Are you willing to sign the contract?

"Habica?"

Victor was taken aback for a moment, and memories from the game began to surface in his mind.

Habica was one of the many deities in the game's lore. He only appeared as a character in the game's background stories, mentioned only in the storybooks of collectible quests.

No one had ever seen his true form.

According to the game's lore, Habica's every appearance brought forth either natural disasters or human calamities.

The most severe incident on record was when Habica's appearance halved the world's human population!

He was a very wicked and terrifying deity.

"Of course, you can also call me by my current name, Vega," the self-proclaimed raven said politely, folding its wings in front of its chest and bowing.

Victor couldn't grasp the other's intentions, so he didn't respond.

Seeing Victor's silence, Vega flapped its wings and adjusted its posture.

"Interesting, it seems you've heard of me."

Victor: "I don't know you."

He knew very well that being entangled with a deity was not a good thing, a fact that was widely accepted among players.

Especially this kind of evil god that exists in the background story, it seems very dangerous.

Why would an evil god who had never appeared in the game's seek out Victor?

Vega opened its beak, and a hoarse voice like a crow's cut him off:

"You are not Victor, your soul is not filthy enough."

Its single eye stared at Victor, trying to find a hint of 'panic' on his face, but Victor's usual facial paralysis disappointed it.

"Gods can see through souls."

It said.

"But it doesn't matter, I'm here to find you."

Vega shook its feathers, and a long, thin black feather fell onto the table, transforming into a black piece of paper. Twisted white stripes began to form a mass of text, resembling a demonic contract.

Victor looked at the contents of the paper and felt a headache coming on.

He had just arrived in this world and hadn't done anything yet, but he had already received two contracts in one day.

I'm a substitute player! Not some miserable office worker!

He took the paper, read it, and mocked it at the same time:

"Aren't you a god? Are you down on your luck?"

He never thought that even gods would have to go out and sign contracts with clients.

This contract was a covenant. If he signed his name on it, he would have to provide this raven with food, clothing, shelter, and even help it build a church to spread its followers.

The contract stated that the more followers it had, the stronger its power would become.

And that was it.

Victor: "..."

Even the most outrageous contracts weren't as ridiculous as this one. He had to provide it with food, shelter, and even find followers for it, and it would reap all the benefits while he got nothing?

He looked at the raven in silence. It was elegantly preening its feathers, like a noble bird.

If he could ignore its single eye.

"Most of my power is sealed away, and I can only seek the protection of others. If you take this deal, you will gain the friendship of a god."

"Sounds good to me."

Vega squawked while continuing to preen its feathers.

Victor was speechless. The friendship of a god? What good was that?

The raven glanced at him with its single eye, as if it could read his mind, and said lightly, "It could save your life."

"Deal!"

Victor signed his name with a flourish on the contract.

He wasn't too worried about being tricked, because gods always kept their word.

Even evil gods.

After signing the contract, he felt a strange connection form between them.

It seemed that with just a thought, he could locate this raven no matter where it was.

The raven perched itself on Victor's shoulder and preened its feathers again.

Just like what Leah had said, there was nothing tasteful about keeping a raven as a pet.

But since he was new to this world and had already signed the contract, he would just have to consider it an unrefined pet.

After all, he only had to provide it with food and shelter.

As for the church, he could just pay to build one in the future.

He turned to the other contract lying beside him, which also required his signature.

This was a contract from a prestigious magic academy, sincerely inviting the protagonist to become a teacher at the academy and promising him a professorship.

Only then did he remember that although Victor was a villain, he was also a magical genius.

Countless aged mages were still stuck at the second level, while Victor had already reached the third level at the age of twenty.

And if he were to translate that into the game...

Victor chanted silently in his mind, and a game panel appeared before his eyes.

[Name: Victor Clavenna]

LV:39

HP:1000/1000

MP:4900/4900

Typical glass cannon mage.

This confirmed his suspicion that he had indeed transcended into the game world.

Third-tier mage corresponded to levels 30 to 39 in the game, and so on.

According to the backstory, Victor had not improved in nine years, and his reputation as a genius had long been forgotten.

