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\'It may be hard to cope because of my lack of knowledge but I have the Cosmic God Mansion supporting me so it would somewhat ease the burden of being foreign to this world.\' Dylan self-evaluated.

Although it was a bit long to describe, in reality, only a few seconds has just passed. Dylan concentrated once more to his opponent, Andrew, who was staring viciously at the materializing Soul of the Contract. The Soul of the Contract was becoming corporeal yet transparent. It stopped further materialization when it reached the point that it appeared like a ghost.

The Soul of the Contract had the appearance of a gorgeous beauty that wore a plain white dress. In it\'s torso, a scroll that emits two different types of shades could be seen. The shade signified the constant devouring of Dylan\'s Magnate Strength and Andrew\'s as these two energies constantly fought with each other.

"The challenge has been set. "Se Battre Pour Un Client"..." The Soul of the Contract clasped her hands and seemingly prayed. Her eyes emitted bright and blinding light while her illusionary body floated in mid air. The wind swirled in madness as it formed a tiny tornado within the room making the Soul of the Contract its center. Dylan and Andre felt their souls were being sucked of their bodies. Behind their backs, their Magnate Strength started gushing out as it coalesced to human molds.

Soon, a transparent replica of both Mystical Magnates could be seen floating atop their heads. Dylan and Andrew​ had both their eyes shut while the eyes of their replicas were trembling and slowly opened. Dylan\'s body stopped bleeding as it lay on the wall and Andrew\'s body fell to the ground while a cocoon of energy started to mask both their bodies. The cocoons shot out a strand of light that attached to the backs of the ghost-like replicas of Dylan and Andrew.

The ghost-replica of Dylan started moving while it slowly examined it\'s arms, body and face.

"What is this? What happened to me?" The ghost-replica spoke in a strange manner. The way it spoke was as though their was several echoes that simultaneously follow its\' voice. But, this was clearly Dylan whose consciousness was transferred onto this ghost-like avatar. Dylan was utterly confused when a voice suddenly called out his name.

"Dylan, this is the first step of the Se Battre Pour Un Client. It extracts an "Avatar Soul" that is created using the Magnate Strengths of your body!" Pavilion Head Galagher clarified the details to Dylan because he noticed that Dylan was too astounded when he was transported to the "Avatar Soul".

"Ohhh, so what happens next?" Dylan inquired as he adjusted his mindset.

"According to the books I have read, a meeting table will appear that will present us as judges who will decide whether whom has the better deal but remember the final verdict is said by the Soul of the Contract. It knows whether or not this deal is beneficial to your company or not. Do not recklessly throw in offers as the Soul of the Contract will base its verdict according to wits and skill of the challenger and the challenged." Pavilion Head Galagher explained all of the knowledge he knows about this Se Battre Pour Un Client.

"According to what you have read..? You mean you haven\'t tried this before?" Dylan awkwardly asked because he suddenly felt a bit nervous when he thought about it.

"Ahem.. Well, yes... I have never tried it before." Pavilion Head Galagher embarassingly replied.

"Are you serious, sir Galagher? Then what happens if I lose the deal?" Dylan felt nervous now as he felt that he was doing something dangerous. He tried his best to keep calm and fortunately it was effective because if other people were they would panic.

"Yes. If you lose, you will be forcefully demoted to one rank and feel extreme weakness for a short time. But if you win, then Andrew will be the one to receive the consequences." Pavilion Head Galagher replied.

"This is quite a mess I got mixed in with." Dylan bitterly laughed. But, this was the only way he could survive because if he will not release the three giants from the restrictions set by the contract then, he would only suffer by the hands of Andrew and die a horrible death. That was why, despite knowing the danger, Dylan would still repeat his choice if he was given a chance again because even though he might receive some serious injuries, it was still better than death.

"Hahaha, what a pointless effort this is, Dylan! Hahahaha, you will still die, no matter how much you struggle, you are nothing but an insignificant worm in my path. Hahahaha, do not be delusional the gap with our strength and knowledge is like a giant chasm! You will only die trying to traverse this gap. Bwahaha!" Andrew maniacally laughed at Dylan. He was gloating because he had so much experience with regards to every basic knowledge and even a large amounts of past knowledge about "Mystical Magnatism".

"Are you done with your narcissistic chatter?" Dylan ignored Andrew\'s constant gloating.

