But killing Adrian wasn’t as easy as the evil spirit hoped. Adrian had his confidence as his strength was no joke. If the spirit wanted him dead, Adrian wouldn’t make it easy.

Beside him, Tyron was tense, his anxiety clear as he worried for Adrian’s safety. If something happened to Adrian, they’d all be in serious danger. They might even lose their lives here.

The evil spirit sneered. “Don’t struggle, kid. Surrender now and I might spare your life. But those two beside you? They’ll become my food, and you’ll serve as my slave. It’s your only chance to avoid death. What do you say?”

There was a begrudging admiration in the spirit's tone. It wasn’t every day you encountered a genius like Adrian.

But Adrian’s expression remained cold, unmoved by the offer. “I’ve got a better idea,” he said slowly, catching the spirit's attention.

“Oh? Do share,” the spirit replied, intrigued.

Adrian smirked. “How about you become my slave instead? That way, everything’s settled.”

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