The second before opening the hotel room, I was still a cheerful amateur troubadour. I just fell in love with a girl in the tavern, played the organ and sang a song, which received praise from many sources. I used the money I earned to have a satisfying meal. If I had known what I would encounter when I opened the door, I would never have hummed a tune, smacked my lips, and bumped into a spider's arms like a fool.

But from the moment I opened the door, this matter was beyond my control.

At the moment I realized something was wrong, I activated the teleportation scroll, which was interrupted by a spell. In the short period of time that followed, I took out all the combat skills of a mage and went back and forth with the uninvited guests in the room for more than ten rounds. Countless teammates and enemies in the past have testified that Heyman has always been an excellent mage, but I am not well prepared at this moment. I didn't expect someone to wait for me here without touching the layers of traps in the room... You should know that in a battle between two excellent mages, the outcome is only in the slightest.

A bondage formation fixed me underground, face down and butt up, and I had to struggle to twist my head to prevent my nose from flattening on the floor. Although my posture was awkward, I breathed a sigh of relief in my heart. Binding spells represented that everything still had a turning point. The other party still needs me, and as long as I am not easily defeated, I can always escape from this unfortunate situation again and ultimately turn the tide.

Look at you, Haiman, what a comfortable life has turned you into, "said the unwelcome guest.

Okay, I'm dead.

He squatted down beside me, his fingers gripping my chin, and turned my face to meet his gaze. This uninvited villain was wearing a black robe with a hood, and his eyes were shining red in the pitch black room. The characteristic of black robe and red eyes can deal with nearly a hundred dangerous people and creatures. I would rather meet more than ninety others than see this face that can be recognized even when turned into ashes.

Rachel Cliff, over the years he has become a great figure synonymous with dark wizards. By the way, he is also my mentor, a former mentor. Placing the prefix of the past tense before the word spell mentor is much more deadly than having an ex boyfriend or girlfriend.

My mind has already started the journey of life.

When I was in my early teens, I was a street level thief struggling for a living, walking on the grand road to professional thieves, gang leaders, and famous knights. Haiman is a free elf, ah no, half elf, until all life plans come to an end with a slip of the tongue. A man dressed as a nobleman grabbed me and forced me to make several very complicated gestures with him, then praised me for having flexible hands.

I thought I had encountered a pedophile, but he turned out to be a wizard who disguised himself and went out. That was my mentor after me, and also the notorious black wizard Rachel.

Thieves know that people in robes cannot be provoked, but who knew that a mage would dress up as an ordinary person? In the more than ten years since I followed Rachel, I have never seen anything other than him wearing the wizard's robe, which shows that my luck is truly astonishing.

I ran silently here towards the lantern, while Rachel sneered across from me. His fingers began to swipe in the air, muttering words from his mouth. It's chilling to think that even a great mage like him would have to procrastinate on spells for so long, so I had to speed up my memory killing and jump directly to the results section.

The result was that I ran away after being his apprentice for over ten years.

I may not be the strongest in the apprentice tower, but I am definitely the smartest one among them. The experience of living on the streets as an orphan until my teens has given me a lot of insight, which is far from comparable to those foolish apprentices born in the tower. They are loyal slaves or rigid ambitious individuals who can see nothing except for the path given by their mentors, while I, in their words, am rebellious, deceiving my mentor and destroying my ancestors.

A group of black robed people said I was rebellious and very humorous.

I am a smart person, so I left there alive. Not long after I left, those loyal or ambitious apprentices were sold to the devil by their mentors, leaving no one behind. From then on, Rachel had only me left as a former apprentice, and he humbly spent a year chasing me - a whole year, fully focused. My mentor is always very busy, and a year of attention really impresses me. I never enjoyed such treatment like this when I was still an apprentice. After a year of hellish sightseeing, it is said that things on the devil's side are making a comeback. My mentor finally realized that he had wasted too much time on me, leaving only some demon hunters and pursuit orders to pursue me and no longer care about me.

Nearly ten years have passed since then.

I have dealt with one group after another of people who came to pursue me, killed those demons, and prevented them from returning to the earth for hundreds of years. My life has returned to the right track, like every wanted criminal who travels around hiding their name, living a wonderful and leisurely life. Three years ago, the last time I saw Rachel, he was battling a group of legendary adventurers in mid air. I watched from a distance for a while before wiping oil on my feet. The last time we talked was five years ago when we unfortunately stumbled upon a relic. I said, "Wow, long time no see, teacher!" He replied, "There you are, ungrateful mouse

The record of surviving in that direct encounter, like my successful escape that year, should be displayed at the Heroes' Deeds Expo. To be honest, they should give me a title like 'the boy who always survives'. I have survived from the hands of the Dark Lord Rachel many times!

