On the bronze scroll, BlazeKing's name was prominently written.
Orson took a deep breath and looked at the Infinite Dimensions master-servant contract, speaking lightly, "I don't understand one thing."
"Master, please speak your mind!"
Immortal Slave switched to a croaky voice, and Ruby looked at her brother Money Traveler with a strange expression. "This eyeball monster sounds like xxx. Did it… maybe, lose something...?"
"How would I know? Should I ask Orson to take a closer look?" Bradley said with his usual cluelessness. Beside him, Sienna and Dancing Giant Boobs blushed and rolled their eyes.
Orson's forehead twitched, with three black lines appearing above it.
"I'm asking you a question. I don't understand why BlazeKing's name is still on this contract even though he's already dead."
"Is he… not dead?"
Blank suddenly felt a chill run through her body. The name BlazeKing was known to everyone in the Ten Overlords of the US.
BlazeKing was the ruler of Radiant Shuttle. Without him, the descendants of the Ten Overlords of the US wouldn't exist today.
Orson and Blank shared the same concern. Master-servant contracts typically disappear once one of the parties dies, but BlazeKing's name still radiated with an eerie energy.
It was hard not to suspect that the legendary ancestor might not be entirely gone.
"Hehehe… He's indeed not entirely dead. But that doesn't stop him from signing a contract with me," Immortal Slave chuckled eerily, his creepy voice sending shivers down everyone's spine.
"Explain yourself. You have five seconds," Orson said coldly, his gaze unwavering on Immortal Slave. It didn't matter to him that the slave disrespected his master; what concerned him was that BlazeKing had been a great benefactor to him, and he had every reason to settle this.
"Are you in a hurry?" Little Bean taunted.
"Damn it!" Orson's lips twitched. He almost wanted to slice this thing into pieces.
This eyeball monster had peered into his memories, and Immortal Slave didn't even realize that the words he was using were sarcastic in the eyes of Infinite Dimensions players.
Little Bean explained, "You can't imagine his power. He made the gods tremble, but unfortunately, he has become part of the Infinite Dimensions world."
"He is the embodiment of Heaven! The ultimate will of the gods!"
Suddenly, Little Bean paused, grinning maliciously. "Do you know about the eight pillars of the US Infinite Dimensions world?"
Orson was taken aback, but he forced himself to stay calm and nodded.
Little Bean smirked, "These pillars conceal a huge secret of the Infinite Dimensions world! If you get the chance, I suggest you go check it out."
Orson had teamed up with Crimson Lizard King to kill the Golden Dragon King and had been forced to take on the task of guarding the Golden Pillar. Initially, he was highly opposed to this task.
Partly because he didn't want to bow to the Holy Light Dragon King Tulikiki, and partly due to the punishment mechanism tied to the task, which involved Godslayer guild members.
But hearing Immortal Slave mention a huge secret, one likely related to BlazeKing, piqued his interest.
Orson looked at the Infinite Dimensions contract and asked, "Since his name is still on the contract, doesn't that mean signing a contract with you doesn't conflict with it?"
Little Bean: "Of course, each era has its own rules. The Era of Immortals is now a thing of the past."
Orson hesitated for a moment before signing his name in a flourish.
The master-servant contract took effect!
Orson remained vigilant toward the Heaven Demon, fearing that he might fall into some trick. But when he realized that with just a motion of his hand, this high-ranking Heaven Demon would instantly turn to dust, his anxiety subsided somewhat.
With a whoosh—
As the contract took effect, the ancient contract from the Era of Immortals crumbled. The golden light faded away, leaving only dust behind.
Orson watched the scene unfold, feeling a strange sense of melancholy. The traces left by that once-mighty figure from ten thousand years ago were slowly fading.
No matter how powerful he once was, in the end, he was just a loser.
What remained was nothing more than a legend known only by a few.
Orson checked the Soul Seal clue.
Super God-grade Soul Seal [Heavenly Spirit's Heart].
Task Two: Reach level 80, and go to the Tomb of the Immortals.
Task Details: Maximize your strength, as you will face a great challenge.
Task Penalty: Death.
A bitter smile crossed Orson's face. This task penalty was incredibly concise—just the word "death" was far more terrifying than any hidden task he had previously encountered.
He glanced at the bottom-right corner of the screen. The mini-map had switched to the US global map, and the task coordinate point was the exact location Immortal Slave's Little Bean had emerged from—the area north of the Skyreach Mountains!
"Come on, tell me, what are you plotting by latching onto me?" Orson's lips curled as he turned his attention to Immortal Slave. Based on his experience, high-level Heaven Demons were afraid of death, but they would never submit to humans so easily.
"I wouldn't dare…" Little Bean laughed creepily, a terrifying wail echoing in the air, making everyone's skin crawl.
"Are you taking me away from here?" Orson asked with narrowed eyes.
Little Bean responded, "Master, the only thing that can heal my wounds is this magic formation. If I leave here, I will fall into irreversible death in less than ten days."
"And what use are you to me?" Orson frowned. The only reason he took the risk to sign a contract with a Heaven Demon was for its ability to calculate the future and explore memories.
But if it couldn't leave this place, then it would all be meaningless.
"Hehehe… I'm useful, I'm useful. Just take me into the Infinite Dimensions world," Little Bean grinned, revealing its true intentions.
Orson glanced at K.D, who shook his head. "That's impossible. The psychic pressure it emits is too much for any electronic device to withstand, even specially made ones."
"No, no, my true body doesn't need to leave here. I just need to be brought into the Infinite Dimensions world!"
Suddenly, Little Bean raised its disgusting tentacle. The tentacle snapped, spewing out black blood.
A demonic insect shot out like a bullet, hitting the face of the young expert who had earlier threatened to kill Orson.
"No…" The expert, named Laketon, collapsed as the bug burrowed into his eye socket. He convulsed on the floor.
"Are you trying to get yourself killed?" Orson's expression turned cold.
Although this man had been rude, he didn't deserve to die. Orson raised the Supreme Arcane Blade, ready to strike.
Having seen the previous professor fall under control, Blank grabbed a rifle from one of the family members, ready to put the man out of his misery.
"Wait!" Orson called out.
"He won't die. I'm just making his consciousness reside in him. Once this is over, I'll return his body to him," Little Bean explained, its golden pupils dimming slightly. It was clear that this parasitic method was taxing its true form.
"Orson, do you want to destroy US Infinite Dimensions? Letting an enemy into the game will bring unpredictable consequences!" One of The Bruce Family members questioned, pointing their weapons at Orson.
The others followed suit, aiming their guns at him.
K.D stepped forward, sharply reprimanding them. "Stop! I believe Orson has his reasons for doing this."
Earlier, K.D had doubts about Orson, but after BlazeKing's name appeared on the bronze scroll, he immediately changed his mind.
If the Radiant Shuttle master from ten thousand years ago could control Heaven Demons, what couldn't the mortal god of this era do?
Blank's gaze flickered, and for a moment, she hesitated, then looked at Orson deeply. "I hope you don't betray our trust in you."
Orson nodded in response, casually saying, "I have his master-servant contract. I can erase him with a thought. Don't worry."
With that, Orson turned around, a grin spreading across his face as Little Bean whispered in his ear, "Master, I can help you break free from the gods' control over you!"