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Chapter 653 - Beware of contracts
🕑 Added 2025-07-01 08:37:32 +0000 UTCWeslin leans forward and cracks his neck. “Alright, listen up. Primordial Knights aren't assholes like some of the guilds are, but they’re not a charity. Their contract isn’t a straight-up trap, but there are things you really don’t want to gloss over.”
“Like what?”
“First, the duration. On the surface, it’ll say one year. Standard stuff. But you’ll probably find a clause for auto-renewal unless you cancel with a full thirty-day notice before the term ends.”
“That’s fine. I can read a calendar.”
“Want me to congratulate you?" he snorts. "Sure, but that clause could be buried behind performance incentives. You hit those bonuses, and suddenly the contract extends by three months automatically, ‘to maintain stability.’ Which sounds great until you realize it stacks and resets the renewal window.”
“What does that even mean?”
“No idea, but I got warned about it as well before signing my contract, so ask them to remove it.”
“Okay.”
Weslin sighs. “Second thing. Salary in shards. It’s solid on paper, monthly base rate, usually tied to floor, role, performance, blah blah. Yours will be higher than average cause of the whole whatever-that-black-mana-bullshit-actually-is package. But again, read the fine print. They’ll say bonuses are performance-based, but they don't define performance.”
“Can I hire someone to do it instead of me? I can pay.”
“Probably? But then that person would usually want a cut off your salary."
"Noted."
“Good. Now for the exit clauses. The contract will say you can leave at any time. What it won’t say up front is the cooldown period before you can join any other guild. Sixty days, no exceptions. Or if you get too good a salary, the contract might straight up try to make it impossible for you to leave.”
"Didn't you say Primordial Knights aren't assholes?"
“You should see the contracts Bloodline gives to their best. The salary and other stuff are insane, but damn, I would rather be thrown to Cinderbear as a level 1 than break it,” Weslin mutters. “Another trap, they’ll give you access to some good stuff. Class informations, guild-wide skill libraries, exclusive training lessons from A ranks we have, and some other stuff. But it comes with a Knowledge Lock clause.”
“I figured. ”
“Means anything you learn through their resources can’t be taught, sold, or shared without explicit permission, even after you leave.”
I stretch my shoulders. “So that’s the mess. Any upside?”
“Plenty. Resources, information, guild quests, teammates you know won’t stab your back for an upper epic item, access to the guild crafters, training rooms, sparring arenas. Not to mention our item vault, they might loan, gift, or sell items that work really well with your primordial energies. I'm also sure you can imagine how much knowledge our library or the members have on primordial energies, you won't find anyone better for that in Beyond.”
“Tempting,” I agree with Weslin.
I still think of myself as someone who specializes mostly in mana, and that’s something I want to explore on my own, maybe slowly, but in my own way.
It's not the way I look at Primordial energies, so some information would be nice. At least when it comes to thermal. I don't think they have anyone better than Lioren was at using kinetic energy.
Even now, there's so much I'm trying to absorb and practise. The things Lioren was able to do as easy as breathing.
That asshole of a demon was truly something else.
“Any exclusivity stuff in there?” I ask.
Weslin nods. “Yeah. You can’t work for other guilds or groups without clearance. And if you pick a fight outside of approved missions, you take the blame, not the guild.”
“So they’ll disavow me if I torch the wrong feylith?”
“Only if you do it publicly,” Weslin says with a bright smile. “Keep it clean, and usually the guilds will pretend they didn’t see. Of course that might change if some guilds lose important members and stuff, but don't worry about that newbie, unless it’s something truly outrageous, Nyssa and the others don’t give a damn. They’ll happily fight it out with other guilds, even if they’re one of the top five.”
"Weslin, why am I starting to think the Primordial Knights are a lot messier than they look?"
“Newbie, our guild master’s a demon, most of her party are demons, and out of every guild in Beyond, we’ve got the highest number of demons as members. Did you really think we were gonna be normal? As annoying as that can be, we’re probably the last guild anyone wants to mess with.”
As he cackles, I just stare at him.
When he seems to be done, I ask, “Any personal clause I should negotiate to add into the contract?”
“Yeah,” he says, suddenly serious. “Get a personal exemption clause. I think that's how it’s called. It’s for these explory examiny types like you. Just a line saying your independent research is your own business, not the guild’s. You’ve got a weird brain, magic, or skill? They’ll want to study it. Make sure the contract says anything you develop yourself stays yours. With your black mana thing, it might be a bit more difficult, but you should agree, just ask for a lot in return. You might also learn something useful about it.”
Taking a deep breath, he checks if I am listening and then fires out.
