some authority and Freedom.

"Of course." Allen nodded slightly, seemingly completely unaware of the other party’s ulterior motives. "We will sign a contract. As long as you work hard and earn enough money for me, I will naturally grant you Freedom."

Sargeras’s Soul Flame flickered imperceptibly.

"Great Morning Star Wizard, your humble servant has already drafted a True Name oath."

The Soul Flame swayed slightly, his tone revealing unreserved obedience and humility. "As long as you release part of the Silence shackles, I will immediately swear an oath to the Purgatory Will and become your most loyal Cross-Border Trade Liaison Officer."

Beneath this obedient facade, the innate cunning of a Demon surged deep within Sargeras’s consciousness.

He was indeed afraid of death, but as a Demon Monarch who had lived for thousands of years, playing with contracts was an instinct carved into his bones. In that seemingly flawless True Name oath, he had extremely covertly buried three loopholes.

As long as Allen agreed to let him connect to the Purgatory Will, he could use the exclusivity of the Purgatory Law at the moment the cross-border channel was established to pour all the backlash of the contract onto this arrogant Wizard.

Even if it meant risking severe damage to his soul, he was going to make this bastard who dared to treat him like a peddler pay the price!

"A True Name oath?"

Allen looked down at the dark red flame below, his deep blue eyes completely devoid of emotion.

He didn’t even bother to review the contents of the oath, a knowing, mocking smile playing at the corners of his mouth.

"Sargeras, do you really think those little tricks you Demons play, burying landmines in contracts, are considered some kind of high-end technique in the Multiverse?"

Sargeras’s soul stiffened.

Allen didn’t waste words. He raised a slender finger and tapped lightly in the air.

A thick, dark gold codex exuding an ancient, majestic aura, along with a parchment scroll flowing with gray-black mist, appeared out of thin air.

"The Supreme Enslavement Code, and the Nether River Oath Scroll."

Allen spoke as if he were casually listing items off a menu. "To ensure that you, my Chief Buying Agent, can work with peace of mind, I just used my authority as the Association’s Deputy Minister and spent three thousand Credit Points to exchange for these two items from the Association."

Three thousand Credit Points were equivalent to thirty million Magic Stones.

Sargeras’s Soul Flame trembled violently; it was a sheer terror originating from the very depths of his soul.

The Supreme Enslavement Code was the most notorious Contract Magic Book. It contained an Evil Curse capable of enslaving a Morning Star, and the Nether River Oath was an absolute taboo that even gods wouldn’t dare violate easily!

This lunatic Wizard had actually dropped this level of serious money just to control a defeated captive like him?!

"No! You can’t—"

Allen didn’t give him a chance to bargain at all.

The dark gold codex flipped open with a RUSTLE, and countless twisted Runes, like piranhas smelling blood, frantically burrowed deep into Sargeras’s soul.

"AAAAAHHH—!!!"

The mournful screams echoed throughout the core laboratory, but Allen’s movements did not stop. His Witchcraft ruthlessly smashed into Sargeras.

The first layer of control: Lawful Shackles. It severed all unpermitted energy interactions between Sargeras’s soul and the outside world.

The second layer of control: Soul Origin Stripping. It forcibly tore away a tenth of his Soul Core and sealed it within the book, serving as a medium that could be detonated across realms at any time.

The third layer of control: True Name Branding. It firmly branded Allen’s will into the Demon Monarch’s true name.

While applying these three Dawn Star Level control methods, Allen’s eyes were extremely focused.

As his Spiritual Power continuously dissected and reconstructed the depths of the Demon Soul, he acutely captured the soul’s activity under extreme oppression.

This unexpected discovery allowed him to take another small step forward in his understanding of the Soul Law.

The screams gradually subsided.

Sargeras felt that his thoughts, his memories, and even his very existence had all been stamped with cold brands that did not belong to him.

