The girl felt that as long as she didn't trade in her soul, she could actually accept it.
It wasn't that she felt that her soul was precious, but… she kept feeling that her soul was being traded for. How terrifying.
As for the rest…
If she could repay the favor and start a new life, she felt that it would be worth it.
Meanwhile as she thought that, the devil's hoarse voice said slowly, "How about this? You'll be my slave for two years."
"When I need you, you're to teleport here at any time and do whatever I say."
The girl looked up a little blankly at the devil's offer.
Clearly, she didn't expect the price of the trade, which included her soul, lifespan, love, and kinship at first, to become so… cheap in the end.
The devil was obviously "angry" to see her like this.
He looked down at the girl and asked darkly, "What's wrong? Are you not happy with the price?"
"Don't tell me… You want to offer your soul to me?"
At the devil's words, the girl quickly fell to her knees again and said, "N-no, Mr. Devil."
"Good." The devil grunted, then asked, "What plane are you on?"
The girl asked cautiously, "What do you mean by plane?"
The devil looked irritated. "The world you live in."
Halfway through, he waved his hand and said, "Never mind. I don't suppose you understand. Just tell me about the city you're in."
The girl said weakly, "Qingshan City…"
The devil seemed lost in thought.
It took him a full minute to recover. Then, he said, "So it's such a small city."
The girl looked at the devil blankly. She wanted to say, "It's not small. The city is very big. It takes me an hour to walk from the east to the west."
However, she did not dare to speak, so she could only pout and kneel there like a punching bag.
Then, she saw the devil throw a pack of items at her.
Flustered, she reached for it, and then… she missed.
Things were scattered on the ground. There was some hard currency like tobacco leaves, some junk, and… paper money.
The girl looked up innocently at the devil on the throne, her big eyes confused. She obviously didn't understand what this meant.
Then, she heard the devil speak.
"Seven white candles…"
"Twenty grams of rococo flowers, peachwood, and laurel leaves respectively. They should be ground into powder…"
"A sterling silver knife, a glass of cider vinegar or red wine…"
"And a blue crystal with blemishes that cover no more than 10% of the crystal…"
As the devil's words tumbled out one by one, the girl tried to remember them, but she was still puzzled.
Seeing this, the demon said "fiercely," "What! Do you think I need to personally go down and rescue a mere mortal?"
"All I need is to conduct a long-distance interplanar ritual."
"However, every plane has its own characteristics. Therefore, only the items bought in your plane… I mean, city, can be used to determine the time and space of the ritual."
"Thus, if you want to save him, you need to buy everything tomorrow during the day and bring them to me tonight."
Puzzled, the girl pointed at the objects on the floor. "Then… What are these?"
The demon waved his hand impatiently. "I'm saving a life for my servant. Do I need my servant to pay for the materials?"
"These are the things I found in my storeroom that you can use on your plane."
"Take them and sell them. Then, buy the items you need."
The girl nodded dumbly, a little overwhelmed.
Then, she heard the devil say arrogantly, "Right. If there's any money left, go buy some meat. You look so skinny as my servant. I'll be laughed at by the other devils."
The girl looked at the devil in front of her in a daze. For a moment, a wave of warmth flowed in her heart.
Was this… the devil?
"It turns out that Mr. Devil is also a kind person."
…
After cajoling and sending the girl off, Fang Ze was relieved.
To be honest, he really didn't know how to act like a tsundere and a domineering CEO at the same time.
Fortunately, he had the television dramas from his previous life and Wang Hao as his template, so he could portray a "proud" devil very vividly.
Before leaving, Fang Ze told the girl how to bring the items to him.
As for whether the girl would be discovered by the Security Bureau or the Investigation Department when she went to buy these items…
As soon as the girl was summoned to his side, Fang Ze knew from her thoughts that the people watching her had long since retreated.
Later, to be on the safe side, Fang Ze tried to guide the girl through her memories again to confirm that the Investigation Department and the Security Bureau were indeed not monitoring and controlling her.
