Loser's redo: Transmigration in a novel

Zick read the parchment, given by Krelein, with a serious face, giving off a calm demeanor. However, internally he was anything but calm, questions came pouring down like a broken dam, making his mind chaotic.

Zick could not decide whether Krelein was competent or a dimwit. He had not collected much information on Krelein, but from whatever he knew, Krelein was not an idiot.

'Was he really not able to read behind the lines and offered the invitation or is there something that I don't know?' Zick gaze flickered inconspicuously.

Many doubts flashed by within Zick's head, causing him to feel an invisible pressure. Putting a stop to the prior matter, Zick concentrated on the parchment, with a contract on it.

'It's truthfully unbelievable...' Zick could clearly feel just how much the other party wanted to recruit him.

The joining reward was mind rendering, a mid-grade world!

There were many other things included with it, but still, the mid-grade world was the most eye- catching among all of them.

The silence between the four people carried on, Krelein closely looked at Zick's face, studying his every action. Even the slightest fluttering of the eyebrows did not go unnoticed.

Krelein couldn't help but think to himself: 'He did not show any reactions even when I directly trampled on his subtle rejection. That's unexpected, did he by chance say it without much thought?'

'That's not out of the question, from his appearance, he does not have much experience dealing with politics and wordplay.'

While Krelein thought this, Zick finished reading the contract too. He appeared to be deep in thought as if struggling to choose the benefits before him or take a wait-and-see stance.

"So, what do you think of the contract, Zick? Of course, we can modify it if you want to, as long as it's not overbearing, any demand is acceptable." Krelein spoke ambiguously, his eyes sharply gazing at Zick, waiting for his answer.

Krelein, the fifth supreme elder was ready to concede to any demand, as long as it was not too much overbearing. In other words, Zick could ask for any kind of special perk he wanted!

If the detail of this contract was made public, all the supreme elders and all the gods would label it as a scream no matter what. It was just too beneficial to the receiving side!

Gods move for benefit, just like bandits attracted to wealth and beauty.

No one would give off benefits like this for no reason. As such, it was either there was a deep conspiracy or it was outright fraud.

There were always people who would give in to such immense benefits, but that was not the case with Zick. His suspicions on this matter had already reached as high as they could get.

But, Zick did not let any of his emotions show on his face.

"I am truly very attracted to your offer. I almost involuntarily had the urge to sign the contract." Zick spoke with a thin smile, but slowly the atmosphere around him grew darker and heavier.

"But aren't you mocking my intelligence too much? I might not be much cautious, nevertheless, I have the skills to identify the situation, when to accept, and when to step back." Zick exposed a slightly furious look, eyes filled with contempt and slight hostility.

Krelein felt his eyes twitch a little, though it was not his invention, he had offended Zick.

"Please don't misunderstand, Zick. The content on that contract is all true, I swear by my name." Krelein responded without a second of delay.

Now, Zick appeared flabbergasted, 'I guess this is enough, I don't have any reason to continue this conversation. If this fifth elder is willing, then there must be others too.'

Before Zick could speak, Krelein suddenly brought out a piece of paper from his jacket. The paper was an item famous in the upper echelons, once the content of this paper was read, it would vanish in thin air. It was not possible to see what was within it through any tricky means either.

"The fifth rider told me to give this to you," Krelein spoke in a rather cold and plain voice.

Zick's brow rose as he received the piece of paper. Before he could admire the smooth texture of the paper, he felt a gaze stuck to him like glue.

"How rude! We are speaking here in private, but you have the guts to pry into the conversation." An immensely displeased look passed by Krelein's face.

Zick looked in the direction Krelein stared at. There, a strange black hole could be seen, it was not even a centimeter in size. Zick's pupils shrank as he further tried to probe at the black hole.

Zick could not feel its presence at all!

The black hole was erased with a simple wave of Krelein's wrist.

"The culprit seems to be a great god specialized in moving around unnoticed. You don't have to worry, there is no one else keeping an eye on us now." Krelein smiled but internally, he felt displeasure rising like a sandstorm.

Many great gods' faces passed by Krelein's mind, and one of them was the culprit behind this ears dropping. Killing intent brewed within Krelein rapidly, he hid it deep in his heart for now.

Nodding his head, Zick began opening the paper in his hand. It would have been a lie if he said that he was not nervous.

From Krelein's behavior, it was clear as the sky that this was his trump card. From the amount of confidence in his action, the paper did not hold some small information.

Flip~

At last, Zick unfolded the paper with a calm face.

"....." Zick felt his breath stop looking at the words on the paper, the light in his eyes dimmed rapidly.

Slowly the paper turned transparent and vanished in thin air. However, Zick's hand stayed frozen in place no matter how much time went by.

Zick breathed out softly in a few seconds and then got up from the luxurious chair he was sitting on.

"Let's talk about the modification of the contract." Zick passed the parchment back to Krelein.

Krelein's brow involuntarily furrowed, looking at Zick's blank expression.