The more they oppose, the more it shows that I am doing the right thing

First was the nature of the work,

When needed, Party B should lend a hand.

This phrase was actually literal: when the Chef needed to cook, the hospital needed to amputate, or the Tattoo Artist needed ashes for pigment, the assistant had to cut off his hand and offer it up.

The trial period was three hours, but this did not mean a total of three hours of trial time. Each job required three hours, adding up to a total of nine hours without any work.

The so-called trial period was just one way of writing it, in actuality, it was the "consumption period," also known as the food's warranty period.

Wages were paid after the consumption period, but if the food was consumed within the consumption period, then there was no need to continue the payment.

After all, an assistant who lost his arm due to a work injury naturally couldn't work; if he couldn't work, why should they, as bosses, still pay him?

At the same time, because An Su didn't work the full twelve hours, his deposit was not refunded and instead he owed ten Gold Coins. If he couldn't repay, his other organs would be put up as collateral!

Moreover, even if he repaid his debt, he shouldn't dream of escaping, because after twelve hours a new contract was automatically renewed, and only after identity verification could the renewal contract be terminated,

But by then, An Su no longer had fingerprints, he didn't even have hands!

By the time he regretted it, it would be too late.

Lowly poor brats, daring to dream of obtaining residency in the Holy City!

Count Dracula's mouth cracked into a smile, his crimson eyes filled with delight. Those eyes stared intently at An Su, at the orphan from the frontier, his smile becoming more capitalistic by the moment. Let the poor wretches work for us masters for a lifetime without pay.

In the Human Empire, you could make money with under-the-table jobs; naturally, unpaid labor meant laboring for nothing!

Thanks to the constant ass-kissing by the Demon Seed and the Breeders, countless races, for the sweet allure of an ass and the chaotic freedom, for reaching the advanced civilized world, despised and disdained their own homelands, kicked up illusions, and fled to Avad. To Count Dracula, these endlessly arriving fools were an endless supply of food.

And what's more, this food didn't need to be taxed at customs!

It was these Breeders, whose intelligence was on par with human children, that built the Chaotic City, and thanks to acting as an intermediary and earning money from these fools, Count Dracula enjoyed expensive virgin blood as his main course every day.

"A very perfect contract, Your Majesty, the Earl."

An Su also revealed an innocent smile towards Dracula, "Loving work is also a form of love. I have adored loving people since I was little, and I will cherish these jobs too. Count Dracula, you are truly a good person. May Chaos protect you."

He looked at the contract and signed his name 'Ansu Milton' under Party B.

"May Chaos protect you, honest young lad." Count Dracula thought with a chuckle, and he too signed his name under Party A, "With this, the contract is established."

And so, An Su's labor of love officially began.

Eight o'clock sharp.

The warm sunshine shone on the 'Family Restaurant' on the first floor of the Chaotic City and on the piles of white bones accumulated at the door. From eight to twelve o'clock was when the Family Restaurant was open, and even before opening, there was already a long queue outside—Demon Dragons squatting at the restaurant entrance, being regular customers, this restaurant had quite a knack for humans, with their famous dish 'Braised Human Hand' being exceptionally popular.

It had quite the chew to it.

Due to the enthusiasm of the patrons, by nine o'clock sharp, the accumulated ingredients were used up, with one or two Demon Dragons still waiting to dine.

"The contract states, when needed, lend a hand." The giant troll chef, wearing a white apron and holding a cleaver, revealed a deep green breath between his gaping teeth; his chest heaved violently, his mouth twitching slightly, it was clear the gentleman was very unstable, "Literally, when we run out of ingredients for cooking, you should cut off your hand and give it to us."

He stared at the boy in front of him, frantically saying, "What the hell are you handing me a doorknob for while I'm cooking!"

"Chef."

An Su earnestly replied, having removed the door handle for the giant troll, "I'm also taking it literally, right? It's what the contract says, 'lend a hand.'"

"I'm making food, not fixing a door!" the giant troll chef said, veins popping, "That's not my responsibility."

An Su shook his head. "Well, the contract says so, and if you've signed it, you can't violate it."

Somehow, that made sense... the troll's intelligence wasn't enough; it felt like An Su had a point.

And there was no punishment for An Su Milton in the soul contract.

Since he didn't violate the contract, the giant troll chef didn't dare lay a hand on An Su, as the latter was protected by the agreement.

"Roar—why isn't it here yet! Hurry up."

Just then, the Demon Dragons waiting in line started to roar, they had been waiting at the door for ages.

"Don't give me any trouble. Make it perfect, or I will take care of both of you!"

Yet the 'Braised Human Hand' still hadn't arrived. The Demon Tooth Dragon Clan, being a superior race in the Kingdom of Chaos, also had considerable strength; its sharp Magic Power teeth could tear apart anything.

The irritable creatures started cursing, their tails several meters long smashing down on tables, teeth continuously shattering several tables.