"Give me a drop of blood, and I'll give you a Gold Coin."
Lynn raised an eyebrow as he watched the blood-red letters slowly emerge on the paper.
Curiously, he took the note from the box and examined it closely.
After a moment, he tried to tear it apart or crumple it into a ball.
But no matter how he tried to destroy it, it seemed impossible to inflict any damage.
It appeared that this Ancient Curse object had a very high hierarchy.
Because according to the original setting, those indestructible Ancient Curse objects often possess terrifying and dangerous characteristics.
However, compared to the world-destroying Ancient Curse objects Lynn recalled, this one seemed to be within the safe range.
From the message on the note, it was possible to infer that, like the puppet encountered earlier, it operated on an inherent logic and set of rules.
As long as you didn't break the rules, there probably wouldn't be any danger.
With that thought, Lynn turned his gaze to the puppet lying on the ground.
Having been shot in the head at close range twice, the puppet now lay on the floor like a corpse.
But because it possessed some human physiological traits, thin streams of blood were oozing out from the bullet holes in its head.
After all, no one specified whose blood it had to be.
Thinking this, he placed the note back into the wooden box and then grabbed the puppet's wooden leg and lifted it upside down.
Moments later, a drop of blood fell into the wooden box.
After doing all this, Lynn watched intently for any movement from the quaint wooden box.
Accompanied by the flash of a shiny golden shadow, the drop of blood in the box disappeared.
In its place was a brand-new Empire Gold Coin, stamped with the valiant image of Saint Laurent VI.
Lynn was so surprised that he couldn't close his mouth.
He pocketed the Gold Coin with lightning speed.
At the same time, the look in his eyes towards the box became profoundly meaningful.
As expected, this was far from over.
As the "transaction" ended, the blood letters on the note inside the box gradually vanished.
Immediately following, a new line of blood-red letters emerged.
"Give me two drops of blood, and I'll give you a Gold Coin."
Lynn muttered to himself as he shook the puppet's body vigorously, dropping two drops of blood into the box.
The puppet's body, not truly human and feeling light in his hands, made Lynn figure that it wouldn't take many uses before the blood ran out.
So, before that happened, he intended to make a good profit.
A fresh Gold Coin quickly popped out of the box.
Lynn pocketed it again.
"Give me three drops of blood, and I'll give you a Gold Coin."
Looking at the pocket full of Gold Coins, Lynn couldn't help but smile from ear to ear.
But on the other hand, the note's requirements had become incrementally more terrifying as time went on.
"Give me a thousand drops of blood, and I'll give you a Gold Coin."
At first, the demand grew arithmetically, but after a few transactions, the box's need for blood began to increase exponentially.
Clearly, the puppet's small frame was insufficient.
Looking at the still-motionless puppet, Lynn suddenly got an itch to use it like a yo-yo to perform an around-the-world trick, using centrifugal force to squeeze out all its value.
However, after a moment's thought, he held back.
From the box's mode of operation, it was apparent that this trade probably had no end.
And after all, human capacity is finite, and there surely wasn't anyone in the world capable of killing all life to satisfy the box's demands.
Lynn wanted to know what would happen if the conditions set by the box exceeded one's capacity to fulfill them.
After all, it was only the puppet's blood he used, and the transaction was merely concerning that thing; it had nothing to do with him.
So he placed the puppet to the side and quietly waited for the outcome.
Time ticked by, second by second.
Just as Lynn's perceived minute was about to be up, a sudden change occurred!
Accompanied by a muted explosion, while Lynn watched, the already withered puppet suddenly deflated like a punctured ball, collapsing rapidly until it could no longer deform, and then silently shattered.
Seeing the parts of the puppet scattered all over the floor, Lynn gave a silent second of mourning in his mind.
Then, he turned his attention back to the paper.
Slowly, a new line of blood-red letters appeared.
"Give me a drop of blood, and I'll give you a Gold Coin."
Indeed, his guess was correct.
In the end, it was still that same old set of rules from the Debt Collector.
Having read plenty of web novels in his past life, he knew too many similar setups.
