Chapter 14: The Angel’s Disadvantage
“That’s the devil’s ability. We angels don’t use such things to tempt people to fall.” Raphi shook her head.
“So you’re saying this talent is real, and he can really permanently enhance my talent?”
“Yes, it’s real.” Raphi frowned slightly. She had a bad feeling.
“Making a deal with the devil requires paying a great price. Don’t fall into the devil’s trap. They will make your life a mess.”
“What are the terms of your deal? Don’t just consider what you think. Consider the deeper meaning.”
“For example, if he says the condition is ten years of your life, it might not be taking away ten years of your life but possibly leaving you with only ten years to live.”
Looking at Raphi, Ginko Sora always felt that this angel didn’t seem as capable as Luo Feng.
It was a woman’s intuition because Luo Feng gave her the feeling of being omnipotent, appearing and disappearing mysteriously, and possibly showing up anywhere at any time.
Moreover, when she was talking about Luo Feng and her deal, she didn’t know for sure what the deal entailed but was giving examples.
Now two things could be confirmed. The first was that everything Luo Feng promised her was real, not just talk. He could really enhance her, not just temporarily.
The second point was that even if Luo Feng was a devil, he couldn’t do whatever he wanted. He had to follow the rules of the deal. This made her breathe a sigh of relief.
Previously, she was afraid that Luo Feng would force her regardless of anything. Since he couldn’t force her, she was relieved.
No matter what happened in the end, it was her own choice.
“The terms of our deal… I won’t make a deal with him.” Ginko Sora shook her head.
“Young lady, you are wavering.” Raphi said seriously, “There’s really no benefit in making a deal with the devil. He’s a true devil with no mercy.”
“I’m not wavering!” Ginko Sora said firmly, “I definitely won’t make a deal with him. Definitely not!”
Raphi felt that this girl was putting on a brave face…
Her words were tough, but the desire in her heart wasn’t fake.
Why could devils often succeed? It wasn’t that people were all greedy, but that the benefits they offered were really hard to refuse.
Countless people were like moths to a flame, rushing towards the trap set by the devil without hesitation.
If she were to say that Luo Feng wouldn’t fulfill his promise or something like that, she wouldn’t do it. One reason was that the rules of the heavenly realm didn’t allow it, and the other was that it would be too easily discovered by Luo Feng. Then he would really have a reason to tear off her wings and use them as decorations.
Damn it, playing games with someone with unequal strength while having to follow the rules is too tiring!
“Mm, not wavering is a good thing.” Raphi said softly, “Think about it, life is so beautiful. Talent is something you’re born with. There’s no need to rely on external forces to forcefully enhance it.”
“Then… can you make me remember those two games? I don’t want the talent, just remembering them would be good…”
“I can’t, young lady.” Raphi gently shook her head, “Those are things you got from the devil. They’re his things. Even that part of your memory belongs to him. I can’t give you his things.”
Ginko Sora fell silent.
“Sorry, I can’t help you much. Heaven has its own rules, unlike hell which has no bottom line.” Raphi said, “What I can be sure of is that as long as you don’t actively interact with him and don’t waver no matter what deal he offers, you’ll definitely be able to go to heaven in the future.”
According to the rules and her previous life trajectory, it was indeed the case.
“Mm, I understand. Thank you, Miss Angel.” Ginko Sora felt a bit mentally exhausted.
“Phew, I’ve said all I needed to say. I’m going to go save more people.” Raphi said.
All she could do was talk.
In terms of ability to act, angels had a natural disadvantage compared to devils.
It was like a standoff between police and criminals. The ones at a disadvantage were always the police because criminals could kill hostages and destroy things at will, but the police couldn’t, except for warrior nations.
“Wait.” Ginko Sora suddenly thought of something, “He can manipulate my memories. Could it be that… something has already happened between us, and then he erased that part of my memory?”
The more she thought about it, the more scared she became. After all, Luo Feng had that ability!
“You’re overthinking it.” Raphi shook her head, “If he did it, he would definitely let you know. Devils are all twisted.”
“That’s good then.” Ginko Sora breathed a sigh of relief.
She still wanted to ask something, but she found that Raphi had already disappeared.
She leaned on the chair, feeling powerless.
If I expose his identity as a devil, will he panic?
Ginko Sora instinctively felt that he wouldn’t. He didn’t seem to care how she viewed him.
Angel, devil…
I just want to play shogi well, become a professional shogi player, and compete with Yaichi.
Is my life a bit too exciting?
…
After leaving Ginko Sora, Luo Feng returned to his store and continued lazing around.
As for whether he was afraid of Raphi causing trouble for him? He was only afraid that she wouldn’t cause enough trouble.
As long as she kept interfering with him, there would be times when she exposed her weaknesses.
Rather than tearing off her wings, it would be more exciting to turn her into a fallen angel.
Why did she think that a devil like him would really care about the so-called rules set by hell? Those political-minded people in heaven were too naive.
He stayed like this until late at night, only going out to make a deal and collect two souls in the meantime.
Ding-a-ling.
Just then, someone entered through the door.
It was a woman with a dignified appearance and a beautiful face full of authority.
She was wearing a kimono and looked a bit lost and dejected.
She looked to be in her thirties, but she was probably in her forties or fifties, just very well-maintained.
How lucky is this woman to have entered my store?
“Phew…” She found a table and sat down, looking a bit tired.
Compared to ordinary restaurants and bars, izakayas belonged to the late night. Some people came in groups of three or five, chatting away, while others came alone, burdened with worries.
Obviously, this person was the latter.
Luo Feng’s store wasn’t a place that just anyone could enter. Although the entrances were scattered in most cities across the country, not many people would be willing to come in.
It was like a row of stores. A popular store might attract customers, but a store with no customers would have a hard time attracting customers. He amplified this psychological suggestion.
People who liked familiar stores in the first place wouldn’t come, and ordinary customers would be even less likely to come.
Those who could enter were either people who particularly liked quietness or old unlucky fellows.
Luo Feng, like a normal izakaya owner, served her a stack of small dishes.
This wasn’t a mistake. This dish was specifically for her and couldn’t be found on the menu. It was equivalent to what other places called a service fee or seat fee, priced at 800 yen.
Don’t underestimate this dish. It was usually made by the owner using seasonal or recommended ingredients of the day, and sometimes it tasted even better than the dishes ordered by the customers.
“Beautiful miss, why are you out drinking alone?” Luo Feng placed the menu in front of her and sat down, looking her up and down.
