Death... and me

Probably no one had threatened the Lava Pristine Salamanders so openly before, let alone doing that and not being attacked straight away.

"Kill!"

"Fuck the fix, just kill him!"

"I don't care anymore. If he doesn't die here today, I will just kill myself!"

Curses and more curses once again rained down. Since they couldn't guarantee the safety of the method, they might as well just kill him and make sure his ability can't be used by other races... or so most of the Salamanders at Stage Eight wanted.

However, what about Zymrug and the other Transition Realm Salamanders? Would they truly just kill Rean? Since Rean knew about the terrible record of the Salamanders in the Divine Werdlem Stone competition, how could the Salamanders themselves not know?

In Zymrug and the other Transition Realm Salamanders' eyes, their lifespan is passing before their eyes, and they have little to no hope of ever winning the contest due to their fatal flaw. The younger ones who were cursing nonstop still haven't reached that stage where they need to think about their approaching, certain death. That's why they could proclaim with pride that they didn't care anymore. The same obviously couldn't be said by Zymrug's older group. Jazorth, however, was much more calm even though he was also at Stage Eight. "Senior Zymrug, just make him sign a Soul Binding Contract. If he does anything that would be detrimental to our race, he will die. Let's see if he would truly try anything once he is bound."

Zymrug's eyes lit up. "Bring a contract!"

The various salamanders were also ecstatic to hear that.

"How could we have forgotten that?!"

"Hahaha! You will work for free whether you want it or not, kitty!"

In fact, that was Jazorth's idea from the very start. It didn't matter if Rean had accepted the deal the Salamanders offered with Spiritual Stones or anything else. He would still be forced to sign a contract and not leave for the sake of future generations as well. He became a Demon Beast with a special ability even though he was just a simple cat in the past.

They most likely would never find someone who could do the same thing again. Rean's existence was a miracle, and his personal race's ability was a miracle within a miracle. No! Even if they caught millions of cats and helped them become Demon Beasts, chances are not a single one of them would develop a Special bloodline ability like Rean. Even if one or another did, what were the chances that these abilities would be of any use for their Salamanders' problem? Calling it a miracle within a miracle was already overestimating their chances. They MUST keep Rean at all costs.

Everyone looked with derision at Rean and Kentucky. Well, none of them even cared about Kentucky to start with. In any case, they found the fix to their problem.

*Yawn...*

Rean and Kentucky, however, seemed bored for some reason. They even yawned while waiting for the contract. That also caught Zymrug's attention, but he took it as Rean and Kentucky pretending that they were still in control.

"Tweety, you are already around 60 years old, right?" Kentucky suddenly asked Rean. Of course, it was all staged since Kentucky knew Rean's real age.

Rean nodded, already expecting that question. "You are correct, Sylvester."

Kentucky continued from there. "What is a Stage Seven Demon Beast's Lifespan?"

"That depends on the race since we are different from humanoids and spirits," Rean answered again. "Humanoids, especially, have very specific lifespans at each realm that barely change from one expert to another. Demon Beasts, however, have very different lifespans even within the same realm. Usually, the weaker your bloodline, the smaller your lifespan gains with each Stage breakthrough. Dragons, on the other hand, have ridiculously long lifespans. Of course, the Salamanders only have a thin trace of the Flood Dragon Bloodline, so they shouldn't be much different from a normal demon beast."

Rean was right. The Salamanders did have a slightly bigger lifespan gain at each realm, but nothing worth bragging about.

Kentucky nodded. "For you, who came from a normal cat, how long do you think is your lifespan at Stage Seven?"

"I checked demon beasts who were previously normal animals in the Werdlem Network," Rean added. "Most of them died before they could even acquire intelligence like me. The few who did live long enough to acquire sentience had less than a third of a common demon beast's lifespan at the same Stage. I would say that at Stage Seven, I would have somewhere around 500 years max." ℟ᴀŊ𝔬ＢĘS̩

None of the Salamanders could understand why Tweety and Sylvester were talking about such things now.

Kentucky smiled, though. "Soul Binding Contracts only work against experts up to the Saint Realm, or Stage Seven in our case, Demon Beasts. After that realm, we can get free from the bicing. Doesn't that mean the Salamanders would get, at most, 440 years of your service? No, maybe even less if you manage to cultivate to stage eight."

"Hahaha!" Rean laughed in response. "In the end, this idea of me being forced to work for the rest of my life wouldn't translate into anything that meaningful. 440 years for these high- level Salamanders is basically nothing. They will obviously not let me reach Stage Eight to make sure I can't get rid of the binding."

The Salamanders' expression turned dark once again.

Yet, Zymrug didn't seem to mind. "So that's what you are talking about. That's not a problem at all. 440 years might not be much, but it is enough for me. Where is the fucking contract?" Rean and Kentucky shrugged. They were just having a fun conversation, still unconcerned. However, even though Zymrug seemed fine, the other Salamanders weren't as pleased. 440 years truly didn't look like much. Well, it was definitely better than if they couldn't force Rean to work for them at all.

The contract was finally brought, and Zymrug filled the contents himself before passing to Rean and Kentucky. "It is very simple. Sign the contract and live, or refuse and... Hehe!" Rean caught the contract and signed it, and so did Kentucky. Kentucky was more of a hostage in the Salamanders' eyes now. The contract quickly burnt, entering both Rean and Kentucky's

foreheads.

Seeing that, Jazorth and the others got excited. Jazorth approached, wanting to be the first to have his conflict fixed. "Now, show me what you can do."

Rean smiled at Jazorth, speaking. "So... the contract basically said we must not cause any harm to the Lava Pristine Salamanders in any way possible, right?"

Jazorth nodded... and as soon as he did it...

*BANG!*

Rean and Kentucky kicked Jazorth together, who was completely defenseless after the contract was signed. The guy shot to the ground like a meteor, crashing against it and opening a big crater in front of everyone's eyes. No one knew if he was alive or dead anymore. "So... what if we cause some harm?" Rean and Kentucky couldn't hold back anymore. "No, wait! We just did! Hahaha!"

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