I stared at the blank contract in front of me, the words staring back like an empty canvas. I had no idea what I was doing, but there was no turning back now. The system had handed me the reins. I had to take control of this new existence—or at least, figure out what I was supposed to do with it.
The man's aura was still pulsing in my consciousness, desperate, frustrated. I focused on him, feeling his anxiety like a tangible weight. It was an overwhelming presence, pulling at me, begging for help. I could almost taste his fear. His future depended on the next few hours, but he didn't know how to navigate through it. That was where I came in.
His desk, cluttered with papers, screamed of disorganization. His study materials were scattered all over, pages flipped over in haste. I could almost see the weight on his shoulders as he poured over textbooks, his pen trembling slightly in his hand.
But none of it mattered. Not to him, not now. All that mattered was the test. The looming deadline.
I reached deeper into the void, into the well of knowledge I'd inherited from my past life. The numbers, the information, the patterns of logic and strategy—I had it all. It was second nature. I could see the solutions to his problems as easily as I could breathe. But that wasn't enough. I couldn't just give him the answers, could I?
I hesitated. What was this system? What was the cost? The system had been vague—"something of value." I didn't know what that meant. What did I have to offer, really?
Then, a sharp, insistent whisper echoed in my mind.
"What will you ask for?"
The question made my head spin. I had to ask for something in return. What could I possibly need? Power? Abilities? I didn't even know what I was supposed to do with them yet.
But that wasn't the point. I needed a foothold. This man—this contractor—could be my way in. If I helped him now, it could open doors for me in ways I couldn't imagine.
I focused on the contract again, the words materializing before me. I wasn't sure how the system had provided the terms, but it was clear now. There was no going back. I had to write my terms.
The man was failing. But I didn't just want him to pass the test. I needed something that would help me later. Something that would grant me leverage. But what?
I thought about it for a moment longer. The man was young, vulnerable, struggling. This was his chance to prove himself, to overcome his fears. What could I offer him?
And then it hit me.
I would help him, but I would also make him more than just a simple tool for my gains. I would ask for his trust, his willingness to listen, his understanding.
I had nothing tangible to offer yet. But trust? That was something I could trade.
The contract wrote itself in my mind, the terms clicking into place.
Contract Terms:
1. I will provide this contractor with the answers to his exam.
2. In return, the contractor will agree to place their trust in me, following my guidance in future endeavors.
3. The contractor will provide me with a token of value, to be determined upon the completion of the task.
It wasn't much, but it was a start. The system buzzed once more, as if acknowledging my decision.
The contract materialized before me, shimmering with an ethereal glow. It was time.
I pushed forward, sending my presence to him.
Grant watched the young man from his void, feeling the soft pulse of his breath, the steady beat of his heart. The man was still in turmoil, scribbling down a half-hearted answer to a problem on his test.
"I can't do this."
The voice was faint, but Grant felt it. His chance was now.
With a single thought, the contract materialized in front of the young man's desk. For a moment, it seemed like nothing—just a strange shimmer in the air. But then, the young man stopped. His gaze shifted, and he blinked, confusion painting his face.
"What… what is this?" he muttered, reaching toward the contract with trembling hands.
Grant's presence swirled around the man, an invisible force that gripped his attention. For the first time, the man seemed to notice something was off. He hesitated for a second longer, as if questioning the reality of what he was seeing.
And then, the man's hand reached forward, the pen dropping from his fingers.
"I… I don't know who you are, but… I'll trust you."
The words were faint but clear, as if the man's entire being had surrendered to the strange pull of the unknown. He signed the contract.
In that moment, something shifted.
The world around Grant seemed to thrum with power. The contract was complete. The system reacted immediately, presenting him with a new set of options.
His first contract was done.
"Contract Complete. You may now access the Interdimensional Trading System."
Grant blinked in disbelief. The void he had existed in suddenly felt… lighter. A new kind of clarity flooded his mind. He felt the system open up to him, its vast expanse of possibilities laid out like a treasure chest, filled with options beyond his comprehension.
The screen before him displayed a list of items, and some things were more familiar than others. There were technological gadgets, magical artifacts, tools that felt both foreign and oddly familiar. His mind raced, trying to wrap around the enormity of it all.
This was just the beginning. He had done it. But the journey ahead would not be so simple. There were rules to be learned, dangers to navigate, and above all—he needed to stay ahead of the game.
Because, as the system had warned, the deals he made now would shape everything that came next.
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