The Weakest Contract Spirit? But My Maid Is the Strongest in the World

When her lips left his, a trace of moisture still glistened at the corner of her mouth.

"Charge complete." Xueliya turned her face away, her tone as cool as if she were reporting on a mission.

Chen Yan awakened a dinner fork at the age of six, and at eighteen he was still hauling boxes in E-rank dungeons. His team abandoned him amid a tide of monsters, leaving him to die. He smashed an ice coffin and rescued a girl in a white maid uniform. She cut through the monster horde with a single slash, then collapsed into his arms, drained of strength. A System window popped up: Complete mouth-to-mouth contact within thirty seconds.

He steeled himself and kissed her. The cool, aloof maid's lashes fluttered, and her ears turned pale red. When it was over, she turned her head and said, "Tell me next time."

He thought that was as far as things could go. Later, more maids joined them one by one, and their methods of charging gradually became more advanced. Only then did he learn what a true limit was.

From the weakest contractor to ruler of the world, from a useless fork to the White Coffin Scepter, everyone thought Chen Yan's power came from the maids. They finally shut up when he cleared the Ruler's Trial alone. The phantoms of all five maids appeared at once, and he severed the Guixu Star Gate with a single strike of his staff.

They weren't maids he had taken in, but five gods willing to die for him.