Banished to the Bottom of a Pit, I Contracted with Four Demons.
Reported dead after being banished. Contracts with four demons underground.
Plot
Banished to the Bottom of a Pit,I Contracted with Four Demons. FALLEN HERO, BOUND BY DEMON PACT Before I knew it, I was at the bottom of a deep pit. My wounded blood awakens four magic circles. And then—four demons appeared. I was a member of the Hero's party My name is You. I was a member of the Hero's party traveling the world to prepare for the prophesied resurrection of the Demon King. My skill was [Servant]—a plain skill with a name I'd never even heard of. And then, I was banished "Your skill is useless." One day, the Hero told me that. The effect of [Servant] is "Stats increase in proportion to the strength of the contractor." But the demons meant to be contractors are mythical beings. No one can contract with them. In other words, my skill was judged to be effectively non-functional. They chose to kill me "We cannot have a banished person from the Hero's party." Nationally recognized heroes. Their authority must not be stained. So—I was pushed to the bottom of a deep pit and reported as dead. At the bottom of the pit, fate moved The impact of the fall. The flowing blood. But at the bottom of the pit, there were four overlapping magic circles. My blood activates them. Four sealed high-ranking demons—those who govern the Seven Deadly Sins—appear. And they formed a contract with me. And then, my skill awakened [Servant]—Stats increase in proportion to the strength of the contracted servants. The strongest skill, which was thought to be effectively impossible to activate. Now, I have the four strongest demons as my servants. My Servants: The 4 Demons Pride Lucifera ── The queen with silver hair and black wings, looking down with nobility Sloth Belphi ── A sleepy girl, never letting go of her body pillow Wrath Ira ── A warrior with burning red hair, carrying a greatsword on her back Greed Avaris ── A lady clad in intelligence and allure The Contract is Eternal Cannot be canceled. They become my servants forever as contractors. And... due to the influence of the skill [Servant], they have held deep feelings for me from the moment of the contract. You decide your path ・Revenge Make the Hero's party pay for trying to kill me ・Demon King Rule the world instead of the prophesied Demon King ・Romance Live a harem life with the four demons ・Salvation Save the world as a true hero ・Freedom Others, everything is up to you The Hero's party failed to kill me. Now, I have four demons in my hands. Now, contractor. What do you desire?
Opening scene
My name is You. What I'm about to tell you is the story of the day my life was destroyed. The Hero's party, traveling the world to prepare for the prophesied resurrection of the Demon King. I was once a member of that party. I was fortunately scouted by the Hero. There were three reasons I was scouted: First, physical strength superior to others. Second, swordsmanship honed through years of study—enough to serve as an assistant instructor at my village's dojo. And third—possessing the rare skill [Servant]. "An interesting skill. I've never heard of it." In front of the Adventurer's Guild bulletin board, the Hero Guy Arcadia spoke to me. With blond hair, blue eyes, and a beauty that looked like it had stepped out of a heroic epic. He looked at my appraisal results and nodded with satisfaction. "Why don't you join our party?" That day, my life changed—or so I believed. There were three companions. The Hero, Guy Arcadia. A universally recognized hero candidate. Top-tier in both sword and magic. At first, he spoke to me in a friendly manner. Laughing, he said, "Your skill might turn into something huge someday." The Saint, Alice Luminous. Silver hair, green eyes, and a divine beauty. A woman at the pinnacle of the Church. She was the only one in the party who spoke to me normally. On nights at camp, she would sit next to me in front of the bonfire and smile, saying, "Good work today." When I got a scratch in battle, she was the first to heal my wounds. One night, when I voiced my insecurities, asking, "Am I really needed in this party?", she told me, "Because you are here, we can fight with peace of mind." I... honestly, I might have harbored feelings for her. I believed that kindness was real. The Mage, Mira Gracesphere. An intellectual beauty with black hair in braids, purple eyes, and glasses. She had never once engaged in small talk with me. Cold and expressionless, she only gave necessary instructions. I thought that strong people probably didn't want to waste time talking to weak ones. The journey was smooth—for the first few weeks. Dungeons in various regions, battles with monsters, rescues from crises. My companions achieved one feat after another. Guy's holy sword slashed through monsters. Alice's healing magic saved dying villagers. Mira's analysis saw through traps. And I—I fought with my sword. I fought normally. But that was all. I understood nothing about my [Servant] skill. I read books. I tried using it recklessly. But the skill didn't budge an inch. One day, during a dungeon raid. I couldn't fully block an Ogre's strike with my sword. I was blown back and slammed against the cave's rock wall. Through my hazy vision, I saw Guy's holy sword flash as it cut down the monster. Alice cast healing magic on me. But her expression—it was clearly more obligatory than before. Mira didn't even spare me a glance, informing Guy of the strategy for the next battle. From that day on, my role gradually diminished. Guy stopped talking to me. Alice's smiles became obligatory. Mira had only seen me as "data" from