Defiance of the Fall 2 (Defiance of the Fall, #2)

by TheFirstDefier

“Our theory is that there is a fourth planet in the mix, likely an uninhabited one, whose landmass is on another continent. Perhaps due to a different type of climate or some other difference, making the System separate it from the rest.

He’d heard no news of any incursion except his being defeated, but there were some rumors going about the city about some Marshall Clan being about to fight one.

[Joanna Andersson wishes to enter a Contract of Binding. Time: Indefinite. Accept?]

A Contract of Binding was more accurately named an employment contract. It made a person a subordinate who couldn’t betray their employer. His orders would to a certain degree become compulsions as well, unless giving a detrimental order, such as committing suicide or ruining their cultivation. That, of course, only was true for the type of employment. If he contracted this woman as a soldier, he couldn’t order anything about her private life.

Mystic Realms were something that could be found all across the Multiverse. There were quite a few types of them, with everything from tombs of powerful warriors leaving an inheritance to mysterious zones created by aberrant energies.

“The carriage will not move forward if one of the wheels is aligned in the wrong direction,” Alea said, her eyes reddening. “Silly girl, do you think I would kill you unless I was ordered to?”

“If you light a lamp for somebody, it will also brighten your own path.

‘To forgive is not to condone others’ actions, it is to bring peace to your heart.’

“The Specialty Core you’ve managed to grow is pretty impressive. It might bring about a miracle if it doesn’t kill you first. Many wouldn’t even hesitate in cutting you open just to study it. This little trinket will hide it from the world, and at least no one in D-grade will be able to sense it,” the man’s voice sounded in Zac’s mind.

The bad news was that his gambit to get stronger before the Treasure Hunt through the core seemed to be a wash. However, there still was a week to go, and he could at least work on his Dao. Zac opened up his status screen to take another look at his seeds, but something odd made him stop in his tracks.

Ogras only looked at him for a few seconds afterward until he shook his head with disgust and took a large swig of his wine. “I should just strap myself to your back, and sooner or later, a Divine Treasure will randomly land on my head. Your luck is just disgusting, makes me want to ram my head into a wall,” Ogras spat out.