“Look for the clause that says they can relocate you to another floor without warning if the top decides it’s strategic, the one that lets them use your combat recordings in training or promotions without credit or pay, promotion rights clauses that include your name, likeness, even your damn voice, automatic housing fees whether you stay in guild facilities, training waivers that void all liability if you break something in sparring even if it’s their fault, priority reassignment clauses that let them pull you out of a guild quest mid-run to cover someone else’s mess, non disparagement rules so vague you can get fined for calling someone important a bitch, limits on out of guild quests that stop you from taking shard work outside the guild, mandatory participation in guild events or public appearances if they say it ‘builds positive image,’ medical clause exclusions for any difficult to heal wound earned under ‘reckless’ judgment - oh, that's me for example, I will need some specialized healing to deal with what Luan did, but it also could be anything from soloing a room too fast to jumping into a fight during guild events without asking first, data rights giving them access to your system logs or mana reports if they call it ‘guild optimization,’ clauses that let squad leaders override your combat decisions mid fight and still try to hold you accountable if it fails, item use restrictions that stop you from using guild loaned gear during personal time, late return penalties if you’re more than a day late reporting in even with reason, shard docking for gear maintenance you didn’t request, and sometimes, they sneak in permission to simulate your combat style for testing or sparring constructs.”
"You remembered all that shit?"
Weslin looks a little too proud of himself. "You have no fucking idea how many times I’ve had to say that to other rookies. But there is one more thing, the most important one.”
He looks at me to make sure I pay attention.
“The thing is, Primordial Knights being run by a bunch of lunatics also means they don’t really care if you break half that crap. Sure, the contract says they’ve got the right to push it, and sometimes they will try, but if you are able to fight them off, they usually drop it."
"Fight them off?"
"Anyway, I’m tired. Get some rest. I’m almost fully healed, so they won’t make fun of me, and we can head to Black Tower soon."
He walks away, and I wonder if he was just messing with me, and maybe most of the things he mentioned aren’t worth worrying about. I just need to… fight them off?
What a guild.
I turn inward, slipping into my mind space.
(Sophie, there are some things I need to tell you about the contract and stuff. You’ll need to remember them before I forget.)
***
Reaching the Black Tower takes just a few hours, and as it comes into view in the distance, I call into my mind space.
(Yo, look,) I say to the intruder in my mind.
With a groan, Sophie awakens, and I allow her to look through my eyes.
There, nestled between two mountains, lies the biggest safe zone we’ve seen so far. As Weslin said, it likely holds ten thousand people, whether they are Locals or natives. It’s built in a mostly circular shape with multiple levels. Each level is slightly different, with the inner ones having taller buildings and seemingly better defenses. At the center of it all stands a tower.
It’s not even close to the size of the one from the third city on the second floor, but it’s still pretty tall. This one is made of some smooth black material, with a stairway coiling around the outside. There are barely any windows or visible entrances, or anything of that kind.
Weslin notices where I’m looking and says, “Yeah, that belongs to this zone’s Enforcer. He’s one of the oldest on this floor, and not once has this place lost its status as a safe zone.”
“Because he killed everyone over the permitted number?”
“That, or just forced them out of the city.”
“Isn’t that the same, from what you told me?”
“Close. But if you’re lucky, very powerful and lucky, or good at hiding, you can survive the night. Or if you join bigger parties that sometimes go on hunts for materials. But even then, try to stay out only for a few hours before you catch the attention of something too scary.”
“The same rules apply for this safe zone as well?”
“Obviously. These rules are older than most existing guilds. As cruel as they might be, they’re necessary.”
“I guess. Do you think there will be free spots for us?”
“We’ll see.”
“See?”
“Yup.”
“So you don’t know for sure?”
“I’m confident there will be some, but if not, we better hurry to the other safe zones they point us to.”
(Nat, I don’t like this guy.)
(He’s not that bad.) I defend him.
Then I turn to Weslin. “So, shouldn’t we hurry?”
“It’s fine,” he waves it off.
I follow him at the relaxed pace he keeps, and like that, we enter the city. Right away, I check the notification.
Welcome to the safe zone!
Current number of people: 9,766 / 10,000
“Please, this way,” a man appears in front of us as we pass the gate.
Weslin follows him, and I go behind him. We reach a mana stone embedded in the wall, and Weslin touches it briefly. I do the same after him.
It doesn’t place a mark on me, just takes a bit of my mana.
“It’s your first time here, I see,” the man says after checking the mana stone in his hands. “This device serves as registration in case the city limit is exceeded and we have to decide who has the right to stay.”
What a nice way to put it into words.
The guard then turns to Weslin. “Welcome to the Black Tower, Sir Weslin. Can I assume the two of you are here together?”
