bleached black cat

Upon hearing this information, Night Sange expressed some confusion.

Having fallen victim to the sorceress's formidable move, he anticipated imminent demise. To his astonishment, he found himself in a room exuding an air of girlishness, painted in various shades of pink.

The enchantress stood before him, wielding a translation spell, conjuring a plethora of illusions—sumptuous feasts, piles of gold, opulent thrones, and beautiful maidens. However, Night Sange found himself entirely disinterested.

Later, he learned the illusions were mere facades.

Ding!

[Wisdom Aura immunized you against a mental assault!]

Ding!

[Wisdom Aura immunized you against a mental assault!]

Ding, ding, ding, ding, ding...

[Wisdom Aura once again immunized you against a mental assault! Please host, immediately distance yourself from the current environment!]

Well, it wasn't entirely ineffective; the intensive sounds of dings reached their peak as he gazed at the pile of gold.

Realizing that the sorceress was only employing mental magic, Night Sange felt reassured and truthfully answered the sorceress's question: What did he desire?

Nonsense!

Certainly, he wished to leave!

These gold coins were useless; was he to linger here just to hear the incessant dings?

Afterward, Night Sange's vision darkened once again, returning to his body.

Observing the bewildered gaze of the succubus named Bede, Night Sange waved at her.

"Hey! Still alive?"

"Ah! I'll kill you!"

Bede snapped back to her senses, furious and desperate, lunging at Night Sange.

"Halt, sit!" Night Sange tilted his head.

Bede's expression changed instantly. She abruptly halted and bowed ninety degrees, then seated herself without hesitation.

"Yes, master!"

Night Sange: ...

Bede: ...

Bede felt bitter inside! But at this moment, she couldn't express it!

How did things escalate like this?

Why wasn't the undead's consciousness suppressed?

Why did he utter those words?

As it turned out, her proudest talent had such a significant loophole!

[Soul Contract]completely suppresses the subjective consciousness. Once the subject falls into a state of despair, the master-servant contract is established. During the establishment, the subject cannot leave the consciousness space and desires must be satisfied; otherwise, the contract will backlash, reversing the master-servant relationship. Please use with caution.

How could a person without subjective consciousness resist her? What couldn't she conjure up?

Unexpectedly, it unfolded this way!

[I want to go out]created a paradox.

Not satisfying him led to a backlash. Satisfying him led to the breaking of the connection, resulting in another backlash.

What could she do? She felt desperate!

Then she became someone else's eternal servant. Not only that, but after coming out, she developed murderous intent, and the Soul Contract raised the restriction level to the maximum. Now she lost even the right to act independently or speak...

"I was actually countered by a specimen..."

Night Sange also received information about Bede's change in restriction level and scratched his nose.

"Stand up."

"Sit down."

"Stand up."

"Spin around."

"Sit down."

"Stand up..."

Suddenly, Night Sange felt that tormenting people like this was quite meaningless. Thus, he released Bede's autonomous permissions. However, the prohibition against opposing him remained in place.

He wondered why such a rule existed. It seemed unnecessary.

"Hi!"

Night Sange waved, but this time, Bede just looked at him with eyes filled with tears, a complex expression on her face.

"Don't you have something to say?"

Bede raised her head, trying hard to hold back tears.

"Alright then..."

Night Sange shrugged, pointing to the ground.

"Ask a question: What's the deal with this black cat?"

The black cat curled up at his feet was now fast asleep. However, strangely, its fur was gradually fading to white, leaving only its tail black.

And if it weren't for this black cat scaring him just now, he wouldn't have fallen victim to Bede's contract magic, even though he ultimately gained a legendary succubus.

But he needed to clear up the matter of the black cat; otherwise, he wouldn't know how to handle it.

Bede sniffed, her eyes suddenly becoming fervent.

"It's resisting my enchantment!"

"Resisting?" Night Sange wondered. A terrifying aura emanated from the black cat, yet it feared Bede's enchantment?

Bede's gaze, full of fascination, was fixed on the cat.

"It seems to have paid some price to counteract my enchantment. So, the black color in its fur is gradually fading away..."

Saying this, Bede swiftly plucked a black hair from the cat's tail and another white one from its head.

Seeing the cat's eyelids twitch, Night Sange felt his heart skip a beat.

"Exactly! The black cat's fur is accumulating tremendous energy, and this scent..."

Bede bit the black cat's hair, and suddenly, a small green flame burst out of her mouth, leaving a bit of greenish-black at the corner of her mouth. She casually wiped it off, her eyes burning with enthusiasm.

"Correct! The cat has an astonishing amount of soul power, like yours... identical!"

Seeing Bede raise a skeptical gaze, Night Sange felt a bit awkward.

"So, you mean that if its fur turns entirely white, then it will..."

"Turn into an ordinary harmless white cat!"

Bede interjected, her expression suddenly becoming pitiful.

"Well, you see, I don't have any malicious intent. I'm just fond of researching materials. Since you won't let me study you, how about allowing me to examine this cat?"

"No way!"

Night Sange wiped his sweat; what did she mean by no malicious intent?

If he hadn't just fused with the Wisdom God Stone before entering, the consequences would be unimaginable!

So, he decisively rejected Bede. She wasn't clear about the black cat's origins, but he understood. Could an emperor's pet be ordinary?

If it ended up birthing a litter of little black cats, how could he survive?

However, refusing so bluntly after just subduing her wasn't good for team building. After thinking for a moment, Night Sange smoothly changed the topic:

"By the way, do you have anything valuable here?"