I'm almost reaching the maximum level of evil god, and you're advising me to change my job

Contract No. 3 Middle School.

The school bell rang, and countless students rushed to the cafeteria in the sunset.

In the quiet temple, no student chose to leave.

Until a cry interrupted everyone's meditation:

"I, I, I..."

The classmates looked back and saw a girl in the last row with a red face.

"Student Yang, what's wrong?" Huang Ye found that it was a girl in the class and asked.

Student Yang noticed that others were curiously looking at him, and he was also nervous.

He realized that it was impolite to make loud noises, so he pursed his lips and nodded to Huang Ye frantically with excited eyes.

Huang Ye suddenly realized and felt relieved.

He immediately stood up and tapped on the desks of his classmates, signaling them to leave the temple.

After walking away, he burst into urgent questions:

"Student Yang, have you awakened?"

"Really?"

"Damn, so lucky!"

"I thought you were going home to take over your parents' small supermarket, but I didn't expect you to become a superhuman!"

"I'm so envious!"

The classmates talked a lot and beat their chests.

The girl's face was also flushed, and she was full of joy under the crowd of classmates.

Yes, she successfully communicated with the gods and obtained the contract qualification.

It means that as long as you sign a beast pet, you will be a superhuman and a contract master!

"Let's eat first and continue in the evening." Huang Ye was sincerely happy for his classmates.

In these last five days, perhaps one or two people can achieve superhuman achievements.

Just treat it as a practice for the three-year friendship.

Of course, I have to skip the dinner.

Subsidies, scholarships, and charity funds have to maintain a year's expenses, which is simply stretched.

In the contract city, you can't expose your cultivation to avoid attracting attention.

But now the plan has changed. In order to reach level 60 as soon as possible and test my own ideas, I should take a risk.

"Hi~"

A young man in neat clothes stood on the only path leading to the cafeteria.

He waved to Huang Ye with a kind face.

"You go eat first."

Huang Ye glanced at the other party and asked the classmates to go first.

"Your friend?"

"Are you here to cause trouble?"

"Do you want me to call the classmates in the class to calm the situation!"

"They are all extraordinary people, not us useless people. If the psychological committee encounters problems, Class 3-2 will not agree!"

"You worry too much. Huang Ye is not a troublemaker."

The classmates were quite alert.

"It's okay."

After sending the classmates away, Huang Ye went over.

He remembered the other party, the security personnel at the subway station in the morning.

"See you again." Pan Sen extended his hand in a friendly manner.

Huang Ye ignored him, stared into his eyes, and said directly: "What do you want to see me for?"

Pan Sen smiled dumbly and took back his hand indifferently: "Can't I just go back to my alma mater and see you by the way?"

But when he saw Huang Ye's impatient expression, he sighed slightly: "Actually, I came to see you out of helplessness."

"My service attitude was bad this morning, and the captain scolded me."

"He asked me to get your forgiveness."

Huang Ye narrowed his eyes, no longer wasting time, and turned away.

Pan Sen's contracted beast: "He said he didn't believe it, and told you to get out."

Pan Sen looked embarrassed and wanted to say "This sentence doesn't need to be translated." But knowing that Huang Ye is a transcendent, even if he responded in a low voice, he didn't dare to take the risk, so as not to be detected.

After Huang Ye walked three meters away, Pan Sen asked loudly: "Huang Ye, what god do you believe in!"

This is the stage when the psychological defense line is weak, thinking that he has escaped from the crisis, and his body and mind are relaxed.

He can always get the information he wants in this way.

Contracted beast: "He said, no one believes in him."

Pan Sen frowned immediately, and before Huang Ye's figure entered the crowd, he asked again: "What path do you believe in?"

The contracted beast keenly captured Huang Ye's thoughts: "He said, destruction..."

"... Well, no, there is also the contract path, the strange path, how come there is even the ruling path..."

The contracted beast was confused and told all the information it captured.

Watching Huang Ye walk away, Pan Sen rubbed his newly grown rough beard and also turned his back and left.

