"Don't be this shameless!" he roared, his voice echoing off the bronze base of the statue. I could already tell, despite the fury in his tone, that he wouldn't say no. Or rather, he couldn't. The ghost of his benefactor was a chain more powerful than any system-enforced restraint.
"Either this or you go on your own way now," I shrugged, my voice flat. I was done negotiating. I had the leverage, and we both knew it.
"Humph, as if you can hold a jumper like me with that contract of yours," he spat. His tone still held a flicker of that old arrogance, but it lacked conviction. He was testing the boundaries of a cage that hadn't even been locked yet.
I didn't answer with words. Instead, I hurriedly pulled the glowing parchment back toward me and added a final, crushing condition while speaking out loud for the System to record: "The jumper can't jump except after quest hundred."
"What the f*ck… the quests will go on for a hundred?!!"