Only after transmigrating into Victor's body did he realize that he had been hiding his true strength.

The experience bar for leveling up had accumulated for who knows how long, and he could have easily crossed the threshold of the third tier to become a fourth-tier human Saint Mage.

But Victor had never done so. He had been plotting all along.

Although his character was not good, his reputation as a genius was undeniable.

This contract had to be signed.

Having the title of professor would essentially grant him the protection of the magic academy, and the Duke wouldn't be able to easily cause trouble for him.

At least on the surface, he needed a plausible excuse.

His underage daughter being confessed to by a scumbag? This reason wouldn't hold water.

Everyone loves beauty, will your daughter never get married?

Victor picked up the pen and signed his name on the contract, then asked the servant to deliver it to the magic academy. He then stood up and walked towards the backyard of the mansion.

Vega finally stopped preening its feathers and asked him what he was going to do.

Without turning his head, Victor told it:

"I'm going to be a teacher at the school tomorrow to practice my magic so I don't get rusty."

"Take me with you."

Vega stood on his shoulder and chattered incessantly.

In a blink of an eye, they arrived at the training ground, where a few giant stone targets stood.

Victor looked up at these towering stone statues and was a bit surprised.

In the game, players' backyards also had such magical boulders to improve their skill proficiency.

The boulders would display damage numbers, and based on the difference in damage numbers, one could determine the proficiency of the skill and the training level of one's attributes.

Now, Victor saw the same thing in the backyard of his mansion, and he couldn't help but feel a bit感慨.

Vega looked at him in surprise, thinking that he had been so out of practice that he was even shocked by the targets.

Then it started to chatter like a real crow.

"Magic, ah, this thing requires a lot of technique..."

It babbled to Victor about many things, such as how to cast spells with less effort and how to increase their power.

The raven ruffled its well-preened feathers: "If I had the power, I would show you some powerful high-level magic."

Victor didn't say anything and let it continue to rant.

He glanced at the skill table, and the result made him very satisfied.

All the magic that Victor could use, he had already mastered.

As the final boss of the second chapter story "Kingdom in Chaos" in the game, he was a level that all players had to go through.

As a power leveler, Victor's skills had long been memorized by heart.

As soon as the boss raised his hand, Victor knew exactly what kind of trick he was up to.

Vicar was still rambling on, "There are many things to pay attention to when using magic! Drawing magic circles, chanting speed..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Victor raised his hand, and with a bang, a black bolt of lightning shot out.

[Tier 1 Spell: Black Lightning Spear]

Victor's expression remained unchanged, as if casting magic was as simple as eating, drinking, or going to the bathroom in his eyes.

Then, various Tier 2 and Tier 3 skills, like fireworks, continuously left marks on the giant rock.

As if under a barrage of attacks, the entire backyard shone dazzlingly.

Vicar stood on Victor's shoulder and fell silent.

Victor looked at his depleted MP and felt a bit dissatisfied.

The boss's body was too weak. He ran out of mana after casting just a few skills.

If a player put on a bunch of equipment, their mana pool could easily reach tens of thousands. Why would they need to worry about saving mana?

"You can cast spells without drawing magic circles?"

Victor ignored him.

In the game, the mage profession was known as the magic machine gun.

Because of the magic circle settings in the game, players didn't need to operate at all.

They only needed to click a shortcut key and read the casting time, and the skill would be released with a "whoosh".

And for a power leveler who had played every profession, the skills of any profession were already familiar to him.

Casting a spell? Isn't that a piece of cake?

Seeing that he had mastered the release of his skills, Victor was ready to leave.

Vicar suddenly spoke up, "Don't rush off, I'm very interested in your way of casting spells. Can you cast a few more for a while?"

Victor didn't want to pay attention to him.

Do you think this is a firework? You can light it whenever you want.

Just as this thought crossed his mind, he caught a glimpse with his peripheral vision. Vicar's single eye lit up with a dazzling blue light, enveloping his own body.

He felt as if a rope had been tied between himself and the raven.

Victor pulled up his panel and took another look.

MP: 995,099/999,999

He looked down at Vicar.

I want to report him! This guy is cheating!