"You!! Don\'t try to compete with "Mystical Magnatism" with​ me!" Andrew roared.

"We\'ll see." Dylan simply smiled as a form of reply.

The Soul of the Contract was creating a large meeting table that was "U" in shape. At the base, three chairs mysteriously appeared while two seats appeared in each arm of the meeting table. Before Dylan could even react, his Avatar Soul was transmitted to the chair of the right side while Andrew was placed on the left side. The three giants magically floated and was carried by an extremely strong force which coerced them to seat on the vacant three chairs at the base. The Soul of the Contract followed as it appeared behind them floating above their heads.

"Se Battre Pour Un Client, commencer\'. " The archaic voice of the Soul of the Contract subtly flowed throughout the room. Dylan was a bit stunned when he heard of this. He cannot help but wonder how this world had a very similar language to French. Although if a Frenchman was here, he would not be able to understand it as well. Unless he had an instance like Dylan, where he had the memories of his past life that enabled Dylan to quickly adapt to the Great Mystic World. Dylan could not really understand it but the language they spoke was similar to French yet it wasn\'t​ at the same time.

While Dylan was pondering about how strange it was, Andrew took the initiative and stood up with confidence as he showed disdain to the pondering look that Dylan had.

"Let me go have the privilege to go first because I know that a certain someone is still inexperienced and amateurish in Se Battre Pour Un Client." Andrew implied that Dylan had still milk on his lips and was still too inexperienced to debate with him. He was also very confident with himself as he was equipped with proper education and training that Dylan never received. Andrew also had participated in mock Se Battre Pour Un Client several times already and he was always the one who came out the victor as his wordplay and ability to turn right from wrong was near flawless.

"Granted..." The archaic voice of the Soul of the Contract replied.

" Let me first state the prior deal that I and the three clients have made. I have offered the clients 12% shares of my Vigor Hotel and as well as my newly established brand, Vigor\'s​ Gourmet. After which, we had a meeting wherein we discussed the other details of the Contract. The meeting discussed about how I offered the position of Honorary Elder to the clients and the transaction of 10 soul stones for each of the client. We also discussed how my business will enable them to be treated as VIP guests in any of my company​ while I would gain constant monthly supply and advertisements from them. I wholeheartedly admit that I used my Harmonized Soul State but it was not only for the reason for my self gain but to also free them from the underlying hypnotism that the challengee has imposed carelessly to the clients. I end my case." Andrew was smiling all the way from the start to the final sentence of his defense because​ he was confident that he would be able to crush Dylan.

"What?! That isn\'t true! How shameful can you be?" Guild Master Blood Wolf barked suddenly when the last sentence of Andrew entered his ears.

"Are you sure it wasn\'t true? My galant reason to save you from the treacherous hands of this swindler is called shameless? How hurtful your words are as it was aimed to me, your saviour... But I understand, you are still in the premise of this wretched person\'s illusions. Do not worry, dear client, for I will do everything in my power to save you from his evil clutches." Andrew had tears flowing in face while he raced his fist trembling as he swore those words. He really acted like a man who had done something virtuous but was repaid with ingratitude.

"What the heck are you talking about?!" Guild Master Blood Wolf was enranged to the point were veins started to show on his neck.

"Blood Wolf, stop!" Pavilion Head Galagher halted Blood Wolf by blocking him with a hand.

"But he is clearly lying!" Guild Master Blood Wolf defended.

" It is futile. The Soul of the Contract basis it\'s conclusion on what is said. Not on what what was said. This is the reason why wits are able to defy the truth in this battle. The ancestors designed this type of battle to refine the critical-minded and the intelligent and it was also to determine whether who was more skilled when it comes to business. Wits will win over the truth, Reason is better than facts that was what the Ancestors believed in. They believed that to be able to climb to the peak, a true Magnate must not be benevolent and kind or else he would be treated as gullible and easy to take advantage, he must be versatile and flexible, ruthless and merciless. Because in this world the truth matters less, power rules over all!" Pavilion Head Galagher gravely spoke.

"Ugh, Damn it. That fucking snake might get away with this!" Blood Wolf cried indignantly.

"Let us just hope that Dylan would be able to counter Andrew\'s lies." Garden Owner Elmer spoke with a tinge of anger to Andrew and pity to Dylan.

"I hope so..." Pavilion Head Galagher said as he watched the calm and silent Dylan who was sitting with his eyes closed.