The Curse User looked at the contract before him with some awkwardness.
"Um, I don't have a pen. How do I sign this?"
"Can you give me a pen?"
The Curse User gave a blank smile, awkwardly scratching his head, terrified that Alex Moyan would get displeased and smite him.
Alex Moyan was speechless. "Uncle, have you been scared silly?"
"This contract is made of Curses. How could you possibly need a pen?"
"Then what do I do?" the Curse User asked doubtfully.
Alex Moyan pursed his lips. Not far behind him, Satoru and Geto Suguru couldn't help but start laughing.
It was the first time they had heard of forming a Binding Vow requiring a contract, and on top of that, needing a pen!
No, I can't laugh.
Amanai Riko looked confused. If not a pen, what was needed to sign this contract?
Geto Suguru explained, "A contract forged from Curses naturally requires Cursed Energy to be signed."
"Though I don't know why Alex is doing this, he must have his reasons."
Alex Moyan thought to himself that it was naturally because the effect would be much stronger and impossible to defy.
Moreover, the Binding Vow written on it was crystal clear, without the slightest loophole.
It was much simpler than making an agreement on the spot and then signing the vow.
"Bite your tongue, and then mix the blood with your Cursed Energy," Alex Moyan stated.
The Curse User understood instantly and nodded repeatedly.
Following Alex Moyan's instructions, he successfully signed the contract.
The blood mixed with the Curse User's unique Cursed Energy sprinkled onto the contract.
In an instant, the contract transformed into a bloody light and flew into both parties' bodies.
The Curse User felt his soul being bound by something, like a bomb ready to detonate at any moment.
And the owner of the detonation control for this bomb was Alex Moyan.
Alex Moyan asked the Queen of the Underworld, "How is this guy's strength? I need to rate him."
The Queen of the Underworld blurted out, "Trash, garbage, swine."
Alex Moyan:...
It seemed that in the Queen of the Underworld's eyes, any Jujutsu Sorcerer whose rank wasn't First Grade, or any Cursed Spirit that wasn't Special Grade, was collectively called trash or garbage.
Alex Moyan had no choice but to use another method to determine the other party's value.
"What is your Cursed Technique?"
The Curse User spoke tremblingly, not daring to show any disrespect to the other party now.
His life was currently in this person's hands.
"Clones."
Alex Moyan's eyes lit up upon hearing this Cursed Technique.
"Oh? Not bad."
Very valuable!
Alex Moyan rejoiced inwardly, and the Curse User even looked a bit more pleasing to his eyes.
Clones—if he could comprehend it, what kind of heaven-defying Cursed Technique would he grasp?
Multiple Shadow Clones? Hiss, that's a bit too low-tier.
After all, if it's heaven-defying, it must have a higher class!
"Then, you get the benefits of a Grade 2 employee: an annual salary of ten million, mission commissions, rewards for achieving targets, company-paid room and board, and a year-end bonus.
Two days off on holidays, flexible working hours without fixed clock-in/out times—come when you want, leave when you want. However, if there's a mission, you must be available on call. There is a pension upon retirement, and the company will reimburse and cover any injuries sustained on missions."
"How about it? How are these terms?"
Hearing these conditions, the Curse User never expected the other party to offer him such generous terms.
He would have already thanked the heavens and earth if he wasn't treated like a beast of burden.
Damn, if I had known your esteemed company's benefits were this fantastic, I would have switched jobs long ago instead of remaining a Curse User.
What was so good about being a Curse User? The risk was high, and he was constantly hunted by the Jujutsu World.
He was low-class, constantly hiding everywhere.
Like a rat crossing the street, everyone shouted to beat him.
But one thing was true: it was quite free.
Wait? With such good benefits, wouldn't there be a ton of dangerous missions?
But, did I have a choice?
The Curse User thought for a moment, still having one unresolved doubt, so he asked it.
"Um, your company seems so short-staffed. Why did you kill that old man? That old man's strength was quite good."
Alex Moyan spoke carelessly, as if looking at an ant, "Because he had no value."
"My company is very humane, professional, and stable."
"Compared to state-owned enterprises, the benefits are only higher, never lower."
"That old guy is old and frail. He might retire in another couple of years, and then the company would have to spend money supporting his retirement."
"Tell me, what value did he have, what qualifications did he possess, to be allowed to live when he was my enemy?"
"The best enemy is always a dead enemy."
Alex Moyan's words sent a bone-chilling coldness through the Curse User.
This attitude of looking down on life was even more 'Curse User-like' than his own.
"Starting today, I am your boss."
Alex Moyan pulled out a black business card and tossed it to the other party.
"Report to the address written on it."
The Curse User solemnly accepted the business card Alex Moyan gave him with both hands. Written on it was the name of someone called Mr. Qi.
"Oh, right. Handle this corpse. After all, this is a school; don't scare the young blossoms."
The Curse User nodded and cleared the scene in a few quick movements.
The speed and proficiency were such that one couldn't even tell someone had just died there.
He was clearly an experienced hand, someone who often did such things.
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"Alex, who is this?" Satoru raised an eyebrow, pointing at the Queen of the Underworld with a gossipy look.
After all, such a beautiful woman with superb temperament was someone Satoru was seeing for the first time.
"This one? She barely qualifies as my woman," Alex Moyan replied without hesitation.
"What! A woman!"
Everyone gasped.
"Didn't we agree to stay single together? To be each other's angels? You, you actually broke our original promise!"
Satoru clutched his chest, his expression exaggeratedly pained, showing how disappointed he was.
Alex Moyan was speechless. When the hell did I say something so nauseating?
Each other's angels? Isn't your angel Geto Suguru?
Geto Suguru on the side experienced a blind spot.
"Alex, you just said 'barely.'"
"Does that mean your relationship isn't completely settled yet?"
Geto Suguru pointed at the two of them.
"Ooooh~ So that's how it is. I knew it. How could a skinny guy like you ever catch such a beautiful big sister."
"Turns out it's one-sided affection, unrequited love, hehehe."
Satoru gloated while watching Alex Moyan, feeling incredibly happy inside.
He was afraid his brother would suffer, but he was also afraid his brother would drive a Range Rover.
Watching him make money was more agonizing than killing him!
The Queen of the Underworld before them was merely a clone.
Currently, the Queen of the Underworld's main body should be sealed somewhere in Asia.