Different World Online

"Use your real name."

The moment Steve's voice fell, Margaret's face instantly turned cold;

Margaret Do'Urden was her name, but it was not her real name;

Between her surname and given name, there is a long list of names, and only when all of them are added together can it be called a real name;

In this world full of incredible magic, real names are powerful;

If you know the true name of a being, you can use this method to find it, curse it, kill it, and control it...

Not to mention that Margaret was a cunning drow, even if she was a helpless female goblin, she knew not to tell her real name to anyone;

Not to mention signing your real name on a so-called "letter of commitment" whose contents are completely incomprehensible.

The tricks Steve played were not only unacceptable to the devil, but even to the drow elves;

Just as Margaret was about to get up and distance herself from Steve, her heart suddenly began to palpitate;

Looking down, I saw that Steve's right hand had already touched her towering peaks.

No! wrong!

Only the forearm of this guy is exposed. Where are his hands? Where are his hands?!

Damn it! My heart! Something is holding my heart!

He raised his head with a look of horror, staring at Steve with wide eyes, who was still smiling.

At one side, Steve sat on a chair with his legs crossed, looking at the delicate and beautiful face in front of him with calm eyes.

“Sign, complete this transaction honestly, stay alive, and become a powerful dungeon master.

If I don’t sign, I’ll have to look for another spokesperson in the Underdark, which is a shame.”

Although his methods are simple and crude, they seem to be quite effective at the moment;

For Steve, an overly complicated plan would simply overload his pig brain.

Moreover, Steve knew the drow race very well;

If you ask people to evaluate the drow race, most people will say: cunning, greedy, debauched, cruel, cold-blooded...

But to Old Pete and Steve, this race is very similar to a chaotic version of the devil;

For a long time, these black chicks have been centered around only one thing: power!

Starting from their main deity, Rose, the Spider Queen, all the despicable qualities revealed in this race are all for power;

Enslaving other races for power, killing sisters for power, and harming compatriots for power...

These evil women will do anything for power, even their souls.

This is the fundamental reason why Steve changed his plan.

In her opinion, this young lady [City Lord] was too easy to control, so easy that he didn't even need to use his brain.

Of course, this seemingly simple behavior is supported by the vast secret knowledge he inherited from old Pete.

If he didn't know these secrets, it would be useless even if he conquered this cunning woman on the surface;

The drow are good at and love betrayal, but it is not easy to control.

Margaret's face flushed as her heart was being held in the balance. She couldn't help but yelled:

“Did Sir Steve ask you to do this?

You are violating the trust between the Void Alliance!"

Hearing this, Steve raised his eyebrows expressionlessly and said calmly:

"Your naivety almost scared me. Do you want me to give you a gentle slap to wake you up?"

At this point, Steve added with a slightly impatient expression:

"You'd better hurry up, my hands are a little sore."

Hearing this, Margaret's heart trembled violently, and her eyes were full of struggle under her furrowed brows.

She still had a lot of plans to implement, and most importantly, she hadn't yet experienced the taste of holding great power;

Damn elder sister, why could she stay in Menzoberranzan and become the high priestess of the Mother Goddess, that slut who was slept with by everyone!

Damn mother, why didn't she die earlier so that I could stay in Menzoberranzan;

Damn second sister, third sister...they took up all the good dungeon locations and left me with this barren land in the north.

Damn!

She had hatred in her heart. The instinct of a drow elf made her hate all beings that disobeyed her!

Gritting her teeth and thinking for a while, the temptation of power and revenge overcame everything, and the beautiful woman slowly lowered her noble head;

"I can sign my real name, but you have to tell me what's on it."

"What's the problem?" Steve nodded with a smile and spoke as if reciting a book;

"Under the witness of the Styx, abide by the following treaty. Those who violate it will have their souls fall into the Styx forever."

As soon as the voice fell, the last glimmer of hope in Margaret's heart was shattered. The Styx Contract, the most commonly used contract by the devils, is also the most stringent contract in the entire Multiverse, without a doubt;

The Styx, a river that flows through multiple universes, from the upper Mount Heaven to the Nine Layers of Hell to the Abyss, and finally converges into the kingdom of the god of death - the Underworld, also known as the Gray Wasteland.

And this opening sentence is the most standard beginning of the Styx Contract.

Steve's voice continued.

“I will completely and thoroughly obey any orders from Steve 13, and serve Steve 13 as my only god;

I will be the weapon and shield in Steve 13's hands, protecting everything about Steve 13 from the bottom of my heart;

My soul will always belong to Steve 13 until the day my soul dies."

After saying that, Steve looked at Margaret, whose body was shaking violently, with an innocent face, and signaled her with his eyes to sign quickly.

After a long while, Margaret finally raised her dim eyes and spoke weakly.

"You...I...you must let me become the king of the Underdark, otherwise...I would rather die!"

Hearing this, Steve nodded indifferently.

In fact, Margaret herself knew that what she said was nothing more than self-consolation;

Under the constraints of the Styx Contract, as long as Steve is willing, he can even completely erase the thoughts in his mind.

With a long sigh, Margaret trembled as she picked up the charcoal pencil and signed her long and smelly name. Then she bit her finger and pressed her fingerprint.

Suddenly, a dark fire ignited on the papyrus;

A light blue transparent chain slowly extended from the depths of Margaret's soul and wrapped around Steve's wrist like a snake;

Ignoring the system prompts that appeared in his sight, Steve withdrew his hand that was holding the girl's heart, and grabbed the chain. Only then did he smile sincerely.

On the other side, Margaret, who was kneeling on the ground, looked at the chains that slowly disappeared from her sight but existed in reality, her eyes full of disbelief.

"You...you...you are Steve!"

"Correct answer, but unfortunately there is no reward." Steve snapped his fingers and stood up.

"The first order...

Don't look at me like that, you're not going to sleep with me!

The first order is to sell those dwarves and prepare food. I want to see that your transaction with the Chief goes smoothly."

After saying that, Steve seemed to have thought of something and added:

“By the way, send your people out to investigate the lair and number of the gray dwarves.

I promise you, my beautiful girl, you will soon have countless gray dwarf slaves to help you build your dungeon."

After saying that, Steve waved his hand, and in front of Margaret's extremely horrified eyes, he carried Alex out of the stone house.