Reincarnated With A Glitched System: Why Is My MP Not Running Out?

117 Forming A Contract With A Demon

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We said the magic words at the same time as I decided to make this demon I just met into my familiar.

Yes, it was reckless, unrealistic, immature, and even childish. However, I was a person that liked to take any opportunities I could get and not let them go!

I’m an incredibly opportunistic girl after all. So, I decided to take this opportunity and get myself an amazing new familiar in the form of this peculiar shapeshifting demon, Furoh.

As we said the magic words together, our souls suddenly surged from our bodies like shiny yellow threads. Well, mine were like that, while Furoh’s soul was black, pitch black. Was this a thing that all demons had? I suppose the color of one’s soul depended greatly on their race.

I also quickly realized Furoh was quite weak. His body was at most at Tier 2 in strength. Though, he barely had a Tier 1 Magic Circle inside his soul. From the looks of it, he seems to be bad at using magic and better at just using his unnaturally stretchy body to fight.

This weakness he had made it easy for me to make the contract. Although it’s totally possible to make contracts with stronger beings than myself, such as Ignatius’ soul, this guy was easy to turn into my friend.

Our soul threads interconnected and made a very tight knot. This was the sign that the contract of familiar and master was done.

The moment we did this, however, I felt the same feeling I did when I had made contracts with Naturia or Ignatius. I felt all their emotions rushing into me, and even saw part of who they truly were.

.....

I remember that with Naturia, she was very pure and lacked experience in life, so her emotions were pure, innocent, and soothing like a cold breeze.

Ignatius was way different. He was already old and had many convictions and thoughts. He felt like an immense downpour of flames burning through all of my soul, trying to even consume me, but I had easily shrugged that off.

And then, Furoh... was quite peculia. I felt a small amount of darkness entering my very soul. It was like a poison, seeping deep while slowly expanding. However, instead of intending to damage, it seemed that this wasn’t really its intention, but due to its nature, it couldn’t stop itself even if it wanted to. I felt sadness, sorrow, shyness, and a lot of insecurities, which Ignatius nor Naturia had.

I even heard his cries, his thoughts, and saw glimpses of his past.

“I’m scared... what will I do now?”

“Sylphy is so gentle... does she really intend to become friends with such an abomination as me?”

“I don’t deserve her, she’s so pure... is she pitying me?”

“I wish I could have escaped... it would have been better to die in a ditch than become her familiar and embarrass her later on... I will only end up bringing her misfortune...”

“Why is she so dedicated to speak with demons?”

“Is she... different than other people?”

His thoughts were pure, and I could see all his insecurities within them, all the things he wasn’t sure, and the many fears he had deep within his heart.

Despite his appearance and even the color of his soul, I could notice that his mind wasn’t malicious. He was just misunderstood.

Soon after that, I saw images rushing through my mind.

I saw a dark place, the back streets of an old and ruined city where many beings of many shapes and sizes walked around.

Were these demons?

Then, I saw a fleshy little pink-colored worm.

It had a few eyes around its body and a malformed spiraling jaw, with tentacles which it used to crawl around the nasty slums and the trash lying around.

“So hungry... so hungry...”

I heard his little cry for help. He was very hungry.

He crawled around and came across some people he saw carrying a large pig they had hunted, a wild boar.

The humanoid demons looked at him as he grabbed their boot.

“Pweease... some food...”

“Eh? What’s this thing?”

“A bug?”

“No, it’s talking! Wait, is this a demon?!”

“So disgusting!”

CRASH!

“Aggh...!”

A massive feet crushed his body several times, breaking him apart.

The horrendous pain of having his entire body crushed reached me as well, feeling his pain.

His little eyes cried rivers of sorrow and agony as he was left half-dead over the ground.

“Gryyyegggh...”

He groaned in agony, somehow moving in the floor, crawling around.

He ended up lurking into the nasty trash, the place he didn’t wanted to touch because eating such things gave him stomachaches.

He then began eating putrid things, bitter, disgusting. He didn’t want to eat it, but he couldn’t eat anything else. After all, there was nobody that was going to come and save him.

There was nobody for him...

I saw him surviving through the years as he slowly adapted to live alone and without anyone for him.

Surviving while eating trash, his body ultimately ended up adapting his stomach to consume even the foulest of foods without discrimination.

Many times, he had tried asking for help. In fact, he had even gone to an orphanage. However, they threw him away. To them, he was like a monster, and was being treated worse than a rat.

His body had been beaten up and regenerated so much that after eating a lot of trash, he ended up growing even more hideous looking than he would have originally looked like.

Eventually, he grew big enough that the other demons couldn’t recognize him as a monster anymore, covering himself with a lot of clothes. With that, he walked around the other demons and looked for a job, but he couldn’t really get anything at all due to how horrid he was.

Until the Demon King emerged and gave him hope.

“Join the army of the Demon King and you’ll be paid 10 gold coins upfront! Every human you kill is an additional coin!”

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