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

The transition through the Bliss Portal felt like being pulled through liquid light, my entire being stretched and compressed simultaneously. Colors swirled and merged, reality itself seemed to bend, and for a moment that felt both instantaneous and eternal, I existed everywhere and nowhere at once.

'This feels awful no matter how many times I experience this.'

I thought experiencing mind pressure from the portal.

When we emerged on the other side, the familiar wave of disorientation hit me like a physical force. My head throbbed with the special kind of headache that only portal travel could induce - a deep, pulsing ache that reminded you your body wasn't meant to be yanked through space like that.

If even I who was experienced with the pressure from Lunacy felt like this then there was no need to talk about the others, they were in even worse condition.

Several students around me stumbled, their equilibrium thrown off by the transition.

I steadied myself, taking slow breaths as my senses realigned.

The air here was different - thicker, more charged with raw essence. Each breath felt like drinking liquid energy, and I had to consciously regulate my essence absorption to maintain my cover.

A normal student wouldn't be able to process Paradise's essence density this easily.

The Government Stronghold, Outpost Seven, sprawled before us in impressive detail. It was a stark contrast to the wild Paradise I remembered from my first visit - no maze walls or deadly traps here. Instead, massive walls of essence-reinforced stone rose into the purple-tinged sky, their surfaces etched with protective arrays that gleamed with constant power.

Watchtowers dotted the perimeter, each manned by guards wielding essence-enhanced weapons. Their armor bore the distinctive markings of the Paradise Defense Force - elite soldiers specifically trained to handle Paradise's unique threats. I caught glimpses of essence cannons mounted on rotating platforms, their crystalline cores pulsing with stored power.

"Welcome to Outpost Seven," a government official greeted us, his uniform somehow maintaining perfect crispness despite Paradise's humid air. He stood with the practiced ease of someone who'd made this speech countless times. "We'll get you processed and settled in for the night. Please keep your essence stabilizers active at all times within the compound. The essence density here can overwhelm unprepared visitors."

The processing procedure was both efficient and thorough. We moved through a series of checkpoints, each one adding another layer of security. Our identifications were verified against both Earth and Paradise databases. Essence level readings were taken and compared to our baseline measurements from Earth. Every piece of equipment was scanned and logged. Experience new tales on empire

I kept my essence output carefully modulated during the checks, matching the levels of my fellow students. Too low would be suspicious, too high would draw unwanted attention. The years of constant control were paying off - none of the monitoring devices showed anything unusual about my readings.

"Room assignments," Sara's voice cut through the general murmur of tired students. She held up a list, and my heart skipped a beat when she reached my name. "Group Four: Levi, Lyssandra, Marcus, and Rin."

*Of course,* I thought, fighting back a grimace. *Because the universe loves irony.* Lyssandra and I exchanged glances - hers unreadable, mine carefully neutral. The memory of our first Paradise encounter flashed unbidden through my mind - her hair had been dyed blue then, part of her own disguise. Neither of us had known who the other really was, both playing our parts in that deadly game.

The assigned room was surprisingly spacious, clearly designed with defense in mind. The beds were positioned to allow quick access to the door, and the windows featured both essence-reinforced glass and emergency shields that could be activated in seconds. Every piece of furniture was bolted down, and subtle essence arrays were worked into the walls and floor.

None of us felt particularly talkative. The portal crossing had left everyone drained, and tomorrow's expedition weighed heavily on our minds. Lyssandra took the bed nearest the window, her white hair almost glowing in Paradise's strange twilight. I deliberately chose the one furthest from her, putting as much distance between us as possible. Marcus and Rin settled into the remaining beds without comment.

Sleep came surprisingly easily, though my dreams were chaotic. Memories of my last time in Paradise mixed with newer anxieties - the maze, the betrayal, the desperate choice that had set me on my current path. I woke several times during the night, each time instinctively checking to make sure my essence control hadn't slipped during sleep.

The seniors roused us at 5:00 AM sharp, their voices cutting through the pre-dawn quiet. Paradise's twin moons were still visible in the early morning sky, casting everything in an ethereal purple-silver light that made normal colors look slightly wrong. The air felt even more charged than the previous night, heavy with essence that made every breath feel significant.

"Gear check," Derek announced as we assembled in the courtyard, his voice carrying the weight of experience. "Stabilizers active, anchors secured, communication crystals charged. We move out in one hour."

Breakfast consisted of specialized Paradise expedition rations - dense, nutrient-rich foods designed to help the body cope with Paradise's demanding environment. I ate mechanically, my attention fixed on the world beyond the stronghold's walls. The essence density here felt different from what I remembered from my first visit - more controlled, more regulated. The influence of civilization was evident even in the air itself.

At exactly 6:00 AM, the massive gates of Outpost Seven groaned open, essence-enhanced mechanisms moving tons of reinforced metal with surprising grace. The terrain that greeted us was nothing like the desolate wilderness of my first visit. Here, humanity had managed to establish a foothold in Paradise's alien landscape.

Strange plants grew in orderly rows - cultivation fields for Paradise-native species. Some bore fruits that pulsed with inner light, their essence signatures complex and fascinating. Others had leaves that chimed softly in the morning breeze, creating an otherworldly melody. Government researchers moved between the plots, their protective suits glowing with essence-shielding as they took measurements and harvested samples.

"The Sanctuary Alliance has been terraforming this region for decades," Jin explained as we walked, his voice carrying notes of both pride and caution. "These plants are hybrids - Earth species modified to thrive in Paradise's essence-rich environment. Each successful adaptation teaches us more about controlling and utilizing Paradise's unique properties."

We passed through the agricultural zone and into wilder territory, where Paradise's true nature began to assert itself. Massive flowers that would have dwarfed Earth's largest trees swayed in essence currents we couldn't see but could definitely feel. Crystalline formations jutted from the ground at impossible angles, humming with power that made my demonic essence stir restlessly.

That's when we heard it - a low growl that seemed to come from everywhere and nowhere at once, vibrating through both air and essence. The seniors instantly moved into defensive positions, forming a practiced perimeter around us juniors. Their reactions spoke of experience, of lessons learned the hard way.

"First contact," Sara announced with practiced calm. "Remember your training. Stay in formation, essence stabilizers at maximum."

Through the strange vegetation, a shape emerged that made several students gasp in fear or awe. It moved like liquid shadow given form, its body constantly shifting between solid and vapor states. Multiple eyes opened and closed across its surface in seemingly random patterns, each one glowing with an inner fire that spoke of power.

Our first Paradise monster - and from the way the seniors were tensing, this wasn't going to be a simple observation exercise. I felt my own essence stir in response to the creature's presence, the demonic energy within me resonating with its wild nature. I forced it down immediately, maintaining my careful facade.

This was why we were here. This was the real Paradise, where power and danger danced together in an endless cycle. And somewhere in this strange, beautiful, terrible place, I would need to carve out my own territory.

Our first Paradise monster - and from the way the seniors were tensing, this wasn't going to be a simple observation exercise. I felt my own essence stir in response to the creature's presence, the demonic energy within me resonating with its wild nature. I forced it down immediately, maintaining my careful facade. But part of me, the part that knew Paradise's true nature, recognized this moment for what it was.

This was why we were here. This was the real Paradise, where power and danger danced together in an endless cycle. And somewhere in this strange, beautiful, terrible place, I would need to carve out my own territory.

The monster's eyes fixed on our group, and the real exploration began.

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