Mooneclipse City, Contract Lawyer School

A group of young people stood in the prayer hall, their hearts brimming with excitement, yet their faces remained tense and composed. None of them dared to utter a word.

Their eyes were fixed on the statue of the God of Knowledge and Truth. Yet, their true focus was on the apostle standing beneath the divine statue.

The future God of Text and Contracts, Sukob.

Sukob addressed the first batch of young Snake People, who were about to become Contract Lawyer apprentices and begin their study of extraordinary knowledge.

“Laws are just words, and words alone hold no power.”

“But it is people who give them strength.”

“When there are those who protect them, and those who believe in them, that is when they truly matter.”

He spoke to this group of juniors who were about to step onto the path of the extraordinary, seeing them as a testament to his own journey toward godhood and the purpose behind his desire to become a deity.

“Contract Lawyers and judges are the ones who uphold laws and contracts. In this world, they embody the very essence of law and contract.”

“Contracts and laws are not merely tools. They are your strength and your purpose.”

“If you turn your back on that strength and purpose, you forsake everything you stand for.”

“I urge you to always remember this.”

With unwavering determination, the students made solemn oaths before the divine statue and Sukob. Then, Sukob summoned his Book of the Witch Spirit.

At that moment, the shadow of the Door of Truth appeared faintly behind him, merging effortlessly with the divine presence that filled the hall.

All the students lifted their heads, witnessing such a scene for the first time as the divine will revealed itself, leaving a lasting impression.

The majesty of the divine etched itself deeply into their hearts.

A surge of power coursed through the students’ bodies, awakening the Mythical Blood within them and embedding the seed of text contracts deep within them.

Once they gained mastery over this power and absorbed the extraordinary knowledge and principles, they would unlock the ability to summon the Book of the Witch Spirit.

Only then would they truly become Contract Lawyers.

Sukob closed his Book of the Witch Spirit. The shadow behind him disappeared in an instant.

“We thank the divine for this gift.”

Overwhelmed with excitement, the students realized they had leaped from being ordinary individuals to possessing extraordinary power, a feeling beyond the comprehension or imagination of common people.

Sukob watched them with satisfaction, for he knew this school would allow him to shape these newly awakened juniors and spread his path across the entire world.

His eyes held a sense of anticipation as he looked forward to the growth of these students and the possibilities that lay ahead.

“First the Royal Court of Ten Thousand Serpents,” he thought, “then Suinhor, the Land of Sunrise.”

“Not only the nations of this era, but all nations of the next era as well.”

“Every nation requires laws, and it is only natural that they require individuals to uphold them.”

He seemed to see countless Contract Lawyers stepping out from this place, heading toward faraway lands with their legal codes in hand.

The students remained in the prayer hall to connect with the extraordinary power they had just awakened, using the moment to also show their devotion and faith to the divine.

Sukob, however, stepped outside, sensing something unusual.

He walked to the entrance of the Contract Lawyer School and noticed a figure standing by the roadside.

The figure stood out from everyone else, not just in the school but in the entire city.

He did not resemble the Snake People. Instead, he had the appearance of a God’s Form.

Despite his striking presence, he stood openly on the main road, yet no one seemed to find anything unusual about him.

He wore a divine woven robe, a gift from the Demon Spirits, with a small silver flower pinned to his chest. His youthful appearance added to the mystery.

As Sukob approached, the figure immediately turned around.

“Apostle Sukob.”

The visitor observed the newly established school and the large crowd receiving an education within, giving a thoughtful nod of admiration.

“I did not anticipate encountering such an extensive school in this place.”

“It is remarkable that it even permits ordinary individuals to enroll and pursue their studies.”

The visitor offered a smile that felt approachable, yet not overly familiar.

“It appears the alchemy academies of the White Tower Alchemy Alliance ought to reconsider their restrictions and grant more individuals the chance to access knowledge.”

The White Tower Alchemy Alliance’s alchemy academies primarily accepted students with Ability User qualifications. Occasionally, they allowed craftsmen to join as assistants in experiments or as employees, but their focus remained on educating Ability Users.

In contrast, the Contract Lawyer School emphasized training ordinary people to study laws and contract provisions. Ability Users were actually in the minority.

Sukob immediately recognized the visitor and spoke his name and identity.

“The founder of the White Tower Alchemy Alliance, the Puppet Alchemist Oran.”

Sukob was surprised to see the apostle here, unable to comprehend why someone of such stature would journey so far. Nevertheless, he began to introduce the Contract Lawyer School he had founded.

“It was observing the transformations brought about by the alchemy academy you established that gave me the idea for this school.”

“I recall you once stated that academies and legacies are the cornerstones of a civilization and that children and students represent the true future of a nation.”

“I found that perspective profoundly insightful.”

Oran responded with measured politeness. “If it is agreeable to you, I would be honored to welcome you as a guest at the White Tower Alchemy Alliance.”

At this juncture, Oran subtly redirected the conversation.

“The scrolls you have developed are truly remarkable. They have garnered such immense popularity within the White Tower Alchemy Alliance that even I find them challenging to acquire.”

“This is an innovation that transcends its time. I am confident that it will influence countless individuals and nations in the years to come.”

Sukob readily agreed to offer some as a gift. After they exchanged polite words of admiration, he extended an invitation for Oran to visit the school.

Oran conveyed his intentions to Sukob with measured words.

