Death Game: Starting as a Trickster, Pretending to Be a God

Chapter 827: The Demon Lord

Although Lin Yu didn't put much force behind it, that slap didn't cause any substantial damage to the Inquisitor of the Tribunal of Heresy.

But still... a slap on the face, no matter which world you're in, carried extreme humiliation.

And this was also undeniably "harm."

The burning pain on the Inquisitor's face sent his brain into a freeze.

What was going on here?

Hadn't he just signed a contract with this "Schreiber," forbidding mutual harm?

Why could he slap his face?

The Inquisitor of the Tribunal of Heresy, Nitsanchi La Victor, was already eighty-six years old, and this old fox had never even considered the possibility that a "demon contract" could fail.

Could it be... that his ritual had gone wrong?

Thinking this, Nitsanchi La Victor raised his hand, trying to strike back at Lin Yu.

But the moment he lifted it, the old man felt a resistance deep within his soul.

This resistance made it extremely difficult for him to violate the contract's terms—if he insisted on doing so, his soul would surely suffer heavy backlash damage.

So...

"There's nothing wrong with the contract?"

Lin Yu looked at the bewildered Inquisitor, nodded, and offered a smile. "Yes, the contract has no issues at all, Mr. Nitsanchi."

He raised his hand and delivered another slap to the other man's face.

This time, the searing pain sent a massive shock through Nitsanchi's worldview.

"If the contract has no issues, then why can you—"

"I have a cognitive disorder. I don't consider what I'm doing right now as attacking you."

Lin Yu said with a smile.

"Impossible!"

Nitsanchi immediately shot back.

Lin Yu was, of course, spouting nonsense—the real reason was that "demon contracts" relied on names and souls to take effect, which allowed Lin Yu to basically ignore such contracts that were practically unbreakable in Night Valley, even for most players.

The one who signed the contract was "Schreiber." What did that have to do with Lin Yu?

Although using a "name" seemed unreliable, in reality... as long as your self-identification was correct, the contract could establish a link through the name to the contractor's soul.

If you used a fake name you didn't identify with, the demon contract couldn't trace your soul at all, wouldn't even be established, and the other party to the contract would know immediately.

And the reason Lin Yu could pull this off...

Was because he really was "Schreiber"—the [Social Panel] named 『Schreiber』 was irrefutable proof, recognized even by the 『Death Game』. How could a Night Valley demon contract not acknowledge it?

But...

Lin Yu also wasn't really Schreiber.

The moment he closed his [Social Panel] and switched to a 『Director』 panel, the contract's coordinate within his soul was completely blocked off.

In other words... the contract was now one-sidedly valid.

This was also the point Lin Yu had been banking on ever since he realized the other party was open to negotiation—as long as he could steer the conversation toward the "demon contract," victory was assured.

What was originally an "alliance contract" had now become a template even stricter than a "slave contract."

"In short, accept reality," Lin Yu said, patting the Inquisitor's shoulder. "Now, you have no way to hurt me, but I can still hurt you."

"I don't even need to kill you with my own hands... once I get out of here, all I have to do is report you."

"Now, let me and my companions out."

Lin Yu spoke calmly. Nitsanchi's face twisted into a vicious snarl. "You bastard..."

He couldn't even refuse Lin Yu's demand to send him out—because if he kept LinYu trapped, that would be a deliberate act of harm against him.

"Even though I can't hurt you... I can still kill your companions!"

Nitsanchi said, trying to threaten Lin Yu.

Lin Yu made a "go ahead" gesture.

"Be my guest. I'm not really that close to them anyway—if you insist on doing it, I won't mind much."

Lin Yu said calmly.

The Inquisitor, Nitsanchi La Victor, turned red with fury. "Aren't you afraid of the demons' retaliation?"

"By doing this, you're mocking an entire race of demons... They won't let you off."

As he spoke, Nitsanchi suddenly seemed to realize something.

"That's it, that's it! Even though I can't hurt you or even have the intention to hurt you, I can call on the demons to seek justice—your behavior has clearly violated the contract's sanctity. It's only reasonable for me to summon a demon!"

With that, he immediately retreated, pulled out the contract, and began muttering: "I'm just seeking justice, I'm not trying to hurt Schreiber, I'm just seeking justice, I'm not trying to hurt Schreiber..."

After repeating it more than a dozen times, he finally seemed to clear his thoughts and began focusing solely on using the medium to construct a demon-summoning spell.

As the Inquisitor of the Tribunal of Heresy, Nitsanchi was clearly skilled in all kinds of forbidden summoning arts—whether it was summoning the 【Book of Hell】, constructing demon contracts, or now summoning a demon's projection, he performed them all with practiced ease.

Lin Yu watched his actions with interest, making no move to interrupt Nitsanchi—though all he'd need to do was punch the old bastard a couple times to break the spell.

But Lin Yu wanted to see how the demon would "deliver justice."

Soon enough, flames erupted again, forming a circular fire door in the air.

Inside, seated on a throne, was a demon whose entire body was covered in black rock, with what seemed like molten lava flowing through the cracks between the stones.

"Who dares to summon the Ninth Pillar of the Abyss, the Lava Demon Lord, the Master of Magma and Volcanoes, the Undying King of Catastrophe, the Great Demon Ruling the Abyss—Helshakanus?"

The demon's gaze fell through the door, his voice solemn and majestic.

"Respected Lava Demon Lord, I have summoned you here to report a flaw in the demon contract notarized under your name..."

Nitsanchi immediately began laying out the full story of the contract's failure.

"...In short, even after confirming the contract, he can still harm me, and he's using this to threaten me!"

"I beg you to punish such behavior severely."

The Lava Demon Lord Helshakanus turned his gaze to Lin Yu.

"So you're that 'Schreiber'? How dare you tamper with a demon contract I notarized? Whatever trick you used, you've got some nerve!"

Lin Yu looked at Helshakanus and smiled. "This isn't tampering at all. I did sign the contract and I haven't violated it. As for why I can still hit him, that's just a quirk of my personal situation."

Helshakanus spoke with some irritation, steam billowing from the magma-filled cracks on his body. "Boy, if I say you tampered, then you tampered!"

"So what you're saying is, the demon contract you notarized has a problem or a loophole that someone like me, a mere mortal, could exploit?"

Lin Yu shot back.

The Lava Demon Lord Helshakanus, upon hearing this, grew even angrier.

"How could there possibly be a problem with my contract?"

"Exactly, right? It must be this fool's own stupidity for not covering all the bases in the terms, which is why he got burned!"

Lin Yu said with a smile.

Helshakanus was stunned.

"That... actually makes sense?"