Intelligence hasn’t changed, but strength has become (Strength 180 (×10)), and the new additions—Holy Light Bullet, Holy Flame, and Holy Power Shield—all have clear origins. But that 32 after mental power really baffles me.

Thinking back to my battle with Eleanor Night, I suddenly had a thought. Even bullets couldn’t hurt Eleanor Night, so why was my finger able to injure her? Even if the wound wasn’t very serious? “Could it be that, in a moment of crisis, my potential erupted? That I could boost my mental power to strike Eleanor Night? Do I even have that kind of potential?”

Three questions in a row, and I knew I couldn’t figure it out myself, so of course I had to ask Julia. But Julia leaned over, looked closely at the information in my Book of Demons, and said with a grin, “Looks like you have a high mental power bloodline! Your ancestors must have had some very special experiences for this kind of mutation to appear in battle. In my more than ten thousand years as a commentator, I’ve only seen three people who could increase their power during a fight.”

“I’m definitely a pure human!”

“Maybe not so pure!”

After a few rounds of arguing, I immediately admitted defeat. Honestly, I really don’t know much about my ancestors. My knowledge of my bloodline only goes back as far as my grandfather’s generation.

“My current mental power lets me fire three Holy Light Bullets, two seconds of Holy Flame, and half a second of Holy Power Shield. But what kind of place is this Devil’s Island, anyway? Why are there all these strange things!”

“Holy Light Bullet! Holy Flame, Holy Power Shield… Right now, I just want to go home, not go on an adventure in this weird world.”

I shouted at the top of my lungs, but before I could finish venting, Julia dragged me into the hotel. This hotel was even bigger than I’d imagined. In the lobby, the “people” coming and going all looked bizarre—over seventy percent of the creatures weren’t even human. Even the few who looked human had fierce eyes and seemed extremely dangerous.

When I saw that Julia had, at some point, changed into a front desk clerk’s uniform and was making a funny face at me, I instantly felt weak all over and shouted, “Julia, tell me how I can get back. I don’t want to stay here another second!”

“If you want to go back, it’s easy! Just find a Wish Fruit and swallow it, and you can return to the real world.”

“Swallow a Wish Fruit to go back! Then how do I get one?”

Julia shrugged nonchalantly and replied, “You can steal or buy one, whatever you want! After all, this is a lawless world—any method works.”

This kind of answer was basically useless, and it made me really angry, but there was nothing I could do about Julia. Thinking of that special police officer named Benjamin Ford, and the thing he stuffed into my mouth, I suddenly had another question: “Did I come here because I swallowed a Wish Fruit too?”

“That’s right!” Julia answered very straightforwardly. But that brought up a new question for me: “Then why would anyone want to come to such a dangerous place as Devil’s Island?”

“Everyone has their own reasons for coming to Devil’s Island. This demon lady doesn’t have the answer. But most people come here to get something they can’t get outside. For example—eternal life! If you don’t have a better idea, you might as well live here for a while. I’m willing to be your guide. Without power, you won’t survive a step on Devil’s Island. I can provide bodyguard services and teach you how to master power. In return, I’ll take half of whatever you gain in the future as payment.”

Chapter 7: Flying Sand and Rolling Stones

A very handsome man walked past me and answered my question. “If you’re willing, just sign this contract.” I opened the Book of Demons, and sure enough, under the demon contract section, there was a very simple contract, already signed with the name Clara Sutton.

“Temporary Bodyguard Contract: Party A provides indefinite bodyguard service; Party B will give half of everything gained during the contract period to Party A. Signed, Party A: Clara Sutton, Party B—”

“With this bodyguard contract… Having an extra bodyguard and coach, half of everything I get in the future will go to this Clara Sutton person. That seems fair, right? After all, if I’m dead, nothing else matters.”

Just as I was about to sign my name, I suddenly thought of a question. “If I’m in danger and you don’t protect me, what happens?”

Clara Sutton shrugged and said with a smile, “Then you’ll die. But you should trust my abilities—there’s nothing on Devil’s Island I can’t handle. Stick with me and you’ll soon have great power.”

“Hmph, you’re trying to trick another newbie again.”

A familiar voice sounded behind me. I turned around and saw the beautiful girl with the long knife in her hand. This time, she was dressed casually—tennis shoes, stretch jeans, a white shirt—perfectly outlining her graceful figure. A wave of youthful energy washed over me.

Even though she still had that icy demeanor, this ice-cold beauty gave me a much better feeling than the ever-smiling Clara Sutton.

“Oh, Harriet Turner Miss, are you here to steal my business again? Protecting newbies is my mission as the embodiment of justice—how can you say I’m a liar?”