Chapter 239

Mephistopheles Phyllis, or Mephistopheles for short. The name of the devil and demon of Faust.

Although the name was in line with the style of a demon, he didn't want to accept it.

No matter if it was No. 6 or No. 6, or even the nicknames given to him by others, the demon never used them as a name.

Because demons didn't need names.

If he wanted to, he could have given himself a name in such a long time.

But why did he need a name?

His name was a kind of restraint to him. Once he admitted that he had a name, it was like he had some kind of connection with this world. It was like forgetting the burn marks on the altar, forgetting the past that was buried behind the broken dungeon. It also gave him a weakness.

Demons didn't need a name and didn't care about it.

The demon paused for a moment and smiled faintly. "If you want to call me by this name, then of course, it can be a name that belongs only to you, my magician."

But if it was a magician, it would be a different story.

This was the indulgence of a demon.

Unfortunately, Magician, who had lost his memory, didn't seem to know the meaning behind this sentence.

That's right, Zong Jiu didn't know. He even wondered why the demon had pointed out his identity so accurately.

Could it be that the creatures of Hell would gather in front of the TV to watch magic?

The man looked down at the white-haired young man who didn't hide his vigilance at all.

According to the friendship background provided by the main system, it was still the time when Magician's hands were damaged after the car accident. In other words, Magician was still the high-spirited and world-renowned magician he used to be. After experiencing such a drastic change in his life as a car accident, he still had the hope that his hands could recover. He could even entertain himself and not fall into the abyss of gloom and despair.

Magician, who had entered the Thriller Trainee Competition, had been disabled for years. He had undergone countless surgeries and experienced the vicissitudes of hope and despair. He had even experienced the fickleness of human nature. In the end, he had completely walked into the darkness and lost interest in the world. He had reached the extremes of rationality and madness, and only relied on the chains to maintain his sanity.

Compared to the always cold and calm magician he had always known, the magician in front of him seemed much more immature and immature.

Memory was the root of a person. If one lost the memory of an important period, it would cause a drastic change in personality.

However, this didn't seem to be a simple memory seal.

The main system distorted the time in Magician's memory, returning him to a younger personality. It was just like when the demons were suppressed to the imp personality by the Judgement Day dungeon. The difference was that the imp had the memories of the great demons, but only the personality that belonged to the imp. Magician, on the other hand, had reversed time, sealed his memories, and returned to a specific point in time. He had never experienced the pain of seeking out famous doctors to no avail. His eyes were still filled with vigor.

The demon immediately understood the crux of the matter.

Magician's main mission was to retrieve the lost memories and time.

Suffering was also a necessary lesson in life. Only by experiencing it could one understand it.

The magician had shared the demon's past, so it was reasonable for the demon to share the magician's past.

The demon liked it very much and was very happy to poke his nose into the Magician's past. Hmm … Then he would have a good taste of this delectable little Magician.

Perhaps the demon's gaze was too explicit, to the point that Zong Jiu felt like he would be torn apart and eaten in the next second, so he was the first to break the silence.

"If that's the case, Mephisto Phyllis, can you fulfill my wish?"

Zong Jiu emphasized the pronunciation of the name "Mephisto" as if he was grabbing onto a life-saving talisman. He bunched up his thorns as a warning.

This was a demon from hell. No human had a chance of winning against him.

Countless literary works recorded the cunning and sinister nature of demons. Undoubtedly, making a deal with them would give you something unimaginable. It could be wealth, or something else. However, this was no different from asking a tiger for its skin.

Just like Faust in "Faust", in the end, he chose to betray the demons. He tore up the agreement to sell his soul to the demons after death and turned to God's embrace.

In the face of such a powerful existence, it was normal to be vigilant. Since the parchment said that the demon's true name was very useful, Zong Jiu naturally had to let the demon know his subtext.

… Although all of this was ridiculous.

From a staunch materialist magician to a magician who successfully summoned a demon from hell, Zong Jiu felt like he needed to calm down.

"Of course, little magician. If it's just to help you restore your hands, I'm more than happy to do it. "

The demon glanced at the thick plaster and bandages on the white-haired youth's hands and was instantly amused.

The main system crudely reversed the time in the magician's memory, but in reality, the time in this body did not change. Even the length of the silver-white hair was the same as when the demon was toying with it not long ago.