If he didn't complete the transaction as the note directed, the Magic Box would forcibly take its repayment.
Once the threshold of endurance was exceeded, the debt would be cleared with death, and a new cycle would begin.
Just like a puppet unable to provide a thousand drops of blood, it would then be forcibly drained by the Magic Box, ultimately meeting a shattered fate.
If it was just that, it would seem rather dull.
Lynn stroked his chin, sinking into deep thought.
As he was silently contemplating, the scattered puppet parts on the ground suddenly made a noise, drawing his attention.
Under the influence of an invisible force, the broken body of the puppet was pieced back together bit by bit.
Not only that, even the damaged parts seemed to undergo a reversal of time, healing so completely that not even a crack remained.
Under Lynn's gaze, the puppet gradually became whole, its body restored to fullness.
Lynn suddenly remembered this thing had said before that even if it died, it would resurrect after ten minutes.
He gasped, and his eyes shone brightly looking at the puppet.
I take back what I thought before.
How could this possibly be uninteresting?
Watching the puppet slowly regain its ability to move, Lynn really wanted to send a message to his past life in Blue Star.
Report to the organization, I seem to have found a perpetual motion machine!
Feeling someone's greedy eyes, the recently resurrected puppet, still unclear about its situation, couldn't help but shiver.
"You, you filth of 'Deceit' faith, what do you think you are doing---"
Before it could finish its sentence, even before its ability to ban supernatural phenomena could activate, Lynn preemptively grabbed its head, lifting it up once again.
Then, he slammed it heavily against the wall.
Inside the observation room, watching Lynn's demonic actions, Morris gasped.
Considering this stance, did this guy actually go easy on him that night?
Thinking of the incident that had occurred and combining it with the blood smeared on Lynn's face and his glittering innocent eyes, he felt his legs go weak.
Did I just bring a potential psychopathic killer back to the manor?
And from the side, Milani was laughing non-stop, hand covering her flat stomach.
"...I knew it, this kid is definitely a talent! Hahaha!!!"
It seemed that Lynn's behavior had amused her, as she wiped her tears and laughed.
No one had thought of this before.
After all, for them, the Deadly Demon Doll seemed more like a measure of sealing.
Sensing the different emotions of the people beside him, Rhein's face turned iron blue.
Originally, Rhein only thought to have this guy bleed a little.
But now, it seemed that not only did it not trouble Lynn, it had also inadvertently gained him dozens of Gold Coins.
"Don't celebrate too early," Rhein said darkly. "This is far from over."
"You should know that this box has its own consciousness."
"Don't, don't kill me! I give in, does that not suffice?!"
After the fifth resurrection, the puppet seemed to finally break down, crouching with hands over its head, letting out an unprecedented wail.
At this moment, Lynn's desk was already piled with Gold Coins.
"Don't be , how can it end just ?" Lynn revealed a devilish smile. "You're a tough one, let's surpass the limits here!"
Saying that, he lifted the puppet once again.
"I, I know secret information about the 'Prisoner of Destiny'!!!"
The seemingly pain-fearing puppet, with closed eyes, shouted loudly.
Lynn paused in his action.
It was at this moment that the rule of the puppet's game finally descended, an invisible force completely banning all the supernatural phenomena around.
Seeing this, Lynn threw it into a corner of the room.
He wasn't truly bewitched by money, so he decided to let this thing go.
After all, information about a suspected divine presence was not something that could be measured by money.
As the puppet was thrown into the corner, Lynn and the ancient wooden box also broke free from the rules.
After all, its effective range was only within five meters.
"You just squat there and don't move."
Hearing this, the thing actually did as told, huddling up against the wall and closing in on itself.
Meanwhile, it muttered blankly to itself, "I'm so stupid, knowing that all 'Deceit' believers are perverts, but still..."
Seeing this, Lynn curled his lips, then shifted his gaze back to the wooden box.
A line of blood writing emerged anew on the note.
But unlike before, this time the blood writing had a new change.
"Give me one drop of Lynn Bartleion's blood, give you one Gold Coin."
Looking at this line of blood, Lynn smiled.
That's more like it, interesting.