Chapter 1240: Things Shouldn’t Go Wrong, Right? (2)

Chapter 1240 -557: Things Shouldn’t Go Wrong, Right? (2)

After all, although her name is not widely known, it is not completely secret either. There are always some ancient scrolls circulating in specific circles that may contain fragments related to her.

Or perhaps, some clumsy summoner mispronounced an incantation syllable and accidentally connected to her.

But no matter what the situation, it can only be said that the other party is really unlucky.

However, whether the person is unlucky or not, for Sammi, a new doomed mortal collaborator is exactly what she needs right now.

As long as she has a new collaborator, she can continue to exchange resources from the Mortal Realm, which are relatively easy to obtain there but extremely rare or expensive in Hell, to further enhance her own improvement.

Although her luck has always been bad, lacking various resources, and the more she lacks, the less she can buy them.

But over the years, she has stumbled and struggled to slowly reach the Legendary Peak.

These few short words seem simple, but the process is actually filled with blood, sweat, and tears.

While others advance through accumulation and enlightenment, her advancement is more like a race against the world’s malice, relying on her survival abilities and scraping together resources amidst countless inexplicable failures and near-death escapes, to reach this level.

At this moment, she is just a step away from Epic.

That thin barrier seems easily breakable, yet it feels like an insurmountable chasm, requiring not only massive energy and precious materials but also a hint of… opportunity, or rather, a bit of normal, uninterrupted luck.

But the thing she lacks most is luck…

No matter what, as long as Sammi steps into Epic, she can completely protect herself.

As long as no Divine Power appears, Epic is the strongest.

By that time, she can take a good rest, right?

This is not Sammi daydreaming but a conclusion drawn after analyzing her own patterns.

After reaching Legendary, although the quality of enemies has increased, the frequency of bad luck compared to when she was weaker has greatly decreased.

To achieve this goal, no amount of caution is too much for Sammi.

Because of this reason, even though benefits are right in front of her, Sammi did not respond to the summoning immediately.

She is very vigilant.

Because being “lucky”… is inherently wrong for her.

Ever since she was born, her luck has been consistently bad.

No, not just bad, but terrifyingly poor.

All sorts of disasters, tragic events unimaginable to others, she has encountered them all.

She needs to be even more cautious!

So, Sammi carefully mobilized a sliver of weak Spiritual Power, tracing the summoning connection, extremely slowly and stealthily probing the summoner’s aura, and suddenly widened her eyes.

“This aura is… Legendary? It’s Legendary!”

This investigative result did not scare Sammi; instead, it made her, who expects the worst-case scenario as a daily routine, breathe a sigh of relief.

“Good, good, as long as it’s not Epic, phew…”

Although Legendary is also not easy to deal with, it’s certainly better than Epic, isn’t it?

After initially determining the summoner’s strength, Sammi began analyzing the identity of the caller.

What kind of person would actively summon a Demon?

Generally, there are only three types of people.

The first type is the weak mortals.

These people generally have sinister thoughts but lack the strength themselves, needing the help of Demons to fulfill their wishes.

Most of these people are evil schemers or desperate individuals driven to the brink, easily falling into the trap of Demons, eventually sacrificing everything unknowingly.

Weak mortals only desire Demons, but always fail to see the price they have to pay.

The second type is the self-assured strong ones.

Some Epic Strongmen attempt to enslave Demons summoned from Hell, relying on their strength to forcibly sign unequal contracts, making them serve as scouts, henchmen, or research materials.

That guy called Finn tried it too, and then very unluckily got retaliated against, eventually giving up the idea—serves him right!

These people see the cost, but are unwilling to pay, only thinking about exploiting without compensation.

And the third type is the people often mentioned in stories as those “who make deals with Demons.”

These people are not weaklings, they have enough strength to protect themselves, avoiding being conned to death, but unable to suppress the Demons, forcing both sides to abide by the contract.

Such people are mostly casters at the Legendary level. They like to summon a Demon to act as a connector with the Abyss Plane, acquiring some rare knowledge, completing certain rituals that require Hell’s attributes, or simply conducting some information trade.

They know the cost of summoning Demons, and they can afford it, capable of paying, not easy to turn face, very good collaborators.

For Sammi, collaborators at the Legendary Level are the best.

Mortals are too weak, unable to procure the materials she needs, even if manipulated it’s useless.

Epic ones are too strong, always having wicked intentions toward her, which can result in creating an enemy if things go wrong.

Legendary ones are just right.

Sammi pondered for a while, then downed the remaining Magma Blood Wine in the cup, the scalding liquid seemingly injecting a thread of false courage into her cold limbs, finally making up her mind:

“Hmm, it should be worth checking out. Even if there’s an issue, I should be able to escape, right.”

As the greatest unlucky protagonist for many years, she has never feared problems, because whether or not she fears them, problems will occur.

Unexpected occurrences are the norm in life.

Life rarely goes smoothly, nine times out of ten…

Everything is just minor ups and profound downs…

And as a hapless who survived this bloody and tear-filled life, Sammi’s best skill is running away and self-preservation.

Faced with difficulty, what must you do first?

Run.

If you can escape, then it’s not a big problem.

If really can’t escape, then brace to endure.

In short, just don’t die.

Death is the end of everything, and for someone tormented by Misfortune like her, in some sense, it would even be a relief, but she happens to have an extremely tenacious Life Force, as if even the Death God is not too willing to accept this troublesome soul.

Living without satisfaction, yet never able to die… Sammi doesn’t want to die either.

If most Demons exhibit a high and mighty aristocratic demeanor, despising humiliating preparations, sometimes willing to die for the pride of their family.

Then Sammi is the Alien Species among them.

She’s a practical commoner.

She doesn’t have an illustrious family to maintain, no so-called “Demon glory” to defend.

Her only goal is to survive, by any means possible, until… until the day she can no longer run.

Or until she grows strong enough not to need to run.

Who cares about pride and dignity?

Surviving first gives you the qualification to talk about how to live.

Sammi has been unlucky so many times in her life, she wouldn’t be careless over that little bit of meaningless dignity.

Low-key, hidden, not attracting attention is the survival way for this unlucky one.

Thus, after making the decision to respond, she shook off the drunken lethargy and began earnestly preparing various arrangements.

Only after preparation is complete and everything is ready did she respond to the summoning.

Due to caution, she did not descend her true form to the Mortal Realm, but only sent a sliver of soul.

This is the standard operation when dealing with unfamiliar summoners. Losing a sliver of soul may cause intense headaches and temporary strength drop, but it’s much better than the body being imprisoned, enslaved, or destroyed.

She carefully controlled the intensity of the soul projection, ensuring it wasn’t too weak to communicate clearly, nor too strong to arouse unnecessary wariness or greed.

When Sammi’s consciousness successfully gathered on the ritual altar and her soul avatar emerged, she slightly relaxed.

The summoning array is extremely accurate, clearly the caster is not a novice and should be very skilled at arranging such summoning rituals.

Everything went smoothly, and there was no interference, it seems the other side understands the rules and didn’t show malice right away.

No chains binding the soul, no oppressive barrier; the array’s structure is relatively equal for communication, rather than forced binding.

Hardly so smooth, there shouldn’t be unexpected occurrences later, right?

Next, let’s see what the other side will demand… Huh?

“This is…”

Sammi murmured to herself in a peculiar manner, sensing an ominous feeling.

“Another Demon’s aura?”