Self-Summon [Demon Summoning/Evolution litRPG] Chapter 67: [1.67] Invasive (Part 1)

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“Gelic, can you hear me? We could really use your help?” Angelica rubbed her eyes as she sat upright in her bed, woken from her comatose like sleep. “Ngh, who’s this?” she mumbled into her head, too delirious to recognize the voice. “This is Vystal with the Zenmoon Sect. You helped us before on a hunt. Listen, we’re heading into danger and could use as much backup as we can get. I can take on one more Demon. Are you willing to help us?” Danger… Angelica ruminated on the word for a moment. Just when everything was going so well, now there was apparently something perilous enough that it had to actually be labelled as danger. Their last hunt hadn’t been “danger,” more akin to busywork. So it definitely sounded more serious. “Malignants again?” “Yes. So many.” By the tone of her voice, it really sounded like a scale that couldn’t be compared to her last hunt. But… that could be good. Since the city was often short on Malignants, this could be a good time to grind. Really, she only needed three measly Essence for Auto-Color. More would never hurt, though. This could be one last shebang before she holed herself up and worked on nothing but commissions, covers, and Merlina’s Boutique for like a week straight. And hopefully it could provide good progress to the next Skill on her lifeplan, which was currently Identity Fraud. Though a case could also be made for Seeking Projectile. She’d been flipflopping back and forth between the two of them. One would drastically improve her fighting capability, and the other would completely overhaul her life outside of Demon duties, able to at least pretend to be a human once more, maybe even finally get to experience what it meant to be Merlina the Summoner. Either way, both were so expensive that they’d come after Evolution. Since it was drawing close, she couldn’t help but get a little excited by the prospect. How much would she change by becoming a Hellion? Would she still be cute? Get new powers? Racial bonuses were a given, right? Hopefully this big Malignant hunt would get her closer. Though it probably wouldn’t happen that day since improving her Demon Rank was getting so expensive with each passing level. “Alright, I’m in.” [Something about binding, being bound, bind resisting] Gelic had been expecting a DGS message along those lines, but one never came. Nor was there a Summoning Circle at her feet. Apparently, since she was trusted and had been called directly, such measures weren’t needed. Vystal greeted her with a stern face. They were in a parking garage, assumedly on the Zenmoon estate, standing next to Rastille’s truck. Though the big man was nowhere to be found. “Okay, since we’re in a rush, let’s make the Contract a quick and simple one. Help us defeat these Malignants and we’ll see you paid well, both in money and Essence, as much as we can give you. Unfortunately, I can’t give you an exact number right now, since I don’t know what I’d be authorized to offer, but I can promise it will be an amount you’re happy with, even if it needs to come out of my own expenses. However, if things go well, this will be rather lucrative for the Sect, and their coffers should be bursting and generous.” “Err, sure, okay.” Gelic was slightly confused, and had an inkling that she should hesitate. But they’d worked so well before that she should trust them, right?” [Contract Accepted without resistance | Current Contract: Assist in defeating all Malignants in the designated area | Reward: To be negotiated] [Note: the Demon Growth System will not prevent this course of action. However, it will place it on the record that you are a fool. All Contracts should be negotiated in their entirety before any action is taken] Great, that was reassuring… “Hey, Impy, help me load this up.” Sperado called her back to the rear of the truck and was requesting assistance hoisting a big metal box onto the bed. “Guh, it’s so heavy,” she complained, struggling to hoist the hefty trunk above her head. “What’s in it, more