He wanted to resist, but the moment the thought arose, it was ruthlessly crushed by the Loyalty Steel Seal. He wanted to beg for mercy, but the True Word Brand forced him to only let out the truest of wails. He even wanted to detonate his soul to perish together with his captor, only to find that he had already lost even this most basic right.

Sargeras’s soul projection shrank significantly once more, and the dark red flame became sluggish and dispirited.

"Alright, next, sign the Nether River Scroll as well."

"Wizard, you’ve gone too far!!!"

"Sign it!" Allen bellowed. "Are you still holding on to some fluke of hope?"

As things had reached this point, he had no choice but to sign. Allen ignored his terror and unfurled the scroll.

"First, in the name of the Nether River, I, Allen Wesren, will become the sole owner of your soul, possessing the final ruling over your continued existence.

"Second, serve me for a thousand years, or earn me Magic Stones worth one trillion, and I will naturally grant you Freedom.

"Third, in return, I allow you to retain the ability to think independently in order to better serve me."

The moment his voice fell, the ancient text on the scroll transformed into countless black chains that instantly submerged into Sargeras’s Soul Core.

"Very good." Allen closed the scroll, and it dissipated into flying ash.

He despairingly realized that those three control methods, combined with the Nether River Contract, formed a flawless, logical closed loop. Not only had he lost the possibility of resistance, but even the very thought of suicide would be forcibly erased by the contract the moment it surfaced.

His free will had been completely stripped away. Now, he was nothing more than a working machine with the memories of a Demon Monarch.

"Have you recognized reality?" Allen stood with his hands behind his back, looking down at him from above. "Now, open your eyes wide and look at the merchandise you will be peddling."

The next second, the scene shifted.

A colossal server array brimming with cyberpunk style stood tall like a crystal jungle. A faint blue data light flowed through thick energy pipelines—cold, precise, and grand.

Tens of thousands of faint blue computing-power crystals flickered simultaneously. The massive amount of emotional data generated by fifty million players in the virtual world was being frantically unraveled, compressed, and reconstructed by Cybertron’s computing engine.

DING. A crisp sound rang out.

A perfectly round coin, exuding a soft glow and appearing as if condensed from moonlight, dropped from the outlet and rolled into the collection slot below.

"This is..."

Sargeras was instinctively drawn to that coin. What it radiated was the Soul Energy he was most familiar with and craved the most!

With a casual wave of Allen’s hand, the coin flew into his grasp.

"The first industrialized, mass-produced standard Soul Coin." He weighed it in his hand as if admiring a piece of art. "Cost: twenty-five Low-Level Magic Stones."

"Eat it," Allen ordered.

Sargeras numbly rolled that crystal into his Soul Flame. In his view, this kind of thing mass-produced by machines was absolutely a shoddily made, defective product. It was completely impossible for it to be accepted by the picky Demon Lords.

However, the moment the crystal melted—

Delicious!

An extremely pure Soul Energy, like sweet rain in a parched desert, instantly swept through Sargeras’s dilapidated soul. That ultimate feeling of comfort and fulfillment was ten times stronger than what he felt from devouring the souls of several infants!

"This... this is impossible..."

Sargeras was dumbfounded. His Soul Flame swelled violently due to extreme shock.

No impurities? No karma? A purity so high it was outrageous?!

In Purgatory, he had never seen such a top-tier good of this level! Once this kind of Perfect Soul appeared in the Abyss, it would absolutely drive those thirsty Demon Monarchs mad with pursuit!

Looking at this creation that defied the common sense of the universe, the worldview of this former Purgatory Monarch completely collapsed in this moment.

"It seems you are very satisfied with our flagship product."

Looking at the Demon Monarch who was practically crashing from extreme shock, Allen raised his hand and tossed the newly produced second artificial Soul Coin in front of him. His tone was like that of a true Demon.

"Take the sample and go peddle it to your fellow Purgatory countrymen.

"Tell them the times have changed, and the White Wizard has brought the real hard currency."

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