Ophelia’s figure rapidly reconstructed, returning to her normal size.

Her fleshy dragon tail gave a slight twitch as she slowly opened her sapphire-blue eyes.

The moment she woke, she found a crowd gathered around her.

"You’re awake. You’re already a girl now." Phield stepped forward, a faint smile curling at his lips. "Nice to see you again. Let’s get reacquainted. My name is Phield."

"???"

Still dazed, Ophelia froze for a split second before several chains instantly bound her.

Her expression shifted from confusion to shock, then to intense fury.

"Pah, disgusting maggot, filthy sewer rat. So it’s you."

The moment she saw Phield, her face filled with disgust and disdain. She tried to kick him with her long, shapely leg, only to realize she was completely restrained. She twisted her body, struggling, but couldn’t break free.

Although she had protected herself earlier with an artifact, she was still in a weakened state right after leaving its protection.

Everyone could tell. Ophelia currently had no ability to resist.

"Mmm, it’s too tight... Rosalia, you pathetic traitor. You betrayed the corrupted!"

"Lowborn trash, keep barking. In a moment, I’ll cut out your tongue and feed it to the dogs."

Rosalia was clearly irritated. She hoisted the Greatsword of Gluttony onto her shoulder, ready to strike her down for loot.

"Leave it to me. Stay out of this for now." Phield gestured for his Divine Chosen to calm down, then turned to Ophelia. "I won’t waste words. Submit or suffer. Your choice."

"I choose death." Ophelia spat without hesitation. "I will never live in humiliation."

"Damn, do you have no manners? Spitting everywhere." Phield quickly stepped aside, barely avoiding it. "Disgusting."

Ophelia smirked. "That’s fragrant nectar."

Ridiculous. You’re not some fairy.

"As expected, corrupted Divine Chosen really do have... personality."

Speechless, Phield rubbed his chin and looked her up and down. This woman had been a slave before death. There was still a shackle around her right ankle. Yet her figure was full and mature, and her bearing was refined. Her true background was clearly not simple.

Her pale feet rested on the cold floor, toes curling like crescent moons, giving off a pitiful impression. Yet paired with that contemptuous gaze, the contrast was striking.

"Have you stared enough? Being examined by your gaze is revolting."

Ophelia turned her head away, her chest rising and falling with anger.

Damn, this woman just wouldn’t stop talking.

Should he just trigger the defeat sequence already? Otherwise she clearly couldn’t tell who was in charge.

"Watch your language in front of me. You’ll regret it."

Phield’s anger surged. He was only patient with his own people, not with anyone who tried to disgust him. A chilling smile appeared on his face.

"What are you smiling at?"

"I, Phield, hate wasting food. Every crumb in the bowl gets licked clean." He slowly stepped back and pulled out a pouch of Joy Powder. "You can control the corrupted corpses, right?"

"What does that have to do with you?"

"I wonder if you can still control them once they go mad. If not, you’re in for a treat."

Phield dragged in a corrupted corpse from outside and poured a handful of Joy Powder into its mouth.

The corpse’s eyes lit up instantly. Foam mixed with blood hung at the corner of its mouth as it stared at Ophelia with disturbing intent.

"You... you’re despicable. I haven’t recovered yet." Ophelia panicked.

"Keep insulting me. For every word, I’ll bring in another corpse." Phield snorted coldly and dragged in two more. "I’m your enemy, not a charity worker. Refuse to cooperate and there’s only one outcome. Die immediately, or play through the defeat sequence and then die."

"You..."

Ophelia wanted to continue cursing, but seeing Phield’s cold expression, she fell silent.

"By the way, don’t you treat corrupted corpses as your companions? Then why that look?"

"Who told you that? Do you consider gorillas your own kind?" Ophelia shot back immediately. Watching the approaching corpses, she gritted her teeth. "If you’re not afraid of dying, then form a contract. The Corruption Goddess will kill you instantly."

"The Corruption Goddess is practically on my side." Phield shrugged, completely unconcerned. "She’d probably love for me to contract all corrupted beings. Just a guess."

"Hmph. Don’t get ahead of yourself. I’m looking forward to seeing you suffer when the backlash hits."

Ophelia stopped talking. A divine mark flashed across her forehead. Unlike Rosalia’s, her mark carried no cruel or bloody aura, but instead radiated a grand, imposing presence.

Sensing the contract link being offered, Phield accepted without hesitation. Ophelia’s status panel immediately appeared in his mind.

Name: Ophelia

Level: Second Tier Corrupted Divine Chosen

Class: Commander

Artifact: Sphere of the Abyss, capable of projecting vision through controlled corrupted corpses. In combat, the orb transforms into a sapphire dragon claw, granting solid offensive capability.

Divine Skills:

1. Sapphire Dragonification. Temporarily enhances herself, grants flight, and strengthens all troops under her command.

2. Halo of the Mad Dead. Passive. All troops gain an additional 5 percent attack speed, 15 percent movement speed, and 15 percent vitality.

Talents:

Corrupted Immortality. Upon death, her soul returns to the gray mist, awaiting the next descent.

Corpse Puppeteer. Can control corrupted corpses. The number she can control equals the number of troops she can influence.

Territory Buff: None

Army Buff: Troops under her command receive the blessing of the Sapphire Dragon, increasing defense and recovery by 10 percent.

Current troop capacity: 1110 units. Up to 10 second tier, 100 first tier, and 1000 zero tier, regardless of race.

"Complicated."

Phield was stunned. This was the most interesting Divine Chosen he had ever seen.

Her direct combat power wasn’t high, but being able to enhance 1110 troops was terrifying.

"It actually worked... the contract really succeeded." Ophelia stared at her hands in disbelief. "What did you do to me while I was under protection?"

Phield raised his hands slightly. "Relax. If you attack us now, you’ll die instantly."

Corruption contracts were always ruthless.

"Damn it. So this was all part of your plan."

Ophelia crossed her arms. The killing intent in her eyes faded, but her expression remained cold, carrying a goddess-like aloofness.

"Stubborn, aren’t you? We’ll take our time breaking you in." Phield wasn’t in a rush, nor would he ever grovel. That kind of instant loyalty only existed in stories. "Ophelia, can you control the corrupted corpses in the city? If you can, I’ll leave it to you."