Chapter 287 - 228: How Many Steps to Whitewash a Devil (Part 3)

Chapter 287: Chapter 228: How Many Steps to Whitewash a Devil (Part 3)

"Like the gladiatorial arenas of the past?"

"Right, something like that. But besides straightforward fighting, we could also do a version with a plot."

"A plot?"

Asmodis had never considered that a fight could have a plot.

"Yes. On paper, it’s still a competition. The fighting is real—Devils can’t be killed anyway. In the ring, you fight however you can to grab the most attention. The difference is that every competing Devil gets a script. Some are villains, some are heroes, and some are underdogs."

"Treating a fight like a Shadow of Evil?"

"That’s the idea, but you can watch it live. It’ll be absolutely adrenaline-pumping. And besides the fighting, there needs to be enough trashy drama between the contestants offstage," Zog said, getting excited.

He had already thought of a name: Feilin Wrestling Entertainment.

It was perfect. High Tier Devils could both fight and act; they had both traits needed for this project.

"And ’trashy drama’?"

"Er... it’s basically when the script sets up rivalries between certain people. Maybe they were originally friends, family, or a married couple who have a falling out. There could be secret alliances for personal gain, or they could get ’accidentally’ filmed talking trash behind someone’s back. Basically, you bring the drama. They don’t just act out the script in the ring, but in their ’real lives’ too, to give the audience a completely immersive experience."

Asmodis stroked his chin. He felt like this was a job Devils could do.

"Will people like villains?"

"You can look it up online. Trust me, villains never lack for fans. In some works, the villains are way more popular than the protagonists."

Zog thought that something like *Silence of the Lambs* would be perfect for Devils. They could find a Devil with the right charisma to play Hannibal.

For that role, charisma was more important than physical appearance.

’Time to teach the audience on the Feilin Continent a thing or two.’

"The only thing to be careful about is that they should be cunning, but they also have to keep their promises. That’s what makes a villain charming. You should probably stop the whole ’digging pits in Contracts to trick people into servitude in Hell’ thing."

"That’s easy. Hell isn’t that short on labor right now, and people who sell their souls are useless on the battlefield anyway."

Asmodis agreed.

"This will be a long-term plan involving many productions."

"Name your price."

"Five mines per production."

"Hell doesn’t have any valuable mines left."

"Just those black oil mines, and any of the other miscellaneous small ones will do."

Asmodis smiled.

Zog asked, "So, we have a deal?"

"No!"

"Why?"

"Five is not acceptable."

"But those mines are useless to you!"

Asmodis shook his head. "I may not know what use those mines have, but you do. If I ask you, you certainly won’t tell me the truth. But I can guarantee they’re very important to you, which means five mines per production is definitely not a fair price."

"You don’t trust me at all."

"That’s right," Asmodis replied without hesitation.

"Fine," Zog said, looking very troubled. He hemmed and hawed for a long moment. "Three. I can’t go any lower."

"One!"

"One?"

"Just one!" Asmodis’s tone was resolute.

"Then how am I supposed to make a profit?"

"That’s your problem. And I’m sure you’ll still be making a profit."

Zog paced around the study, silent for a long moment. His expression was conflicted, as if he were cutting off his own flesh.

"Fine! One it is."

"Deal."

Zog and Asmodis signed the Contract.

Zog wore the expression of someone who had just been completely ripped off.

"I’m going back to the Main Plane. Don’t see me out. Just looking at you right now is annoying."

Asmodis threw up his hands. "I learned it from you."

"Let me have this sand table. As a parting gift."

"What do you want it for?" The sand table wasn’t some kind of secret Devil technology.

"Maybe I can use it to make a game. A real-time strategy game... starring you Devils!" Zog enunciated each word as if grinding his teeth.

"Alright, it’s yours. Consider it a parting gift."

"Goodbye!"

"Goodbye."

Zog picked up the sand table and turned to leave.

He hadn’t let the Devil see him out mainly because he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to hold back his laughter.

’One production for one oil mine.’

’Hmph! And to think he tried to haggle with me.’