Chapter 210: A Deal With the Devil [Monthly Ticket Bonus]

"Agree to one condition."

Chen Kong didn’t know what kind of condition Bai Kong had in mind—but he could feel it. There was no sincerity in Bai Kong’s voice. No goodwill. Just cold, calculating malice.

And back in his Soul Space, he suddenly regained access to memories he’d locked away—memories of the recent past.

He remembered himself, within his own Soul Space, mercilessly beating Bai Kong senseless after a violent confrontation. He remembered Bai Kong’s subsequent massacre of Saintess Yufemia.

Now, he understood clearly: despite the harmless smile on Bai Kong’s face, despite how calm and reasonable he seemed, this man was pure evil. A villain so unapologetically wicked that he wore his darkness like a badge. There was no pretense. No mask. Just raw, unfiltered wickedness.

If given a choice, Chen Kong would have spent his entire life avoiding someone like this.

But now, if he wanted to save Vivian, Bai Kong was his only option.

After weighing the stakes, Chen Kong finally spoke, his voice steady:

"Alright. What’s the condition?"

Upon hearing that, Bai Kong’s lips stretched into a grin so wide it nearly split his face. His fingers lifted, two pale digits tipped with faint, swirling black mist.

"First," he said, voice dripping with mockery, "after I chant Covenant, you must surrender your body to me for three minutes."

"Second," he continued, "no matter what I do during that time, you must forget everything that happens."

The moment the words left his mouth, Chen Kong went silent.

He heard the trap.

Especially the second condition—giving up his own memory like a blade handed to an enemy, inviting them to stab him without resistance.

But with no other path left, Chen Kong had no choice.

He took a deep breath. His eyes hardened.

"Fine. But you have to meet my conditions. Otherwise, this deal is off."

"Ugh, so picky," Bai Kong sneered, rolling his eyes. He extended a hand, impatient. "Hurry up. I haven’t got all day."

Chen Kong locked eyes with him, voice clear and unwavering:

"First—You may only chant Covenant once per month."

"Second—While you’re inside my body, you are not allowed to kill anyone."

Bai Kong’s expression darkened instantly. His brows knitted together, his aura turning icy. The air around him crackled with suppressed power, as if he were seconds away from snapping Chen Kong’s neck like a twig.

But Chen Kong didn’t flinch. He stared straight back.

"Of course I know what I’m asking," he said. "These conditions aren’t demands—they’re chains. I’m binding you. Protecting the people I care about. If you’re allowed to do whatever you want when you’re in my body, I’ll lose everything."

Bai Kong stared at him, silent for a long moment.

Then, suddenly, he laughed.

A low, dry chuckle. The hostility melted away, replaced by something almost amused.

"Kong," he said, grinning, "you’re tougher than I thought. Fine. I’ll accept the second condition."

He paused, then added, "But the first one? Needs adjustment."

"Three days," he said. "I’ll only accept a three-day interval. And if I don’t use it within those three days, the time carries over—can be used in the next three-day window."

"Seven days," Chen Kong replied without hesitation. "That’s the maximum I’ll allow."

Bai Kong studied him—really studied him—for a long moment. He saw the resolve in Chen Kong’s eyes. This wasn’t negotiation. This was final.

Fine. No point arguing over such trivialities. Covenant was meant to be broken, anyway.

He shrugged. "Alright. Seven days."

He grinned again, eyes gleaming with a flicker of cunning.

"Covenant. Established."

As the words left his mouth, a jagged black starpath erupted into existence in the void between them—writhing like a serpent of shadow. It coiled through the air, then snapped into place, binding their souls together with an invisible, unbreakable chain.

Watching Chen Kong seal a pact with the devil, the Dimensional Audience couldn’t help but shiver.

This was no accident. This was a setup—deliberately placed by the Stellar production team. That guy’s going to cause chaos. Big time.

Dealing with the devil, huh, Kong? Hope you don’t regret this later.

Sure, Bai Kong’s done bad things for good reasons before… but I still don’t trust him. He’s too openly evil. Too obvious. Too… pure.

Exactly. Bai Kong is the textbook villain of the Stellar universe—no disguise, no subtlety. He’s the kind of bad guy you can see coming from a mile away.

Let’s see what he plans to do. I doubt he’ll stop the real threat—Lao Tian.

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[Stellar World, Quantum Space within the Steam Furnace]

Cough. Cough.

Yu Chen lay sprawled on the cold metal floor, each breath spitting blood. His vision blurred from loss of blood, but he still forced his eyes to fix on the silver-haired figure standing across from him.

He’d known this mission might fail. He’d expected it.

But when reality struck—when he saw the scale of the disaster—he felt something deeper than despair. A crushing, soul-wrenching helplessness.

A full Steam Branch’s entire elite force—officers and captains alike—had been wiped out. Three squad leaders, all at captain-level, had been neutralized. And even with the Liyang Family’s Yao Dao holding back three of them, Yu Chen knew it wouldn’t matter.

Not against this man.

The one known as Tian Dao Siming.

Though he, like Chen Kong and Liu Ma, had emerged onto the public stage six years ago as a Stellar Prodigy, the truth was—there was no comparison.

They were worlds apart.

And now, having faced Tian Dao in battle, Yu Chen finally understood why his Wanted Poster had been labeled with such a warning.

> Name: Tian Dao Siming

> Stellar Source: Vector Control

> Stellar Core: Star-Eclipse Eye

> Stellar Ranking: NO.1

> Evaluation: An absolute, innate powerhouse. Progress beyond all known limits. If discovered independently, report immediately to the Central Council. Do not engage. Do not attempt to contain.

An absolute, innate powerhouse…

Yu Chen let out a bitter laugh, blood bubbling at the corner of his mouth.

Once, he’d believed himself a genius—rare, unmatched. Others spent months mastering techniques he grasped in seconds. Achievements others chased for years were within his reach with a little effort.

His pride had been forged in the fire of talent. It had been embedded in his bones.

Even after learning of the Stellar Prodigies, he’d dismissed most of them as overrated. Especially Chen Kong and Liu Ma. He’d believed, with full confidence, that if he truly fought them, he could defeat them.

But now?

After two brutal encounters with Tian Dao Siming, all that had changed.

No special technique. No elaborate setup. No intricate strategy.

Just raw, overwhelming Stellar Energy. Unmatched physical dominance.

One effortless wave of power—and Yu Chen had been sent flying like a puppet with its strings cut.

He crashed into the wall, unable to rise for minutes.

And still, he couldn’t move.

Not because he was tired.

But because the man before him wasn’t human.

He was something beyond comprehension.

(End of Chapter)

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