A hundred years ago, games became reality, and terrifying alien races invaded.
To survive, countless humans changed classes and became professionals. Mages summoned magic capable of laying waste to the world, martial artists challenged the world with their fists, swordsmen drew their blades with effortless grace, and scientists researched weapons capable of destroying planets.
Only Contract Masters were looked down on, dismissed as a trash class.
Fang Chenyu said, “There are only useless people, not useless classes. Take me, for example. I’m a Contract Master.”
Years later, everyone finally realized he was right.
Demon Emperor: “Brother Fang, you can have my throne if you want. Just stop thinking about destroying the demon race.”
Divine Emperor: “Would you consider signing a contract and making me your contracted beast?”
Dao Ancestor: “How does it work to take the Great Dao itself as a contracted beast and bring it under your command?”
Holy Spirit: “I believe you’re just an ordinary Contract Master. That said, could you please get those million gods and demons to keep their distance from me?”
This is my first time reading a novel of this type. I think it's quite interesting.
The writing is very good, but too few people have read it. Can you also write about all the realms in other worlds, instead of just writing them out every time you arrive?
Ah, ah, ah, ah, why are there so few?