"He doesn't believe in anyone, but he is a transcendent?"

He sneered in his heart. He was quite satisfied with the result of the interrogation.

"As for the path..."

"It should be the first one he said [destruction]."

He was happy and said, "I really found an interesting person."

Pan Sen put his hands in his pockets and left the campus.

On the way, I received a text message from a colleague: "Captain Pan, I still want to ask for leave. I need you to help me take over the security post for a few days."

Pan Sen was disappointed: "No."

"You can't come. Don't come again."

...

The night view of the Contracted Eighteen Cities is quite pleasant.

On the wasteland, there are bright lights and wine. Pan Sen rides a motorcycle and blows the night river breeze, which is very comfortable.

"Just take me here, thank you for the dinner."

A pretty girl got off the car and stuffed the helmet into Pan Sen's arms with both hands.

"Don't invite me up to drink a glass of water?" Pan Sen smiled wickedly.

"Are you sure you want to drink water?" The girl rolled her eyes at Pan Sen, lightly lifted her hair, and looked seductively.

Pan Sen laughed and didn't answer.

The girl bit her lip slightly, and seeing that he didn't take the next step, she asked tentatively: "Then...I'll go back?"

"Okay." Pan Sen nodded, holding the helmet, and didn't mean to get off the car.

Just watching the girl swaying like a willow in the wind, walking towards the rental house dejectedly. The farther she walked, the heavier the sound of her high heels seemed to be.

The voice of the contracted beast came to my ears: "She is very disappointed."

"Walking slowly is to keep you."

"As long as you continue to invite her, she doesn't mind spending the night with you."

Pan Sen patted the helmet with the remaining fragrance in his arms, carefully picked up the broken hair of his female companion, and responded with a lowered eyebrow: "It's boring to pretend to be reserved. I like to take the initiative."

Then, he threw the helmet into the river outside the fence without any nostalgia, letting it drift with the neon lights.

"Let's go, go home, and write a summary."

The engine roared, spewing black smoke, carrying Pan Sen back to the community.

After taking a cold shower, Pan Sen concentrated his attention and sat down at the table solemnly.

In front of him, there was a pen, a red wine glass, and a diary that was obviously torn neatly placed.

Recalling today's content briefly, Pan Sen picked up the pen and wrote:

"Huang Ye, male, about 18 years old."

"Reciting the doctrine of "Contract" this morning, nothing happened."

"But his identity is a hidden extraordinary person."

"If it weren't for the white dog's reminder, I wouldn't have noticed it at all."

Pan Sen paused with the pen tip and continued to write:

"I went to his class to find him, and his classmates said he was confessing in the Temple of the Contract."

"And after verification by his classmates, it was proved that he had never been a believer in the contract."

"That also explains why Huang Ye had so much disdain for the contract in his heart."

Pan Sen smiled, this is interesting.

Not a believer in the contract, but an extraordinary person, and can recite the doctrine of the contract. After continuous observation in the afternoon, there was no obvious backlash.

"Then, there are several possibilities."

The more Panson's thoughts became, the more serious his face became:

"1. Believe in the two gods."

"2. Deceive the two gods."

"3. Special talent."

Panson adjusted his breathing, squinted his eyes, and added: (Talent can refer to 1 or 2. Or other special things that have not been discovered.)

Putting down the pen, Panson held the notebook and looked at the words he had summarized.

His breathing was a little heavy.

He had never heard of anyone who could believe in the two gods, even if it was deception, it was unheard of!

Whose status can surpass the gods? !

"Becoming a transcendent means being watched by the gods."

"Reciting the doctrine of the honorific name of another god is a betrayal and heresy."

"No matter who it is, they can't bear the consequences of provoking the two gods."

Panson's brows were gloomy, and his hand holding the red wine glass trembled slightly.

As a security officer in Contract City, he has heard of all kinds of strange things.

I have indeed heard of examples of people who betrayed the righteous gods and converted to evil gods and still managed to survive at the low stage of the extraordinary.

Of course, this comes at a heart-wrenching price.

