pjbooks Chapter 71 The Trickster Contract Master
Chapter 71 The Trickster Contract Master
Mu Wanqing felt as if her scalp was about to explode.
This man... he actually used her as bait!
"you……!"
The word had barely escaped his throat when it was completely drowned out by a sharp, piercing hiss.
A foul stench filled the air.
The nearest group of fungal reptiles locked onto her, their scarlet compound eyes pinning her down as their only visible target. Their pale, arthropod claws scraped against the rock face, creating a harsh, white flash, as they pounced on her!
The shadow of death loomed overhead.
However, the surprise on Mu Wanqing's face when Chen Yifan called her name was replaced by a ruthless determination in a fraction of a second.
"Want to see my hand?"
"Okay! I'm just worried that after you watch it... you won't be able to afford the price!"
Instead of retreating, she advanced, and just as the pale, sharp claws were about to tear her throat apart, she proactively extended her right hand, which was wearing a black glove.
In her palm, a strange, antique-looking coin made of brass appeared out of nowhere.
The obverse of the coin features a crying clown.
On the other hand, there is the smiling devil.
【The Trickster Contract Master】.
The core of her profession has never been fighting, but... trading!
"I'd pay 'ten minutes of fear' in exchange for—the Joker's protection!"
The moment her voice fell, the clown side of the brass coin in her hand suddenly lit up!
hum-
It was as if some emotion within her had been instantly sucked away.
Her mind became calmer than ever before, and even her heartbeat lost its rhythm. She felt no fear whatsoever at the monster rushing towards her.
At the same time, the skeletal crawlers that had pounced on her suddenly froze.
In their scarlet compound eyes, a terrifying illusion was reflected, as if they saw their natural enemy descending. They let out terrified screechs, frantically retreating on all fours, even trampling each other in the chaos.
[The Clown's Healing]:
Sacrifice your own emotion "fear" to create an absolute "fear aura" within a designated area, forcibly driving away units weaker than yourself.
A transaction in which one's own emotions are used as the price for casting a spell.
This is the Trickster Contract Master!
However, this is just the beginning.
"Come out, my collection."
Taking advantage of this precious moment of respite, Mu Wanqing made a vague gesture with her left hand in the air in front of her.
Her spatial bracelet shimmered.
What appeared was neither a weapon nor a scroll.
Instead, it was a giant golem, three meters tall, carved entirely from obsidian and inlaid with purple crystals at its joints!
The golem had no facial features; its smooth face had only one enormous eye. At that moment, that single eye suddenly opened, shooting out a ghostly purple light.
[Contractual Item: Obsidian Sentinel]!
This is a trophy she bought from an ancient ruin for an exorbitant price. It is her most reliable bodyguard and one of the most expensive assets in her investment portfolio.
"The price: 'half an hour of sensory deprivation'."
"Command: Indiscriminate...Clean!"
Mu Wanqing's voice was extremely cold.
She knew that holding back at this moment would be foolish.
We must demonstrate overwhelming value!
boom!
The Obsidian Sentinel received the command, and its single, eerie purple eye instantly locked onto the dense swarm of fungal reptiles around it. Its massive body strode forward, each step causing the ground to tremble violently.
Its enormous obsidian hand, as big as a fan, slammed down on the area where the monsters were most concentrated!
boom--!
Several Lv.20 elite monsters didn't even have time to let out a cry before they were smashed into white slurry and shell fragments flying everywhere by this unreasonable force!
The cleaning has begun.
In the shadows of the cave, Chen Yifan's figure perfectly overlapped with the patterns on the fungus-covered rock walls.
He watched the woman, watched her sacrifice her emotions, watched her summon a powerful obsidian golem.
An interesting profession.
It's like paying first and then enjoying.
Or enjoy it first, pay later.
But you can never get something for free.
His gaze then fell upon the skeletal crawlers being slaughtered by the golems.
[List of items that can be stolen is refreshing...]
[High-value target detected...]
【1. Talent: Grade B - Mycelial Regeneration】
[2. Talent: C-Rank - Carapace Hardening]
[3. Skill: C-rank - Underground Assault]
Mycelial regeneration?
Chen Yifan's heart skipped a beat.
[Mycelial Regeneration]:
Passive talent.
As long as the body's core is not completely destroyed, it can consume energy and slowly absorb surrounding fungal substances to regenerate limbs.
This is practically a life-saving technique!
pity……
【Steal Everything (Cooldown): 23:01:17】
Chen Yifan frowned slightly.
There are still more than twenty hours left.
Forget it.
Getting down to business is the most important thing.
How could he possibly let a potential enemy devour such a large piece of meat?
Under the cover of [Mimicry and Disguise], Chen Yifan's figure blended into the surrounding environment.
Like a true ghost, it moved silently.
The Obsidian Sentinel's deafening roar drowned out all other sounds.
Because Mu Wanqing paid the price of "half an hour of sensory deprivation," her perception ability was greatly reduced.
Unbeknownst to them, Chen Yifan had already joined the "cleanup" effort.
At that moment, a skeletal crawler, which had just been overturned by the sentinel's shockwave, was struggling to get up.
next second.
A ghostly black shadow emerged from the air behind it.
It's Chen Yifan!
Shadow Step!
The dagger flashed with a deadly glint!
puff!
The dagger pierced through the gaps in the monster's carapace without any resistance, precisely shredding its central nervous system!
[Defeat the Fungal Residue Creeper (Lv.25) to gain 250 experience points.]
Having landed a successful blow, Chen Yifan's figure didn't pause for a moment before blurring again and disappearing completely.
He was like a highly efficient and ruthless harvesting machine, traversing the battlefield.
Each appearance was accompanied by a precise and fatal backstab.
Each disappearance takes away the life of an elite monster and the rich experience it represents.
He then put the spoils into his backpack.
Ten minutes later.
The Obsidian Sentinel finally smashed all the monsters in its field of vision into mincemeat.
The entire cave returned to its deathly silence.
The air was filled with the stench of a white, fishy liquid.
Mu Wanqing leaned against the rock wall, her face pale and her breathing slightly rapid.
Summoning and commanding the Obsidian Sentinel in high-intensity battles also consumes a great deal of her mental energy.
She looked around, very satisfied with her and the sentry's results.
However, an indescribable eeriness welled up in my heart.
Experience... how could there be so little?
She looked around but couldn't find any trace of Chen Yifan.
"Did you see that?"
Her voice was slightly hoarse, but she had regained the composure that came with control of the situation.
"That's my value. I survived and cleared out nearly a hundred level 25 elite monsters when they attacked me."
"Now, can we talk about cooperation, Mr. Chen Yifan?"
There was no response from the shadows.
Mu Wanqing's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly.
This man was even more composed than she had imagined.
Just as she was preparing to increase her bet again.
That cold, emotionless voice finally rang out from behind her, almost touching her ear.
"Your worth is barely enough to keep you alive."
Mu Wanqing's body stiffened instantly.
When did he... get behind me?!
Even the Obsidian Sentinels couldn't detect it?
"Now, tell me Li Jianhong's secret."
Chen Yifan's voice was very low, like the whisper of a devil.
"Otherwise, your next contract..."
He paused, then gently patted the back of her perfect neck with the cold dagger.
"It's like signing a contract with these completely dead monsters."