"Oh, God, he is so smelly!"

"I'm really about to vomit. What's the smell of him?"

"A mom-free dog breed, isn't that the case, hahaha!"

"Go quickly and go quickly, he looks over. Wow. His eyes are so terrible!"

“…”

Edmund staggered in the alley full of stinking smells and sewage, turning a deaf ear to the voices that mocked him.

But he remembered these faces, like scars on his body, and he would remember them.

When he has the ability, he will avenge his previous shame.

I walked into his house, which was small but very neat.

As soon as he entered, Edmund fell to the ground as if he had no strength to support him.

Finally, relying on his last willpower, he closed the door, climbed to the edge of the bed, took the medicinal wine, and sprinkled it on the knife wound more than twenty centimeters long on his abdomen.

He groaned because of the unbearable pain, and the veins on his forehead and neck were bulging, making it hard to imagine what kind of pain he was suffering.

Suddenly, Edmund turned his head cautiously and saw in horror that there was another person in his pitifully small room.

The man, hidden in a dark corner, was wearing a black cloak, and seemed to be completely in the darkness.

"Who are you?!" Edmund wanted to stand up, but the pain in his abdomen had already made him lose his strength.

He gritted his teeth tightly and stared at the uninvited guest with a fierce look like a beast.

"Hello Edmund Mars." The rough voice seemed to ring in Edmund's ears.

Edmund groaned, and the afterglow of the sound echoed in his mind, almost squeezing his head!

"Ah! Who are you? What do you want to do! Damn it, get out of here! No matter what you want to do to me, I won't beg you!"

Edmund covered his head, trying to prevent his brain from hurting so much.

"Oh? Sorry." Edmund heard the guy wrapped in a cloak, hiding his head and tail, with hypocritical apology, "I didn't mean it, I forgot that you are still weak now."

Edmund could not understand his words, because he had preconceived ideas that he had no fondness for the man who had inexplicably entered his house and attacked him with wonderful power.

"I am Dean, the devil from the abyss, Edmund, are you willing to sacrifice your soul, get strength, and get rid of the identity of a slave?"

After Dean finished speaking, he coughed lightly.

For some reason, he did not expect to appear in this magical time and space after relocating the blood clan.

This is an era where swords and magic coexist.

Very magical.

Dean has extraordinary power and is still the best in this era.

But what was depressed was that after he woke up, he was in the abyss this time, with all kinds of demonic creatures scattered around him.

He didn't have to think about it, probably when he was "born", the greedy demon creature attracted by his power did not eat him, but was shattered by his power.

So, because of the laws of wandering around in time and space, he became a devil in this world.

At this time, in order to absorb faith, he had to fool the clone of the light god in front of him who had not yet grown up and sell his soul to him.

Dean was not embarrassed. In his opinion, this kind of robbery was taken for granted by the fact that God had not yet awakened.

Thinking of this, he once again used his thoughts of being friendly, Edmund said in a gloomy voice: "Dear Edmund, do you want to gain strength and save your lover Jessica? Get rid of your slave identity? It's a good deal now, you only need to give your soul."

Dean knew the truth that he had to pay first if he wanted to receive the goods. With a flash of magic power in his hand, Edmund's injury in the Colosseum was cured immediately. This magic power even repaired the hidden injuries he had accumulated over the years, which was extremely magical.

Edmund's wail came to an abrupt end, and he seemed to be dreaming.

"How? Are you going to give me your soul?"

Edmund was a slave and was hiding at the bottom since childhood. He saw many darkness and was so scheming.

Even when he saw this scene that looked like a miracle, he still calmed down as quickly as possible.

"If I give you my soul, can I have such power as you?"

One question came to the point in an instant.

Dean suddenly missed Virgil a little. How easy he was to fool him.

Although he didn't do anything, Virgil was self-aware and went to kill Ritchie.

Because he had self-awareness, at the last moment, Dean forced his move, saved his life, awakened the ancestral blood in his body, and became the king of the blood clan.

The blood clan was free from then on. The two twin princes who secretly colluded to cause trouble were no longer cynical and wanted to die with Ricci.

In short, Virgil's obedience made Dean very pleased.

——This made Edmund become more and more sinister and cunning at this time.

His tone fades, "There is nothing in this world that is worthless, or do you think you can relieve the current predicament if you don't exchange souls with me? Your lover can't wait for you for long, and you will even die in the Colosseum soon, and then watch the world fall into darkness."

Edmund pursed his lips, feeling that he had been insulted, but he had no way to refute the devil who claimed to be Dean.

Because of the slave seal on his body, even if he is extremely talented, he cannot practice magic and can only become a fighter, but even the right to have weapons was deprived.

Edmund didn't speak, and Dean didn't speak.

With a wave of his hand, a throne appeared out of thin air, holding him and floating in the air.

Actually, Edmund has not heard of this magical scene.

In this era of magic and swords, light magic represents healing, dark magic represents devouring, and other magic, and hundreds of flowers bloom.

The temples on the continent represent traces of the existence of gods.

He shouldn't have believed Dean was a devil.

It is rumored that after the gods' battle ten thousand years ago, the gods fell, and at this cost, they sealed the demon's abyss and drove the danger out of the human world.

In Edmund's opinion, if Dean is really a devil, he will not be able to get out of the Devil's Abyss.

Rather than saying that he is a devil, he is a dark magician.

However, Edmund always felt that Dean was not lying.

what to do?

There was a demon who clamored for his soul!

Not only did he not be able to resist, he was even moved by what he said.

Sure enough, his soul was already smelling foul.

"What do you want me to do besides wanting my soul?"

Edmund always felt that Dean's purpose would not be that simple.

"Of course, I want you to save the world."

Edmund:???

Ahh?

The devil let him save the world?

"Save the world?"

Dean held his head up: "Of course. The seal of the demon abyss has been weakening for thousands of years. The world will fall back into darkness again. And you, Edmund Mars, you are me, the savior chosen by Dean, the king of the demon."
Chapter completed!