The terrifying backlash is tantamount to slow slicing.

Therefore, reciting the doctrine is still the most direct and effective way to test the evil people.

But the biggest doubt about Huang Ye is that nothing happened!

"No matter what means or methods... In short, Huang Ye achieved such an effect."

"Not punished by God."

Pan Sen drank the red wine in one gulp, his eyes slightly drunk.

Putting the goblet aside, Pan Sen was slightly excited and wrote down what he saw in the evening:

"Huang Ye said in his heart that he didn't believe in any god."

"But how can he get extraordinary abilities if he is so insincere?"

"As far as I know, the path of destruction can't do this... Insufficient information, I still choose to believe in my intuition, Huang Ye is the path of [destruction]."

"This is also what he admitted first, and the rest is more like a subconscious cover-up."

"Very alert."

Pan Sen smiled confidently.

Looking at the information obtained in the morning and afternoon, he compared them repeatedly.

He sorted out the past in his mind and found no omissions, so he slapped the table with satisfaction and concluded:

"Huang Ye's specialness comes from himself."

Pan Sen poured red wine happily.

He tore off the paper with Huang Ye's information.

He squeezed it into a ball and put it on his tongue covered with white moss, and took it with sour red wine.

"I'm sure you'll be eaten."

...

Late at night, cats and dogs barked.

The community where Pan Sen lived was middle-to-high-end.

In summer and autumn, there were clusters of flowers and a high degree of greening.

In the Contract City where every inch of land is worth money, those who can settle down in a favorable environment are either rich or noble.

Moreover, only powerful extraordinary people are eligible to buy.

If you want to sneak into such a community quietly, it is difficult to do it unless you are ahead in strength.

The more luxurious the villa area, the more terrifying the defense force and the strict hierarchy.

"Beep beep beep--"

"We received a call from the public, saying that there was a fire at the subway station leading to the ruins of the rioters!"

In the early morning, Pan Sen, who was sleeping soundly, was awakened by a hurried text message.

He looked at the message impatiently:

"How could there be a fire in the middle of the night?"

Pan Sen opened the quilt irritably, not daring to neglect it.

As the captain of the security team and the person in charge, he could not be absent from such things.

Before going out, he took a windproof jacket and a helmet.

Soon, the roar of the engine sounded in the underground garage, roaring angrily in the middle of the night!

"The number you dialed is temporarily unanswered..."

Pan Sen dialed the number with one hand, but no one responded.

This made him feel cold in his heart:

"Are you so angry that you don't even have time to answer the phone?"

Pan Sen became more and more anxious.

The low-lying motorcycle drove through the neon light area and headed towards the deserted suburbs.

In the night, there was only a beam of car lights, illuminating the uncertain road ahead.

"Beep beep beep--"

Halfway through, Pan Sen finally answered the phone.

The other end cursed: "The fire is out, the burning material is gasoline, it is definitely arson!"

Pan Sen breathed a sigh of relief: "You are not injured?"

"No, the fire was ignited in the security check hall, which is full of metal equipment and has no continuous combustibles. It quickly annealed on its own." The voice on the other end was scared. Fortunately, the fire was not set in the rail car, otherwise the loss would be great.

"The equipment is visually normal and should not affect the operation of the subway. However, the specific situation will be known only after the report comes out."

"Okay, I know." Pan Sen asked more, "Who reported the fire?"

"Still investigating."

"Thank you for your hard work. I will treat you to supper when you get there."

After hanging up the phone, Pan Sen frowned slightly.

I really can't figure out what the point of burning the subway station is.

A crime of passion?

Or just plain dissatisfaction?

Pansen let go of the accelerator and slowed the motorcycle down to a safe speed, with no idea what to do.

He vaguely felt that things were not as simple as they seemed.

"At least the crime was committed intentionally." Pansen sighed slightly.

But at this moment, a panicked urging voice sounded in his mind, sobering him up instantly.

The contracted beast was terrified: "Don't slow down, we are being followed!"

"The other party... Destruction Path!"