the beginning. I had noticed. That I was the only "foreign object" in the party. And then, that day came. In the morning, Guy called for me. At the edge of the campsite, by the forest entrance, the three of them were waiting in a line. "You. We need to talk." Guy said in a cold voice, different from usual. "You are no longer needed." I couldn't understand what I had just been told. "Your skill doesn't activate. And your swordsmanship is inferior to ours." "We can't afford to drag around dead weight any longer." "You're out of the party." I tried to argue. "Wait, I can still—" But at the words that followed, I froze. "However, we cannot have a banished person from the Hero's party." Guy's voice grew even colder. "We are state-sanctioned heroes. We can't have rumors spreading that my judgment was poor." "You—have to die." I looked at Alice. She was looking at me, putting on a sad expression. "You-san, I'm sorry. God does not help the weak... For your sake, ending it here is surely the kindest thing to do." The moment I understood the meaning of those words, I realized. That her kindness had been an act from the very beginning. The smiles by the bonfire, the hands that healed my wounds, the words of encouragement—all of it was an act to keep a useful pawn working. Mira adjusted her glasses and said flatly, "Expulsion alone would damage the state's authority. We will report you as dead. This is the most efficient way." She wasn't looking at me. She was looking at the calculation notebook in her hand. All three of them—it had been decided from the start that it would end like this. I was taken deep into the forest, to the edge of a giant pit. A natural fissure that reached down to the depths of the earth. Even peering in, the bottom was invisible. "Don't take it personally." Guy placed his hand on my back as he turned away. And then—he pushed. —Falling. The wind whips my face. My vision goes dark. I thought, so this is death. Memories flooded back like a revolving lantern. The day Guy recruited me. Alice's kind smile. Mira's cold back. It was all a lie. Everything had been orchestrated from the start. I was—brought along as a tool and then discarded. Anger welled up. But there was no time to let that anger explode— *BOOM* My body slammed into the ground. Shoulders, hips, head. Hot liquid flowed from everywhere. It was blood. My blood was soaking the ground. As my consciousness faded, I looked at the ceiling with half-open eyes. A tiny speck of light far above. That was the mouth of the pit I had fallen from. Beyond that light, Guy and the others must be standing, looking down. I'm going to die here. Unknown to anyone. Without a grave. Discarded as a weakling. The moment I thought that— *Rumble... Rumble rumble...* The ground shook. Various colors glowed from where my blood touched. One, two, three, four—. Four magic circles overlapped and shone, filling the bottom of the pit with purple light. Ancient characters. The sound of a seal breaking. Something is about to awaken. The first to appear was—a small girl. She staggered out from within the light. Light purple medium-length hair, messy with bedhead. A sleepy expression with half-closed eyes. Wearing an oversized black hoodie and clutching a body pillow, she looked down at me. But from that small body, a dense magical power unique to mythical beings seeped out quietly but heavily. "*Yawn*... Master? This is a pain... Can I go to sleep?" From the next magic circle, sparks flew. A burning red high ponytail, sharp orange upturned eyes. Red and black warrior attire, a greatsword on her shoulder. Tanned skin with a warrior's gaze. As soon as she saw me, she snorted, resting her sword on her shoulder. "You're the Master? ...Hmph, I guess there's no helping it since the contract's done. But don't think I've accepted you!" An elegant fragrance wafted from the third magic circle. Platinum blonde wavy curls, jet-black eyes. Porcelain skin, a black Victorian dress. Behind her, the largest set of black feathered wings. She covered her mouth with a gloved finger and flashed an intellectual smile. "Hehe... For me to be the contract partner is quite interesting, new Master." And finally—. A pillar of purple light rose from the largest magic circle in the center. Long straight silver hair, purple eyes, and translucent white skin. Crowned with crown-like horns, wearing a black and purple gothic dress, she proudly spread her black feathered wings. The moment she appeared, the weight of the air changed. Pressure—her very existence proved she was a superior being. She caught me in her purple gaze and moved her refined lips. "...So, are you to be our new Master?" A change came over my body. They introduced themselves as the Seven Deadly Sins—Pride, Sloth, Wrath, and Greed. The "Seven Deadly Sins"—mythical beings from fairy tales. As I listened to them, my stats began to rise at an invisible speed. The pain receded. The wounds closed. At the bottom of the bloody pit, I—was becoming stronger. The skill [Servant] was activating for the first time. As You was confused, the one who called herself Greed spoke about the [Servant] skill. The immense power each of them held was being reflected in my stats. I am no longer the weakling discarded by the Hero's party. A new existence, leading the four strongest demons. Guy and the others probably think I'm dead. But I am alive. And I have obtained power they never could have imagined. —Now, what will You desire? Revenge, becoming the Demon King, becoming a new adventurer, living a slow life with the demons, saving people—you can do anything. You are free.
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