387 Corps Contract

They couldn't do anything about this. It was way too rare for mortals to enter Hell with flesh and blood bodies.

Even if it was just the edge of Hell.

'We are fucked…'

Marvin took a deep breath.

Even if they wouldn't necessarily die in this situation, it was still very bad.

Unless they were willing to sign a contract with a powerful Devil Overlord, they likely wouldn't be able to escape.

But contracts had prices, and normally it would be one's soul!

Ivan's expression was unsightly.

The Elven royal bloodline was immortal. After they died, their soul would go to the eternal spring at the secret border and they would be reborn after many years.

But if his soul fell into the Devils' hands, this wouldn't happen.

"Fuck… This is my fault," Marvin said in annoyance.