In other words, the magician's hands were completely fine.

As long as the plaster and bandages were removed, they would still be alive and kicking. In fact, they would be even stronger than before. This was because the main system had already strengthened his hands to the highest level.

But would the demon say that?

He looked at the white-haired young man who had a tense face and was obviously nervous, and the corners of his mouth curled up mischievously.

"However, it's possible, but … My dear contractor, summoning a demon comes with a price. Are you ready?"

"What price?"

Zong Jiu was very nervous.

He knew that this was his only chance.

If even the demon couldn't restore his hands, then there was no need for him to seek help from a doctor.

However, he did not want the cunning demon in front of him to discover his desires.

It was dangerous to expose his desires, so Zong Jiu stood in the same spot. If the demon tried to play any tricks, he would immediately call out his real name and send him back to hell.

The demon cleared his throat. "How about this, let's confirm the contents of the contract first."

Zong Jiu was about to pick up the parchment, but the demon suddenly took two steps forward and leaned in close to him.

Zong Jiu, who hated being in close contact with strangers, did not instinctively push the demon away.

Why didn't the demon smell of sulfur on the parchment?

While he was thinking, the demon suddenly snatched the contract from his hand.

"Let me see … Oh, it's this contract."

The demon began his performance with an evil smile on his face. "This is a contract issued by our hell five centuries ago. Since we failed to steal Faust's soul from God's hands, we made a new contract that was much harsher. Many of the rules are different from the previous one. "

Zong Jiu was speechless.

Summoning a demon to sign a contract was like signing a contract. Because of the loopholes in the previous contract, it was reasonable for it to be harsher.

The white-haired magician's eyes darkened and said in a casual tone, "Then what do you want? Money, fame, status, or … soul? "

Money, Zong Jiu had plenty of money.

As a great magician, he had bought insurance for his hands. Whether it was his previous savings or insurance, it was enough for him to live a comfortable life. As for fame and status, if the demon from hell wanted to develop in the real world, Zong Jiu could share his connections with him.

But if it was a soul —

The deal between Mephisto and Faust in "Faust" was a soul.

Not to mention literature, in all the myths and legends around the world, demons were only interested in beautiful human souls. This was the case in traditional exorcism. Demons helped humans achieve their wishes, and humans gave their souls to the demons after death. It had always been like this.

But was it worth it to exchange a soul for a pair of hands?

Zong Jiu agreed without hesitation.

To him, excitement and fun were far more important than these.

Not to mention … He didn't know why, but Zong Jiu had a lot of confidence in himself.

Confidence referred to the confidence of betraying him, tearing up the contract, and secretly plotting against the demon.

It was a strange feeling. Just like when he first woke up, he felt as if he had forgotten something very important. For some reason, he felt that the hexagram stone was very important. When he first saw the face of this unknown demon from hell, he subconsciously had the urge to punch it.

"Soul? No, no, no, I don't need that. "

The demon licked his lips, his dark golden eyes flashing with an obscure light that Zong Jiu couldn't understand.

"I need you to give me something else, something I've never had before."

Something the demon had never had before?

Zong Jiu asked curiously, "What is it?"

The demon had a secretive look on his face. "You'll know when the time comes."

This was his main mission. But as for what it was exactly, the demon didn't know.

The demon had many things and never lacked for anything, let alone something he desperately wanted.

What did he want?

"Let's not talk about this for now. My dear Magician, let's sign the contract."

The demon waved his pen and signed the name he had just obtained, which belonged only to Magician.

Zong Jiu hesitated for a moment before writing his name on the parchment as well.

"Done."

The demon snapped his fingers, and the omnipresent shadows crawled up and swallowed the parchment bit by bit like an invisible black fire.

The young Magician in front of him was easier to fool than the future Magician. The demon had to seize this opportunity to at least have fun.

"Since the contract has been signed, I should ask for something in return, don't you think so?"

The demon lowered his head with a smile. His fingertip moved suggestively across the white-haired youth's lips, and the darkness in his eyes deepened.

"It took me a lot of magic to be summoned from hell to the human world. My dear Contractor, since you wish to fulfill your wish, then shouldn't you be merciful and take pity on this poor Demon, and replenish him with fresh magical energy? "