Demigod Mage in America

"Can my corpse be traded?"

Renn nodded, his face remaining calm throughout, as if he didn't care about anything.

Whether it's quoting prices, haggling, or negotiating, all that remains is indifference.

"What can I exchange for what?"

Toby clenched his right fist, hiding the blood in his palm.

He looked up at Renn, his pupils showing struggle and reluctance, but mostly numbness.

Ryan's words were like a sharp spear, piercing through the lies he used to protect himself.

"After you die, I will turn your body into a servant to work for me for all eternity, while you will disappear forever. However, in return, I can heal your daughter and allow her and your wife to live a peaceful life."

Ryan calmly uttered the words that Toby was terrified of.

Corpses...can be traded?

"You can understand it as, in a sense, you will become something like a robot."

Toby, who had been holding onto hope, had his eyes flicker with excitement upon hearing this, but then his gaze dimmed.

terrible!

"Can I refuse the deal?"

Toby hesitated, looking somewhat fearful.

Because his performance had completely exceeded his expectations, would the other party let him go if he didn't want to?

With a snap of his fingers, the door opened slowly and automatically, and Renn gestured for them to enter.

"I always grant requests without forcing anyone, and no one is exempt."

The homeless man got up and took a few steps, glancing back at Ryan several times to make sure he wasn't moving before preparing to leave.

And Ryan made no attempt to stop him, letting the first customer leave.

He turned his gaze to the laptop on the table. The landlord had provided him with a 1G network, which was only so-so in terms of speed.

There was a website up there, a dark web live stream, and the man in it looked very much like Toby, but not as down on his luck.

He was holding a mousetrap to his nose.

"Ninety cuts, ninety cuts and I'll clamp this damn thing down!"

In the video, his eyes were fixed on the screen, but he quickly showed a disappointed expression.

"$70! Only $70!"

Perhaps because the suggestion was quite popular, Toby's face lit up with joy as the tip notification sounded.

He pinched the clip, opened it, and clipped it to the tip of his nose.

"Ouch! Whoosh... Ahh—"

The pain caused him to let out a meaningless wail, his eyes filled with the agony of being treated like a clown, resentment towards life, and the joy of earning money.

This is a pre-recorded video, the last trace of Toby before he lost his home. After that, Ryan couldn't find any records of him.

"gentlemen."

Just as he was watching the video, Toby, who had walked to the door, came back.

He nervously rubbed his hands together, standing in front of him feeling extremely uneasy.

"Is there anything else, guest?"

Ryan had a smile on his face, but Toby couldn't sense any smile at all.

"Can I exchange it for something else?"

Ryan took his hands off the keyboard, leaned back in his chair, and stared at Toby.

He remained silent for a long time, and the air grew increasingly heavy.

"I happen to need a corpse right now. If you're willing to make today your last day, I'll allow you to raise the price."

These words were like a thunderclap in Toby's ears, sending a chill straight up from the soles of his shoes to the top of his head.

The last...day?

"What...what can I get?"

"You will die at midnight tonight, and your wife will get a new family. She will start a new life with your daughter, and there will be no danger, no shootings, and no robberies for the rest of her life."

He was like a devil, patiently leading a lost soul into darkness.

The difference is that the devil usually doesn't clearly state the conditions, while Ryan does.

The spell's effects in Raine's mind hadn't ended yet, and he could still perceive the other person's thoughts.

"Amanda needs a good enough medical environment; her fever is getting unbearable, and without medical insurance, the hospital won't even prescribe medication."

"Since I don't have much time left to live anyway, why not..."

His train of thought stopped there, because Ryan had noticed Toby's rapid breathing.

During this brief struggle, he seemed to have made up his mind.

Toby exhaled and inhaled several times, then let out a long breath, his face showing an expression of resignation to his fate.

"I……"

However, the resolute demeanor vanished instantly once the words were on his lips.

His lips moved for a long time, and a look of disgust appeared on his face. He loathed his own weakness.

Snapped!

Toby slapped himself, then slammed his hand on the table menacingly.

"I am willing to give my life for the happiness of my daughter and wife."

A golden contract appeared in the air and slowly landed on the table.

"If you are sure, please sign your name here."

Toby, noticing the sudden change in Ryan's tone, guessed that it was because he was now the real customer.

He examined the contract; the paper was somewhat transparent, but the text on it was very conspicuous.

Record all his demands, the price he had to pay, and finally, time.

It looked extremely simple, but even without a good education, Toby could still sense that the contents of this contract were somewhat frivolous.

"As long as you leave your name on it or place your hand on it, the contract is complete."

"It's that simple?"

"It's that simple."

Toby raised his hand, lowered it, raised his hand again, and lowered it once more.

After doing this three times, he slapped himself again, gritted his teeth, grabbed his right hand with his left, and pressed it onto the contract.

A golden palm print appeared on it, and then the contract transformed into a stream of light and entered Toby's body.

As soon as the contract was signed, Raine stood up.

"Let's go, it's time for me to fulfill the contract."

After granting invisibility to himself and his guests, Renn directly tore open a spatial rift.

The fissure opens in Central Park, where many homeless tents are cleared out during the day.

They engage in a daily battle of wits with government departments, setting up tents here at night, being driven away during the day, and continuing at night.

The Toby family was also in the same category, but he was better off than the others because he owned two tents.

When they arrived at the park, Toby was still in a daze.

One second you're inside the house, the next you're here in a flash?

Perhaps the information on that blackboard is also true?

Yes, he is still skeptical, because it all seems too fake, with promises of instant gratification and such.

He could understand the existence of magic, after all, this country was mysterious, and he had even witnessed invisible people before, but this was just too fake.

Ryan ignored him and instead found Toby's home and his family in the row of packed-up tents.

A Latina woman, and their daughter.

"In the firm, I'm the boss and you're the guest, so everything is done according to the rules. But outside the firm, we're all human, so please accept this."

He took out a bottle of medicine and handed it to Toby, along with a bundle of cash.

"As for the medicine, have your wife walk to the 96th Street subway station at 3 p.m. and drink it. She must not open her eyes until someone touches her."

Before entering the store, Toby had his fortune told, and the result was auspicious.

Therefore, this trade fair has come to a successful conclusion.

After handing the items to him, Ryan nodded to Toby.

He's too weak right now; he has to rely on his magic to complete the transaction.

If it were possible to seize power...

"Let's not think that far ahead."

Ryan's eyes were deep, and he gave Toby a mysterious smile.

Have a pleasant day.