And as the light faded, the mystic scholar's lips twisted completely, for he had succeeded. In the future, a hundred years hence, he finally realized the speculation he had in life.
"What a pity, kid. If you hadn't ordered me just now to satisfy the desires of your loins, perhaps I would have spared your life, maybe even let you bear the Emperor's contract." The mystic scholar chuckled, sticking out his tongue to lick his lips.
The figure within the technique rose to his feet, clad in golden armor that radiated light. His face was filled with the marks of time and helplessness as he looked at the person in front of him and said, "I have come in response to the summoning, I am the Golden Emperor."
And the mystic scholar laughed, he had finally succeeded, assuredly! In an instant, he released a snake from a jar, controlling it the moment it escaped, thus forging a contract with the Heroic Spirit, the Golden Emperor.