Okay, maybe I'm a little older than the 'boy'.

Rachel completed the last gesture, and I closed my eyes and waited for death.

Not dead.

He chuckled softly, this slow and playful laughter used to make me feel like an idiot, and it still does now. I opened my eyes and saw a flash of light on our wrists. After a brief thought, I was quite startled.

When do legendary black robed mages like Rachel have to use lengthy spells and gestures?

Either a terrifying curse or a spell that is opposite to his own attributes.

How did you survive until now, huh? "Rachel sneered." I'm starting to suspect that your escape from me was all luck. Your vigilance and resistance are as weak as an apprentice's

Because you were once my teacher, "I said, suppressing my doubts and complimenting, saying more good things in someone else's hands is not harmful.

I will always be your mentor, I have taught you everything, "said Rachel arrogantly," even though I highly doubt whether you still have the ability to be useful now

Would you like to hear more about it? "I said.

I sought cooperation so decisively, but Rachel fell silent instead. The efficiency oriented mentor paused for several seconds before speaking up to explain the situation.

There is one thing that needs to be explained, which is what exactly is a 'black wizard'.

Black wizards are not equal to black robed mages. The former may not be stronger than the latter, but they are definitely more evil and skilled at killing. People refer to those mages who frequently trade with the devil as black wizards, and these people are walking a tightrope. The devil is never an honest and trustworthy merchant. The black wizard trades the creatures on the ground to the devil, and the exchange is difficult to stop. In the end, out of ten, eight out of nine will lose themselves, rising and falling as quickly as possible.

But there are also some people who take advantage of the devil in turn, and Rachel is one of the best among them.

He doesn't eat or drink, and only needs half of an ordinary person's sleep time to restore energy. He quickly entered the legendary level as a human in just a few decades, surpassing countless hundreds of year old bigwigs. He has been active for over half a century, but he looks like a pale young man. From the first time I met Rachel until now, he hasn't aged at all.

I guessed he had deceived the devil, but I never thought the truth would be more explosive than I thought. Rachel said that he took advantage of the civil war in hell to suppress a demon at the level of a lord somewhere, as the source of his magical power and eternal life.

This is done very brilliantly, very great, and very dangerous. The feat of accidentally setting fire to the ground is no longer something that can be summarized in just a few words: a great death.

Has the demon of the lord's rank come out? "I trembled and asked.

Not yet, "Rachel said vaguely," but the backlash has already begun. If the curse cannot be stopped before it is completed, I will become the projection of that devil and switch sides with it

I took a deep breath and said, "So was that really a soul binding spell just now

Rachel looked at me with a wry smile and said, "Yes, I've improved it. If I'm going to hell, you can't live

The Soul Binding Curse originated from the white magic where lovers swear to live and die together. After being "improved" by Rachel, although this thing is barely considered white magic, the condition of love has been removed. When he studied this thing, I even served as his assistant. Of course, the great black robed mage has no interest in dealing with clingy couples.

Taking back my previous luck, although I didn't die, my life is basically over.

If you are helpless against the curse, I have no possibility of lifting it! "I said with a bitter face." Does the teacher love me too much and insist on taking me away when he dies

Of course you won't do better than me, "Rachel said impatiently." I just need you to watch my conversion process and avoid any mosquito or fly harassment during that time

You can stay in the mage tower the whole time, even a few dragons cannot break through it, if those dragons can find the location of the tower, "I said.

I have added spells against demons in all positions of the mage tower, but now the transformation has begun, "said Rachel irritably, lifting her hood.

I looked at the mentor under my hood and my chin fell to the ground.

The backlash of the devil lord will turn him into a projection, and the human body is unable to bear the devil. Therefore, the curse will gradually transform Rachel into a subordinate devil of the lord. For example, the demon lord in charge of anger has the Flame Demon, and the demon directly subordinate to the Greedy Lord is the Devouring Demon.

I saw a pair of curved corners on his forehead, now only the thickness of a little finger, but the spiral pattern with a strange attraction would never be mistaken. These newly emerging small horns blend seamlessly with Rachel's pale face, fitting frighteningly well.

You tricked the lord of lust?! "I exclaimed in shock.

My former mentor, the terrifying black wizard Rachel, turned himself into a succubus.