Calm down! Think! Think about what Fang Yuan would do in my situation? What would be his strategy? I calmed myself by thinking that.
Suddenly, I got an idea to backstab this guy when he least expected it.
Then the Tzeentch's blessed float toward me and said in gibberish, "@&$;$*¥÷&*$$¥×●■•[[~\"
I stared at his face for a moment and replied, "I am sorry! What?" He just coughed to cover his embarrassment and said, "I wanted to say damn whoever created you must have taken his time."
Well, when I came to this universe, I had a bucket list to do things, but being catcalled by Tzeentch's daemon was not one of them.
'What the hell, dude! You are from the Nerd faction, not from purple whore's faction.' I screamed inside, but on the surface, my expression was serene.
Because there is nothing in this world that can stir the heart of this demon.
I put my hand on the figure's shoulder and said, "While I am flattered by your compliment, I am very sorry to inform you that I do not swing that way, ma boy. If you want some meat, then there is a purple realm right over there."
I pointed toward Slaneesh's realm. The daemon once again showed a flustered expression, then Tzeentch's blessed hurriedly said, "No! No! I am saying you are a perfect material for an experiment that I am working on."
Then it dawned on me that it was evaluating me as a lab rat; well, that took a turn for the worse.
Now I have to be really careful about what I am about to do next, otherwise I am marinated, boiled, and cooked if I take the wrong step.
I reluctantly said, "Thank you for saving my life from the daemon. But I am sorry I can't let you run experiments on me."
The eyes of that wretched monster hardened, "And why not?" He asked with a chuckle.
"I have an old, sick mother to take care of, and also my wife is blind, she can't take care of the children, I had twins this year, so please let me leave," I said with the most pathetic expression if I were drowning in depression.
The expression on the wizard's face changed; he was crying, and I was flabbergasted.
'Dude! How did he get recruited into Tzeentch's gang?' I asked internally.
My initial plan was to distract him and let my soldiers sneak up on him, and we would gang up on him. Like a proper CHOPPA'
My plan B was to lure it to Khorne's realm, initiate a free-for-all, and sneak out.
My plan C fuck it all, confront it head on, but this changes everything.
"I can let you experiment on me. But on one condition." I said with teary eyes.
He asked eagerly, "What condition?"
"You have to sign a contract between me and you," I said
He was overjoyed, and suddenly he started searching through his pouch for the contract.
So he and I signed the contracts. The contents were that he can experiment on me, but they will not endanger my life.
There was also a condition that I would leave after 9 days to check on my mother and my blind wife.
There was a third condition of friendship: both parties had to be truthful to each other, because in the future, we would be homies.
There was a fourth condition that we cannot attack each other while we are in a held contract with each other.
The last condition was that if both parties willed, the contract could be nullified.
I was paranoid that if this motherfucker was truly acting dumb, then I was more fried than KFC's chicken.
But the daemon was overjoyed that he got a friend, and he got to experiment on me.
You know the Tzeentch cultist have a common weakness in pursuit of knowledge and secrets, they become so narrow-minded that they get screwed by their fellows who have somewhat broader mindsets.
And clearly, this one is not the one with a broader mindset.
First, I signed the contract. When he signed the contract, I gave him the brightest smile that I ever had.
At this daemon's grotesque expression also brightened as if we were both excited for the experiment.
I hugged him with the sideways while smiling, "It is exciting, isn't it, to do experiments together to unravel the knowledge of this universe with friends."
He replied with a smile like a child who got candy as a gift, "Yes! My friend."
Then I ask with a smile, "Now, homie, tell me your true name."
He replied with a grin on his face, "My true name is ■●■●■"
Then his grin dissolved into terror, and I said, "So ■●■●■ we have a lot to talk about."
Afterwards, I ordered him to nullify the contract, after which I ordered my sunshines, "Boys! Tie him up."
Subsequently, we tied the common warp daemon too.
I grabbed a sword from my soldier with a scabbard on, and then I released the grievances I had on these unlucky souls.
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