I set up a shelter organization

She silently vowed that she must become a powerful spellcaster.

At least, he wouldn't be unable to control the weirdness of his own contract.

[Ding! Fu Zhang's character completion increased by 5%!]

The violent storm subsided.

Everyone began to worry about Zhao Hunlai, who had not made any movement.

"He chose the Blood Robe-level weirdness?"

"Why haven't you come out yet?"

"It's almost an hour."

Mr. G said that if he still hasn't come out after an hour, it means the contract has failed.

Everyone was worried.

He was worried about Zhao Hun and was also afraid that he would really fail. As companions who came here to make a strange contract, everyone else succeeded, but he was the only one who failed.

No matter how cheerful and lively Zhao Hun is, he would still feel guilty, right?

Amidst everyone's concerns, what is Zhao Hun doing now?

He was having a beautiful dream.

In the dream, he was still that ordinary person who had accomplished nothing. He was not very popular in the game anchor industry, earning a fixed signing fee and a pitiful amount of tips from fans every month.

But suddenly one day, his live broadcast room was on the homepage banner of the video, and countless viewers flocked into his live broadcast room, praising his operations, and countless rewards flowed into his pocket like water.

Just when Zhao Hun was wondering, his father called him.

"Hey, son, you've grown up and started your own business. I'm very pleased. So, I won't pretend anymore. I'm going to be honest. I'm the richest man in Asia and I own one of the top 500 companies in the world."

"Ah??? Dad, are you drunk? Or are you kidding me?"

"Hey kid, I'm going to transfer this month's pocket money to you. Work hard, and my group will be yours in the future."

"Ding Dong! Ten million RMB has arrived in my Taobao account."

Zhao Hun widened his eyes in disbelief, opened the software and confirmed it over and over again. The string of zeros on the account showed that all this was true.

Zhao Hun couldn't help but raise the corners of his mouth. "Hahahahahaha, I'm the son of the richest man in Asia. I'm a second-generation rich man?"

"Well, my dad kept it a secret so well that I didn't even notice it."

From childhood to adulthood, he received an ordinary education, lived in a neither good nor bad place, and could barely be considered an ordinary working-class family.

He used to have only two thousand yuan of living expenses per month. Because he was not good at studying and was under too much pressure, he entered the workplace after graduating from high school.

After hitting a wall everywhere, he chose to be a game anchor, but the money he earned every month was only enough to cover his own expenses.

He has had enough of this hard life!

Hahahaha, he finally turned over a new leaf and became a dragon.

Zhao Hun turned into a monkey on the spot and sang a song called Tarzan for the audience in the live broadcast room.

"Dude, you're so happy? You're singing all the songs from all these years."

"Hahaha, this is your first time on the homepage, right?"

“This anchor sings really well.”

“Isn’t this a game anchor?”

"His gaming skills are pretty good, and he's also pretty good-looking, but I don't know why he hasn't been popular before."

The live broadcast room was full of praise, without a single hater.

Zhao Hun felt so happy.

It even feels too good to be true.

He slapped himself, it hurt, this was not a dream!

End of live broadcast.

The live broadcast revenue for that day was 100,000.

He finally couldn't help laughing, "I, Zhao Hun, have finally become a rich man."

He was extremely addicted to it.

He started to spend money lavishly, and he could spend hundreds of thousands on a meal.

He bought luxury cars worth millions, booked out clubs, and spent money at various entertainment venues. In a short period of time, he squandered ten million.

As long as you ask your father for money, you will definitely get what you want.

He spent a month enjoying this wonderful time.

A month later, he received another call, "Son, come to the hospital quickly, your mother was hit by a car."

Zhao Hun's mind was confused. He didn't know how he got to the hospital. When he came to his senses, he was already standing at the door of the operating room.

The doctor came out and asked them to sign a critical illness notice.

"Doctor, doctor, how is she?"

The doctor talked about the patient's current injuries. Because the injuries were too severe, even if they tried their best to rescue him, it was difficult to guarantee that the patient would survive.

After signing your name.

Zhao Hun saw that his father's hair had turned white, and he seemed to have aged twenty years in an instant, and even his straight back had bent a lot.

After a while, the doctor came out again. He shook his head regretfully and said, "My condolences. Please prepare for the funeral as soon as possible."

Zhao Hun's father suddenly covered his heart and fell to the ground, unable to bear it.

"dad!"

Is this a sweet dream?

Is this a nightmare?

Zhao Hun's brain was buzzing, and the sounds around him suddenly became very distant.

On this day, he lost the two relatives who loved him most.

The company then went bankrupt.

His live broadcasting career plummeted due to his suspension, and soon all his fans left.

He lost everything.

Zhao walked on the street in a daze.

When he passed the bridge and saw the rippling river water below.

He jumped without hesitation.

……

Mr. G opened the door and saw Zhao Hun lying on the ground, unconscious in sleep. He dragged him out as if nothing had happened.

A monster that existed only in dreams was circling in the room, its form ethereal and swaying.

All you could see clearly was its pair of dark purple pupils, which stared at the people coming in with disdain, like a higher-dimensional creature.

Mr. G dragged the man out and closed the door.

The others quickly gathered around.

"Unfortunately, the contract failed." Mr. G announced the result.

The others sighed, "Is he okay?"

"If a contract fails, can it be signed again?"

"What are the negative consequences of a failed contract?"

"Should we take him to treatment?"

Mr. G took out a healing potion and gave Zhao Hun an injection on the neck.

"This potion can only help heal the backlash on his body. The mental damage is not so easy to heal."

"Unfortunately, the contract failed. Of course, we can't continue the contract."

Everyone was shocked.

If I can't make a contract, then I can't become a contract master, right?

How desperate will Zhao Hun be when he wakes up and learns the news?

They couldn't help but look sad, feeling grief for their companions.

Although there are many ordinary people in the Society of the Unorthodox, the Contract Masters are only a minority among them, but it is certain that only by becoming a Contract Master can one master powerful strength.

For Zhao Hun, who wanted to hold death in his hands, this was a bit cruel.

Was he going to have to watch his companions grow stronger one by one, leaving him far behind, while he could only watch their backs and become an ordinary clerk in the Deviant Society?

Although they would not abandon him, it was too cruel for him to watch his companions become stronger while he himself would never be qualified to become stronger.