He asked, “My God has informed me that if I am to progress further, I must immerse myself in this world to find answers. It seems this is the most likely place to find them. Would you not agree?”

Oran was already an apostle and a Reincarnator. Advancing further was something Sukob could naturally understand.

Oran looked at Sukob with a serious expression and spoke with equal gravity.

“Why would the enigmatic hermit of the wilderness leave his solitude to enter this nation and establish such a school?”

“I find myself quite intrigued.”

Oran understood that this school was connected to the secret of Sukob’s path to becoming a deity. He realized that the newly emerging Ability User profession known as Contract Lawyer held something remarkable, but he chose not to ask directly.

“I have heard that followers of the God of Knowledge and Truth believe in the principle of equivalent exchange. I am prepared to offer something in return for the answer.”

Sukob said to Oran, “In this world, the idea of equivalence is an illusion.”

“Standards are created by people, and there will always be things that fall outside those standards.”

“What holds no value to one person might be something another would not trade for an entire gold mine.”

Oran knew he could never uncover the true secret behind Sukob’s method of becoming a god. Such knowledge was deeply tied to the essence of one’s being and was not something easily shared.

However, Sukob still offered Oran guidance, explaining some of his principles by using his decision to leave the wilderness as an example.

“As for the reason I departed from the wilderness, it is because I discovered my path. I aspire to be the one who bestows power upon contracts and laws.”

Oran suddenly experienced a moment of clarity as his thoughts aligned with the insights he had gathered during his journey.

If Sukob sought to empower contracts and laws, Oran’s ambition was to use Tower Spirits to reshape alchemists and, in doing so, reshape the entire world.

Yet, one question still lingered in his mind. How had Sukob managed to intertwine his principles, his path, with his own power and reincarnation?

This was the most critical piece of the puzzle.

Sukob, however, did not directly address Oran’s question. Instead, he spoke with a calm and measured tone.

“There are several places you may wish to visit. You might uncover the answers you seek in those places.”

“You could begin with the Contract Guild, where numerous text contracts are signed each day. It is a place where the essence of my teachings is put into practice.”

“This afternoon, Mooneclipse City’s public trial court will hold several trials. Many individuals who have committed crimes will face judgment there, and the judge presiding over the cases is one of my students, Long.”

These were things Sukob displayed openly to the public. If Oran was willing to search, he would naturally uncover them, so they were not truly hidden.

This guidance from Sukob, however, undoubtedly saved Oran a significant amount of time and effort.

Oran expressed his gratitude. “I am grateful for your assistance.”

Sukob responded, “I must admit, I have my own reasons. I hope that after you have observed these matters, Master Oran, you will form some thoughts of your own.”

As Sukob spoke, there was a subtle undertone to his words.

“Perhaps in the future, the White Tower Alchemy Alliance will find itself in need of Contract Lawyers and judges. After all, every nation requires laws, and the people of every nation must have the means to formalize agreements.”

Oran did not make any promises. He simply stated that he would observe carefully.

As they were about to part ways, Oran noticed a child standing at the entrance, peeking inside with curiosity.

At first, Oran paid little attention, but as his gaze passed over the child, he quickly looked back, fixing his eyes on the figure.

“Who is he?”

Oran sensed something unusual about the child.

Despite the child’s small and unassuming appearance, Oran could feel an immensely powerful force emanating from him, possibly surpassing Third-Rank.

It was rare for even naturally extraordinary beings to possess such strength at such a young age. However, Oran could not determine just by looking that the child was a Reincarnator.

The child was none other than the Feathered Serpent.

At this moment, he had not yet recovered his memories. However, his personality had already begun to resemble that of the Feathered Serpent of the past. He struggled to communicate with others.

When he noticed Oran’s attention, he quickly turned and ran away.

Sukob looked at the visitor and said, “A fellow who does not know whether he is lucky or unlucky.”

He paused, reflecting on Oran’s unique history and his remarkable connection with the Demon Spirit race.

“The God of Demon Spirits once extended aid to him. If you wish to learn more, you should seek answers from that great deity directly.”

Oran was initially taken aback, but he quickly grasped the situation.

An existence tied to the God of Demon Spirits could not possibly be such a small child who could barely speak. There was only one explanation.

“This must be an ancient method Reincarnator,” he concluded.

From the child’s appearance, it was evident that the most ancient form of reincarnation had been used.

Oran left the Contract Lawyer School and headed straight to a Contract Guild.

As they stood before the guild, Gamel, who had been quiet the entire time, suddenly broke his silence.

“Master Oran, what are Contract Lawyers and judges, exactly? Are they simply people who uphold laws and sign contract documents?”

“Is this not something ordinary people can do?”

“Even nobles in various places take on these roles alongside their other duties.”

“Does this kind of work truly require Ability Users?”

In the past, including in the current Thunderlake Kingdom, nobles held the authority to create and interpret laws. Within their territories, any contract required their approval and notarization to be valid.

This historical context shaped Gamel’s perspective, so he could not fully grasp the kind of system Sukob had established.

He came from the Thunderlake Kingdom, and his perspective was naturally limited.

However, this journey was bound to expand his understanding completely.

He had witnessed gods and humans, as well as the remnants of ancient civilizations. Now, he was about to experience the advanced civilization of this era.

Oran, however, observed the building with a serious expression. He focused on the merchants and nobles lining up to wait, and it seemed he noticed something out of the ordinary.