Chapter 010: Rare Souls

Since Sharon Vineyard had already made her choice, Wang Bo naturally wouldn't refuse.

"Take my hand," he said to Sharon Vineyard.

But Sharon Vineyard gave Wang Bo a hug instead. "I'll remember you. If you ever come to my world, I'll be sure to treat you well."

"Perhaps," Wang Bo shrugged indifferently. The main issue was that the multiverse was too vast; who knew if he'd ever have the chance to go to the world of Detective Conan.

"Take my hand, Vermouth."

Sharon Vineyard obediently took Wang Bo's hand. Wang Bo contacted the artifact and set it to work.

"Goodbye, Vermouth."

"Goodbye."

A few seconds later, Vermouth's body vanished, sent back to her homeland once again.

[Well done, host. You've successfully sent a transmigrator back home for the second time.]

"You think I wanted this?" Wang Bo was helpless too.

[Anyway, you've earned a chance to draw a prize. Do you want to draw now?]

"Draw." It was useless to keep it anyway.

[Alright, drawing begins. Drawing ends. The prize has been delivered to your four-dimensional pocket. Your luck isn't great this time, host. You got something useless.]

"What did I get?" Wang Bo asked.

[You got a Dragon Ball.]

"What?" Wang Bo nearly jumped up in excitement.

[One.]

Wang Bo: ...

[Don't be like that, host. Even though it's just one, it's still a Dragon Ball. Once you draw the other six, you can summon Shenlong. After all, Shenlong's power is quite impressive.]

Wang Bo sighed. So far, he had traveled through several worlds and drawn prizes over a dozen times, but he had only gotten one Dragon Ball.

To collect all seven, who knew how many more draws it would take.

By the time all seven Dragon Balls were gathered, Wang Bo's wish might already be beyond Shenlong's ability to grant.

[Don't worry, host. The Dragon Ball you drew isn't from Earth but from Namek. It can grant three wishes and is even more powerful than Earth's Dragon Balls.]

Wang Bo chuckled wryly, taking it as consolation.

[By the way, host, I've scanned this world. There are no more transmigrators. You can head to a new world anytime.]

"Got it," Wang Bo said impatiently.

This was probably the world where he had completed his mission most effortlessly—over before it even began.

Wang Bo felt helpless. But he knew he was just a worker with no rights; since the system had spoken, he had to obey.

So he decided to wrap things up and leave immediately.

By the time Wang Bo finished communicating with the artifact, Lady Gremory was still talking to the Genie, even trying to get the Genie to grant her a wish.

And it was a very interesting wish: she wanted the Genie to give her the ability to create Genies.

Wang Bo had to admit, that wish was quite pragmatic.

It was clear that Lady Gremory was very interested in the existence of the Genie.

The Genie shook his head and said, "I cannot grant that wish. I can turn you into a Genie, but I cannot give you the ability to create Genies."

Upon hearing this, Lady Gremory's eyes flickered a few times, a hint of amusement showing in her fiery red pupils. She returned the lamp to Wang Bo. "This is a very interesting item. I can assure you that the one who created this lamp must be a powerful deity."

Wang Bo said, "I'm not sure who created the lamp, but I agree with your assessment."

After all, the lamp was indeed very powerful.

The deity who created it couldn't be weak.

Wang Bo even suspected that the creator of the Genie might be a deity from Arabian mythology, such as Allah.

He was the supreme deity of Arabia, revered as the progenitor god, creator, sky god, and rain god. He was the creator of the world and gods, the father of all gods and the chief of all gods.

Only such a god, capable of creating deities, could have created the lamp.

Of course, this was just Wang Bo's speculation, as he didn't know much about Arabian mythology.

"Lady Gremory, I'm about to leave this world for a new one," Wang Bo said as he put away the lamp. "So I need to dissolve our contract."

The implication was that she should return to her home, Hell.

Lady Gremory said unhurriedly, "I think we can sign a formal contract."

"What?"

"A formal contract, like the one we had with Solomon back then," Lady Gremory said.

Wang Bo was taken aback. "Lady Gremory, do you mean you want to become my subordinate?"

"Dream on." Lady Gremory rolled her eyes at Wang Bo. "Even Solomon never treated us as subordinates."

"But he did command you," Wang Bo said pointedly.

Lady Gremory didn't deny it. She nodded gracefully and said, "Yes, he did command us. He was an extraordinary man who saw through our true names with his unparalleled wisdom, so we had no choice but to obey Solomon. But that only lasted while he was alive."

Wang Bo wasn't clear on the intricacies between Solomon and the seventy-two pillars of demons, as the Key of Solomon didn't record much about that.

The book mostly contained summoning incantations and methods for commanding demons.

Of course, commanding demons didn't include the seventy-two pillars; it was more about ordinary demons and a few high-ranking ones. And the methods for commanding them were varied.

"So, what exactly are you trying to say, Lady Gremory?" Wang Bo asked politely.

Lady Gremory said, "Sign a formal contract. I will not refuse your summons. You can freely command the thirty-two legions of demons under me, and when necessary, I will even lend you a hand. What do you think?"

Wang Bo curled his lip. "Sounds good, but you haven't said what I need to give in return. If it's my soul, forget it—I have no intention of selling my soul to a demon."

Lady Gremory said, "You can give me some rare souls."

"What are rare souls?"

"Simple. Emperors, saints, fanatics, heroes, butchers—these are rare commodities in Hell. I'm sure you can manage."

Lady Gremory spoke slowly. Even as a duchess of Hell, she couldn't walk the mortal world.

Let alone traverse the multiverse.

She didn't have that kind of power yet.

But after meeting Wang Bo, Gremory sensed her opportunity. If she signed a contract with him, she could travel to more worlds and find more rare souls.

So Gremory was determined not to miss this chance.