This Lich Requests More Remuneration
Chapter 628 - 556: Destiny Always Stands by His Side

Chapter 628: Chapter 556: Destiny Always Stands by His Side

In the hearts of the devils of the Second Layer of Hell, the esteemed Clerk was always stoic, displaying neither joy nor anger. He was kinder than the average devil, but only because he did not take pleasure in torture; he much preferred to execute swiftly and neatly.

No one dared to be disrespectful in the presence of the Clerk. Once, a guard from the Iron Fortress yawned before him, and that very day his head was thrown into the Hellhound’s kennel, and his body chopped up for their meal.

But now this Succubus had swept all the documents from the table, even staining a vast area of it with blood from her wounds.

"Parurier, if you want revenge, go do it yourself. I am working for Duke Disparte and don’t have time to dwell on past grievances from my mortal days. Salvador? Without your mention, I would have already forgotten that name."

Parurier looked into the Clerk’s eyes, speaking with disdain, "You think by obtaining power from Hell, you are truly a Deity? That’s nothing but a bone tossed to you by Disparte. You naively think it is your own power? You can’t even block my telepathic detection...

Parurier leaned in closer, her hot breath spraying onto the face of the Clerk.

"I can sense it, you’re scared. Even though you know that person is right in front of you, knowing he’s inviting us to seek vengeance, you still don’t dare. It seems you truly met with a crushing defeat."

Two streaks of blood light shot out from the Clerk’s eyes, turning into blades slashing towards Parurier, but this move, powerful enough to tear through space, was easily dodged by the Succubus beauty.

"Hehe, in a hurry? But I even infiltrated the Iron Fortress; do you think such a trivial sneak attack would work on me? Your Divine Power is borrowed, mine is not."

Parurier’s words pierced the Clerk’s heart like a knife, yet he could not deny them. He even dared not get too excited, and instead tried to calm down, keeping his mind as free from emotion as possible.

Because the Clerk was well aware that this Succubus fed on the emotions of others for power.

The more agitated he became, the more thrilled this woman would be.

She was a complete madwoman; perhaps he should never have had any dealings with her from the beginning.

Noticing the change in the Clerk, Parurier spoke with disdain, "How boring, you’re such an uninteresting man. Have you truly accepted defeat? After all, you’re the Deity, and he’s still just a mortal."

The Clerk had regained his calm completely and said with a lightness of tone, "Indeed, so why bother with a mere mortal? It would be ridiculous for a billionaire to dwell daily on a coin stolen in childhood. Parurier, you came to me because you lack the confidence to seek revenge alone, don’t you?"

Frowning, Parurier felt the words sting deeply, causing her immense discomfort.

The Clerk refrained from further mockery, simply saying, "We are no longer mortals, Parurier. Do something befitting our status. Moreover, the Goddess of Fate has always been on his side, something you should know better than I."

"Heh."

Parurier let loose a cold laugh, her hand flipping to reveal a Soul Coin.

"You say the Goddess of Fate is on his side, then let fate guide me. If it lands tail side up, I will drop everything and become his servant, groveling at his feet forever. If it lands head side up, then I will spend my entire life seeking revenge against him, until one of us ceases to exist."

The Soul Currency spun nimbly between Parurier’s fingers, the silhouettes of wailing souls on it stark against the firelight. Parurier fiddled with the Soul Coin in her hand and asked the Clerk, "Salvador, do you want to take a gamble too?"

The Clerk spoke indifferently, "Both sides are under your control, is that a gamble? Besides, it’s either servitude or mortal foes, I’m not as extreme as you."

With Parurier’s dexterity, not just a single Soul Currency, even if she were to toss a hundred Soul Currencies, she could decide which side faced up every single time. It had nothing to do with fate; it was just an excuse.

Parurier flashed a playful smile and said, "You’re right, but why should I actively control the outcome?"

With a flick of her thumb, the Soul Currency spun up to the ceiling.

After a clear clinking noise, the Soul Currency was deflected to the wall beside and started to ping-pong around over a dozen times. Finally, as if on the verge of shattering, the coin flew back into Parurier’s hands.

Squeezing the Soul Currency, Parurier turned to the Clerk once more, "Well, it’s not too late to place your bet now."

But the Clerk shook his head firmly, "Don’t bother me with this. I have long since let go of mortal grudges, this is your own obsession. Why drag me down with you?"

Parurier looked regretful, "What a pity. I even wanted to let you know the outcome of the bet. Those who dare not bet don’t have the right to see the final result."

Parurier gently pressed her palm, crushing the Soul Currency into pieces. Amidst a piercing wail, dozens of broken Soul Fragments flew out, eventually dissipating into nothingness.

Parurier’s figure also gradually melted into the darkness and vanished completely.

Looking where the shadow had disappeared, the Clerk couldn’t help feeling a bit curious. Although this bet meant nothing to Him, if it really ended up tails side up, would that madwoman actually resign herself to slavery to that man?

She must have felt the pattern on the coin the instant she caught it again and would have surely known the result. By not showing it, could it be that she intended to welch on the bet?

It was indeed a possibility, after all, the Goddess of Fate had always stood behind that guy.

The Clerk fell silent for a long time, then spoke to the shadow, "Parurier, I wish you luck."

Having said that, the Clerk waved his hand and all the scattered documents flew back to their original places as if drawn by a magnet, and even the bloodstains left by Parurier disappeared without a trace, as though the woman had never appeared.

And the shadow departed along the path it had come to the Iron Fortress, this time without triggering any alarms.

After leaving the grand fortress, Parurier reappeared, now completely unharmed, the deep wound that had been visible on her shoulder had also vanished.

This was the power of a Deity. Ordinary forces could hardly inflict fatal wounds on a Deity, even the Divine Power of the Grand Duke of Hell was no different.

Parurier took out a delicate makeup mirror from her bosom and tapped it open with a fingertip; immediately, the interface of the Magic Mirror appeared on its screen. Parurier had crafted this Magic Mirror herself; it was exquisite in appearance but had no different functionality.

Parurier’s fingers slid over the Magic Mirror’s interface and discovered, apart from the functionality to deposit and withdraw Soul Currency and casting with cash, there were several new icons.

"New functions again? This is a three-dimensional map. Completing maps can also earn Soul Currency? What’s this, pay-to-access data? And novels?"

Parurier studied the Magic Mirror’s new features and was so absorbed that she almost ended up paying for a novel listed there.

After closing the Magic Mirror and stowing it away in another space, Parurier couldn’t help but reflect, "Arthas, you’re always so interesting. Why did you have to oppose me back then? Now you are still a mortal, while I have become a Deity. This time, will fate still be on your side?"