The altar opened into an abyss, and when Shen Nian'an was pushed down, the panels of all the contractors around him were glowing. Only hers was completely silent. "Without a contract, you won't even be able to leave a name when you die." Shen Boyong, the patriarch, stood above him, his voice sounding like a verdict. But Shen Nian'an didn't die. At the bottom of the abyss, she discovered that the blank panel could swallow other people's contracts - living, dead, and even those of long-forgotten monsters. When the family elder who sacrificed her knelt tremblingly in front of her, and when the once arrogant contract owner desperately offered his name, Shen Nian'an only did three things: took away the enemy's contract and fed it to the monsters in the abyss; used the torn contract paper to build a shelter; and then stood in front of everyone, showing his empty face. "You want me to sign your contract?" She smiled and tore up a sacrifice contract. "Kneel down first and give me your name with your own hands." People who have been hungry understand the value of food better. She doesn't want power, she wants those people who are aloof to kneel down and hand over their names one by one.