“Yes. He is to join the Primordial Knights.”
“Understood. May I know how long you plan to stay?"
"My stay token ends in three days, and then I’ll return here after one week in my tutorial. He will likely stay a week or two before they decide what exactly to do with him.”
“In that case, I’ll register him as a long stay and include his presence in the calculations we share with other safe zones.”
“Sure. Is that all?”
“Yes. Thank you for your patience.”
Waving him off, Weslin leaves and heads into the city without hesitation.
I observe the buildings along the way. Even though it’s “just” ten thousand people, it seems more than enough with how densely packed this place is. People move all around with the same sense of urgency attendees usually have. Your stay token has a limited duration, after all.
“What percent of people here are Locals?” I ask. “And don’t say you don’t know because you don’t care.”
“That much even I remember, you little shit. According to the latest statistics, the Black Tower has almost four thousand Locals living here permanently, so quite a bit. It’s dangerous here, but bigger zones are safer, and the opportunities are equally great as the danger. Out of the big safe zones, this one is likely one of the safest.”
“And how many safe zones are there? How many attendees are on this floor?”
“Are you trying to estimate how many tutorials are going on at once?”
“Yes.”
“Well, good fucking luck. This floor is enormous, and I don’t think anyone knows for sure.”
“But the second floor had only three safe zones. Even though they were big and had hundreds of thousands of attendees…”
He interrupts me. “Three safe zones we know about.”
I sense Sophie becoming more attentive to what Weslin says.
“There are more?”
“Some people surely think so, but others strongly disagree. A few Handlers might know, but those assholes like to stay tight lipped. Anyway, we’re heading to the Branch of the Primordial Knights now. You can start asking them instead of me, so they know what poor ol’ me went through. And don’t forget my warning about the contracts, and try to act somewhat normal. And be careful, the Doc might be there. He’ll hold himself back if you’re a guild member, but he can be... well, you’ll see."
(I bet you and the Doc will end up best friends, from what I’ve heard about him.) Sophie mumbles before disconnecting again, fading back into my mind space.
It’s too late to respond to such slander, so I just pretend I didn’t hear it.
***
Comments
Moon Winchester
Wait, is black mana, primordial mana.
Xaver Klein
its only slander if its not true. i have a feeling at least the next four chapters are going to be juicy.
im_among_you
Nah, Nat has a good memory, he just... doesn't wanna, so if he can pass the work off to Sophie... well, she owes him rent, right?
Oaktree
Sophie, there are some things I need to tell you about the contract and stuff. You’ll need to remember them before I forget.) Nats already forgotten half of it hasn’t he.
Edmund Dillon
Tftc!!
mitchell kaiser
Can’t wait for tomorrow!
Ivan Jelenić
"At least when it comes to thermal, I just don't think they had anyone better than Lioren was at using kinetic energy." Might be worth reformulating this one. It might confuse some people.
Ivan Jelenić
"You'll give me a hand. And it will cost you an arm and a leg."
Ivan Jelenić
Maybe typey types? Or something like that?
firte
It’s for these explory examiny types types like you. Did you mean to use types twice?
Ronnel
TFTC!!
Blooper
I think he meant SECOND floor has three safe zones (the three cities, with the third being the one with the multi-personalities king and the portal to the current floor)
Bob
“But the third floor had only three safe zones. Even though they were big and had hundreds of thousands of attendees…” Why is it past tense? Is it not the current beyond floor? Where is it described?
arnumart
While I love the lore drop I want some snarky comments from Sophie.
Joe Woodhouse
Doc: WTAF have you done to your body. Guards! Hold him down, I must examine him! Nat: I will permit non-destructive examination if you share with me all findings and analysis. Doc: Absolutely not, you impudent little... Nat: [manifests black mana, unseals the Thermal Heart, and activates all active Constructs] Perhaps you wish to reconsider. Doc: How are you even still alive?? Nat: I get that a lot. Do we have a deal? Doc: If I tell you what you need to do to survive the otherwise-inevitable death you have rashly doomed yourself to, will you permit destructive examination? Nat: ... define "destructive".
Bob
As a master manipulator she must be a master a creating loop-hole
Kael Foxwell
I want Nat to use Soph to get around the knowledge sharing restrictions
BlackRazaras
Thanks for the chapter
Adrian Rake
What a charming chapter 😉
Andrew
Thank you!
Fdrugc
Tftc
ChildConsumer
Thanks for the chappy!
Daniel Francis
Tftc!
Snake With An Aurora Borealis
“It’s too late to respond to such slander, so I pretend I just didn’t hear it.” Is fricking hilarious.
Nerø
Yay!
Chris
Thanks for the chapter!
vEnviouz
TFTC!!!