Perhaps his reaction today had made them lose hope in their plan of using this girl to stimulate him, allowing him to "restore" his memories?
Even so, Fang Ze added something unnecessary to his purchase list to confuse the situation.
Now that everything was settled, Fang Ze felt that all he had to do was wait patiently.
To be honest, this plan "rescued" both Fang Ze and this girl.
It saved Fang Ze's fate and the girl's life…
Without the shackles of kindness, perhaps this girl would be much happier.
Fang Ze felt that he had accumulated good karma for his original self.
"I hope everything goes well."
Thinking of this, Fang Ze stopped thinking about it. He restored the room to its original state and began to check his gains for the night.
After switching off the lights, returning the room to its initial state, a strange item appeared on the table.
Fang Ze hesitated as he looked at the item.
"What is this? A black puddle of mud?"
On the table was a dark-looking lump of what looked like soft, mushy plasticine.
He knew that he had not found out anything valuable from the girl, so there was a high chance that he would not obtain anything useful.
However, when he saw the black mud in front of him, Fang Ze was still a little disappointed.
Although he knew that he would obtain an ordinary item, even if he obtained a fruit, he could still take a bite or two of it.
What would he do with a pile of mud like this…?
Was it a specialty of the slum sewers?
As he complained, Fang Ze walked over.
He looked around to make sure there was no danger and touched the black mud.
A few seconds later, some information slowly surfaced in Fang Ze's mind.
A moment later, Fang Ze, who was browsing through the information in his mind, could not help but open his mouth wide in surprise.
"Disaster Creature: Shadow Warrior (Sword)?"
"This creature's way of thinking is simple. It can only listen to simple instructions, but it doesn't know what fear is. It will fight to the death to complete the order."
"Usually, it can reside in its master's shadow and survive by absorbing the overflowing vitality of living creatures."
"It can shuttle through shadows in battle. Its main body lies between reality and illusion. Its combat strength is comparable to an elite soldier, and it is immune to physical damage."
"However, it can't withstand a strike of extraordinary power. It's also very difficult for it to cause harm to Awakened beings and other disaster creatures with extraordinary powers."
"It is one of the weakest disaster creatures."
After reading the introduction of the disaster creature in front of him, Fang Ze was a little surprised.
He had actually won another prize!
What kind of luck was this?
The first time he investigated, he obtained an extraordinary artifact. He obtained an Awakening method on the second attempt. Meanwhile, he actually obtained a disaster creature on the third try.
Did the Late-Night Investigation Room have a buff that gave it an increased probability of good items for the first ten attempts?
Fang Ze was a little surprised at his luck.
After his surprise, he picked up the lump of mud. It squirmed in his hand. Then, he threw it to the ground.
Immediately, the mud fell to the ground with a plop. It began to stretch, grow thinner, and rise.
Soon, a two-meter-tall female shadow warrior with a broadsword in her hand appeared in front of Fang Ze.
She was slender and broad-shouldered, with well-developed pectorals and a dark complexion. Her face was painted with strange patterns that looked a little like a clown's mask.
Her arms were especially long and seemed as if they could reach her knees. She carried a broad-faced sword that looked to be at least five feet tall. It was also the same color as her body.
Fang Ze looked up at her, then pointed at the wall beside him. "Cut it."
As the order was given, Fang Ze felt his vision blur. Then, he saw the female shadow warrior jump two meters high. Her body was like a bird with its wings stretched out, and the large sword in her hands was raised high!
Time seemed to have stopped at that moment.
A moment later, there was a loud bang as the large sword in the female warrior's hand collided solidly with the wall.
Then, the female warrior was sent flying and fell to the ground.
However, she acted as if nothing had happened. She jumped up again like a carp and attacked again.
Seeing that the female shadow warrior was about to die from stubbornly attacking the wall, Fang Ze hurriedly shouted, "Stop, stop, stop!"
The female shadow warrior stopped obediently. Then, she turned around and stood still, looking at Fang Ze firmly.