Chapter 28

“If they’re apart, the calculation also shows your chance of death is two in four.”

“But if you spin the chamber before firing, your chance of dying decreases to two in six! Ha! I can’t believe as a Transcendent who believes in ‘the Art of Deception’, you can’t handle such simple math?”

The doll’s madness was rising.

Lynn chose to ignore the provocation and suddenly spoke, “I have another question. If a bullet hits you, do you die like a human?”

“Or do you have some tricks to keep yourself invincible forever?”

“I’m not a follower of ‘the Art of Deception’, I don’t do such things,” the doll replied disdainfully, “Though this body isn’t exactly human anymore, if a vital spot gets hit, I can still be killed.”

“I’ll just come back to life in ten minutes, ha ha—”

The doll was about to launch into another mocking laugh, but its expression suddenly froze.

It stared incredulously at Lynn.

To its surprise, Lynn was also gazing back at it in disbelief.

“Wait. You can die too?” His eyes were wide with shock, “Then why are you so brave talking to me like that? Don’t you know I can fight?”

At that moment, the dark muzzle of a gun was pressed against the doll’s head, making it freeze in place.

The doll hadn’t anticipated Lynn would pull something like this out of nowhere.

It tried to appear calm and looked at Lynn, “Y-Yu better think this through. This action might violate…”

Before it could finish its sentence, Lynn suddenly began to hammer the trigger and fired five shots!

“Bang! Bang!”

With the flashes of gunfire, the doll was propelled backward by the immense recoil.

“H-H-How can this happen?”

Morris, who was watching in the mirror, didn’t realize he was sweating until he felt it on his forehead.

The mirror couldn’t depict their conversation, but it created a silent film effect.

Regardless, he witnessed Lynn’s maneuver from start to finish.

Morris actually knew a little about this sealed item.

He had simply thought survival was purely based on luck.

At this, Milani shot him a look of disbelief.

This guy was loyal to Her Highness the Princess, too bad his brain seemed a bit slow.

“But if it’s only this, it should be no challenge for that guy, right?”

Saying this, Morris shot a strange look at Rhine.

He initially thought Rheine brought him here to take Lynn down, but it turned out to be all bark and no bite.

However, Rhine, who had witnessed everything, didn’t seem angry at all.

In fact, a weird smile appeared on his face.

“Just a month ago, Her Highness the Princess brought back something from a lost ancient ruin. After investigation, it turned out the surface of that item was stained with the blood of an ancient demon.”

“Perhaps due to the demon’s power infecting it, over the long years, that item underwent an evil transformation.”

“So much so that even Her Highness found it troublesome, and had to seal it using some containment method.”

“Let me ask you, do you remember the item description of ‘Deadly Magic Doll’?”

At those words, a page of text flashed in Morris’s mind. [Item Name: Deadly Magic Doll]

[Project Number: 0381]

[Tier Level: 6]

[Specific Origin: Cursed by a powerful existence that believes in ‘the Art of Deception’, ultimately transforming into a half-human, half-doll state that must follow certain rules and gamble with anyone sharing the same room.]

[Effect Description: Once the gamble starts, all transcendent phenomena within a five-meter radius of the doll will be prohibited with high priority.]

[Containment Suggestions: Due to its low danger level and lack of effects on other cursed items, it can be temporarily used as a sealing method when necessary.]

A Tier 6 threat means it’s on the level of the Art of Deception coins.

Since Her Highness often brought back all sorts of bizarre cursed items, Morris hadn’t bothered to learn about this one.

After recalling the details about the ‘Deadly Magic Doll’, he finally realized something.

He thought of the last line in the containment suggestions.

“So you mean to say the ‘Deadly Magic Doll’ is just a front, actually meant to suppress a greater threat by nullifying transcendent powers?”

“Rather than referring to it as powerful, I’d describe that item as dangerous.”

“It’s called the Greed Magic Box.”

Dangerous light flickered in Rhine’s eyes.

Milani remained silent but looked somewhat noncommittal.

Looking at the doll collapsed on the ground, unmoving, Lynn shook his head.

It felt as though this guy was just here for comedic relief.

But could Rhine really be this clueless?

Did he honestly think that such a pathetic prop could frighten him into shooting himself? With that thought, Lynn stood up from his chair.

The intangible force that had restrained him earlier had completely faded.

His once-inaccessible extraordinary abilities were now at his disposal again.

This was undoubtedly proof that the doll had died.

Considering it would revive in ten minutes, Lynn decided to wait a bit.

Not that he had any particular reason; from its words, it seemed that this guy had a deep understanding of ‘the Art of Deception’.

So Lynn thought he might pick his brain.

Especially since he had inadvertently mentioned “prisoner of destiny” the first time he used Liars’ Devourer, which brought to mind that strange image of a massive figure tortured by countless threads.

For Lynn, his knowledge of this belief system was scant; after all, it hadn’t even appeared in the original work.

But he did have some guesses.

Just like the “Lord of the Billion Stars” symbolizes “Heavenly Justice,” perhaps the “Prisoner of Destiny” represents the deity of “the Art of Deception.”

While Lynn was generating all sorts of speculations, he suddenly heard a “thud” sound from somewhere.

He instinctively looked up and suddenly remembered that there was a bloody ancient wooden box on the table.

At first, he thought it was the doll’s prop, only to find it hadn’t been used even when the doll got killed.

As the wooden box popped open by itself, a puzzled look crossed Lynn’s face.

He leaned down to take a peek inside.

Inside the empty box lay a yellowed note, quietly resting.

As if sensing Lynn’s gaze, blood-colored words gradually appeared on the note.

“Give me a drop of blood, give you a gold coin.”

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