Forsaken By The Gods, I Made A Contract With the Demon King

"Beast Lords maintain their own alliances and rivalries. Some form temporary coalitions to balance against the Sanctuary Alliance. Others maintain strict neutrality, focusing on economic development."

"And let's not forget the nomadic communities," Marcus added, showing images of massive caravans traveling between territories. "Not everyone in Paradise chooses to settle in one place. These traveling groups often serve as messengers and traders, maintaining connections between different regions."

As the class drew to a close, I found myself reevaluating my assumptions about Paradise. The idea of establishing a Demonic Sanctuary seemed even more challenging now that I understood the complex political landscape. It wasn't just about finding a location and defending it - I would need to navigate relationships with Beast Lords, sanctuaries, and independent powers.

Professor Marcus's final words stuck with me.

"Paradise is not just a battlefield or a resource to be exploited. It's a world of its own, with civilizations as complex as any on Earth. The most successful explorers are those who learn to navigate its society, not just survive its dangers."

Looking at the map one last time before leaving, I noticed something interesting - several unclaimed territories in the grey zones, areas where a new power might potentially establish itself. If I was careful, if I played the political game right, maybe there was hope for my mission after all.

As Professor Marcus's words about Paradise's political landscape settled in my mind, my thoughts turned to my own mission. The contract with the Darklord weighed heavily in my consciousness, its terms both clear and frustratingly vague.

'Establish a Demonic Sanctuary.'

Simple words that masked an incredibly complex challenge.

The first requirement for establishing a sanctury was straightforward but daunting - I needed nine other demonic followers. I leaned back in my chair, letting out a quiet sigh as I considered this obstacle.

In all my time after I came back to earth and at the academy, I hadn't encountered a single other demonic follower. Given how carefully I had to hide my own nature, it wasn't surprising. If others existed, they were probably just as cautious.

'How do you find someone who's trying not to be found?' I wondered, absently tracing the territories on the map with my eyes.

'And how do you convince them to join you without revealing too much about yourself?'

The next requirement was creating an altar, this was equally challenging.

From what I'd gathered through careful research, altar creation wasn't just a matter of power or resources. It required rare materials, specific essence configurations, and precise timing. But every time I tried to research deeper into demonic altars specifically, I hit dead ends. It was as if that knowledge had been deliberately erased from accessible records.

And then there was the matter of the 'Apostle' mentioned in the contract.

That term haunted me. An Apostle of the Abyss - it sounded important, crucial even, but I had no idea what it meant. The Darklord hadn't elaborated, and I couldn't exactly ask around about demonic terminology without raising suspicions.

'Ten years,' I reminded myself, looking at the grey zones on the map with renewed interest.

'Ten years to figure all this out, or my soul belongs to the Abyss forever.'

The political landscape Professor Marcus had described added new layers of complexity to my task. Even if I found the followers, gathered the materials, and somehow figured out what an Apostle was, I'd still need to establish my sanctuary in a way that wouldn't immediately bring the full force of the Sanctuary Alliance down on our heads.

Those grey zones though... they offered possibilities. Areas where the major powers' influence was weak, where new factions might be able to gain a foothold if they were careful. If I could find the right location, somewhere defensible but not too obviously valuable...

But first things first.

I needed followers. Looking around at my classmates filing out of the room, I wondered if any of them might be hiding secrets similar to mine.

How would I even know? How could I safely test the waters without exposing myself?

The contract's weight seemed to grow heavier with each new consideration. The Darklord had set me an almost impossible task, and I couldn't even ask him for clarification. Our connection was one-way - he could observe me at will, but I couldn't reach out to him for guidance.

Anyway, the class ended with a practical exercise - analyzing a recent diplomatic incident between a Beast Lord and a sanctuary.

We had to identify what went wrong and propose alternative approaches that might have prevented conflict.

'There has to be a way,' I thought, finally gathering my things to leave.

Some pieces of information I'm missing, and some approaches I haven't considered. Experience tales at empire

At least now I had a better understanding of the political environment I'd need to navigate. Building a sanctuary wouldn't just be about power - it would require diplomacy, strategy, and perfect timing.

'One step at a time,' I reminded myself.

'First the expedition, then worry about building a power base.'

Still, as I left the classroom, my mind was already working on possible approaches. Maybe the upcoming Paradise expedition would provide some answers - or at least some opportunities to gather more information about what I was truly up against. If I was going to participate in the exploration club's expedition, this knowledge could prove invaluable. Understanding the political landscape of Paradise might be just as important as knowing how to fight its monsters.

Professor Marcus called out as we were leaving: "Remember, next week we'll be conducting simulated negotiations. Study the faction protocols - one wrong gesture could be interpreted as a mortal insult!"

I lingered behind as other students filed out, studying the map of Paradise still displayed on the screen. The territories seemed to shift and blur before my eyes, a complex web of powers and interests that I'd need to navigate carefully.

Somewhere in those lands, I would need to find a place for my own sanctuary. The thought was both daunting and exciting. At least now I had a better understanding of the political challenges I'd face - assuming I survived long enough to face them.

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The evening air was cool as I left the classroom, my mind still churning with thoughts of sanctuaries and impossible tasks. My stomach growled, reminding me I'd skipped lunch to review notes in the library.

The cafeteria was relatively quiet at this hour. I grabbed some fruit and a protein bar, finding a quiet corner to eat while watching other students filter in and out. Toby spotted me from across the room and made his way over, dropping into the seat across from mine.

"What happened? you look like someone just told you to climb a mountain backward," he commented, stealing an apple from my tray. "Rough class?"

"Just thinking about tomorrow's assignment," I lied easily. The half-truth came naturally now - another skill I'd perfected since arriving at the academy.

Toby also picked some things for snacks and we both eat out full before walking towards the dorm.

Back at the dorm, Alex was practicing his sword forms with mechanical precision while Ryn had his nose buried in yet another essence theory book. The familiar scene was almost comforting in its predictability.

I grabbed the dual kusarigama and headed to my usual training spot- the training ground 7. The weapons felt heavy in my hands as I began the basic forms I'd been practicing. Spin, redirect, maintain the chain's momentum - the movements were becoming more familiar, but still far from natural.

After an hour of practice, I had more tangles than successes to show for my efforts. One particularly bad attempt left me wrapped in chains like a festival decoration, much to my frustration. The weapons seemed to mock my efforts, the chains jingling as I untangled myself.

"Still not giving up on those?" Alex's voice startled me. He'd finished his own training and was heading back inside.

"Not yet," I managed, finally freeing myself from the last loop of chain. "Though they might give up on me first."

He shook his head with a slight smile. "You're either incredibly determined or completely crazy."

"Probably both," I thought, watching him disappear back into the dormitory.

The moons were rising by the time I finally called it quits. My muscles ached, adding to the general exhaustion of the day. Tomorrow's expedition loomed in my mind as I prepared for bed, checking one last time that my gear was properly packed.

Toby was already snoring softly, Alex was doing his nightly equipment maintenance, and Ryn had finally set aside his books. The familiar sounds of my roommates' evening routines provided a strange sort of comfort.

As I drifted off to sleep, my last thoughts were of Paradise and the challenges that awaited. The kusarigama hung nearby, a reminder of how far I still had to go. But for now, sleep beckoned, and tomorrow would bring its own trials.

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