Lin Mo spread open his palm, where a straw doll lay quietly, yet it felt like a black hole, continuously exuding a viscous, chilling malice.
His fingertips shimmered with spiritual energy as he swiftly erected a transparent barrier, sealing away the hatred that had nearly taken physical form.
This thing was pure evil.
The system’s explanation flashed through his mind: When ordinary objects absorb enough resentment, they become vessels of malice.
This was a demonic cultivator’s artifact.
All artifacts had passive effects.
Blessed artifacts passively shielded their owners, so naturally, this cursed object would ceaselessly corrode its wielder.
Ordinary people who touched it would invite misfortune.
Those were the system’s exact words.
Of course, for someone like Lin Mo, who could isolate it with spiritual energy, the passive effect wouldn’t activate.
Lin Mo pocketed the straw doll.
His gaze returned to the woman on the sofa, her eyes hollow. He needed to know where this thing had come from—and who had taught her those intricate rituals.
A middle-aged woman, shattered by the loss of her son and husband, would never have devised such a sinister curse on her own.
"Who gave this to you?" Lin Mo’s voice was calm but carried an undeniable authority.
The woman’s lips trembled as she answered in a monotone, "A fortune-teller at the market who sold incense gave it to me. But later, she disappeared."
A fortune-teller?
Lin Mo pressed for more details.
Under the influence of his soul-searching technique, the woman’s fragmented narration still pieced together the full story.
Her name was He Meihua. Her son and husband had died in a car accident.
Grief-stricken, she had sought out the so-called fortune-teller at a nearby market, hoping to perform rites for her lost loved ones and find some peace.
From then on, during holidays, she would visit the fortune-teller’s shop to buy incense and ritual offerings.
Until one day, the fortune-teller handed her a box—inside was the straw doll.
The moment she touched it, He Meihua felt an inexplicable urge to take it home.
Corrupted by the resentment within the doll, her sorrow twisted into an all-consuming envy of anyone who seemed happy.
And so, she began feeding the doll with her own flesh and blood, sustaining it as it devoured her life and sanity.
"I see."
Lin Mo understood now. No grieving mother, no matter how broken, would envy a stranger without reason.
This cursed artifact had warped her mind, turning her into a beast lashing out indiscriminately.
At least no irreversible harm had been done.
He glanced around, then grabbed a black trash bag from the kitchen, tossing the horrifying artifact inside and tying it shut.
As if it weren’t a tool of murderous curses—just ordinary kitchen waste.
If Lin Mo hadn’t intervened, Auntie Zheng might have met a grim fate in a few days.
But then he reconsidered—in his past life, Auntie Zheng had indeed fallen ill around this time.
Yet she hadn’t died.
So what had changed?
Lin Mo’s eyes returned to He Meihua.
At her core, she was a victim too.
Innocent, in a way.
The fortune-teller had likely targeted her precisely because she was alone, using her as a living sacrifice to refine the artifact.
The cursed doll amplified her hatred, turning her into a vessel of indiscriminate malice.
Should she be blamed?
Should she be left to die?
No. She had suffered enough.
Lin Mo stepped forward, a spark of spiritual light gathering at his fingertip as he gently pressed it to He Meihua’s forehead.
Her body shuddered, the emptiness and madness in her eyes fading, replaced by confusion and exhaustion.
Every memory of the straw doll and the fortune-teller had been erased.
Before leaving, Lin Mo placed a trace of his spiritual awareness on her—a triggerable mark.
That fortune-teller hadn’t given He Meihua the doll out of kindness.
To her, He Meihua was just a perfect vessel—a living cauldron to temper the artifact.
So the mastermind behind this would surely return to reclaim it.
The moment she approached, or harbored any ill intent toward He Meihua, the mark would activate.
When the fortune-teller realized He Meihua was no longer under her control, she would strike.
This trap had to be set.
With that, everything fell into place.
—System: The Banner of the Human Emperor is not an evil artifact—
The same night.
A bustling night market roared with life, clinking beer bottles and raucous chatter filling the air.
Under a fisherman’s hat, a man sat amid the lively crowd.
Beside him were a sharp-eyed man and a young Taoist in deep blue robes.
The fisherman-hatted man pointed his chopsticks at a sizzling plate of braised pork intestines and grinned.
"Master Shouzhen, try this—their specialty. They clean it thoroughly."
The young Taoist, Shouzhen, sat rigidly upright, his posture a stark contrast to the relaxed atmosphere around him.
"Master Shouzhen, no need to be so tense. Taoists can eat meat, right? And even marry."
Shouzhen finally looked up, a hint of embarrassment on his face as he shook his head.
"Brother Liu, you misunderstand. This humble disciple follows the Quanzhen sect. We adhere to vegetarianism, abstain from alcohol and relationships—unlike the Zhengyi or Celestial Master sects."
Liu Zheng, the man in the fisherman’s hat, blinked before slapping his forehead with a laugh.
"Ah, my bad! Got too excited about treating you and forgot. Sorry, Master Shouzhen."
He immediately waved to the vendor. "Boss! One Buddha’s delight and a plate of egg-fried noodles—no meat!"
"Many thanks, Brother Liu."
The sharp-eyed man beside them took a swig of beer.
"Master Shouzhen, we really appreciate your help with this case. With Master Chunzhenzi unavailable, we’re glad you stepped in."
At this, Shouzhen’s expression darkened slightly.
"This humble disciple and my master have studied the photos you provided.
"A wooden effigy, tied to a birth chart, pierced by seven iron nails through the heart and skull—this is indeed a curse ritual.
"Curses were not inherently evil. Through objects, one could commune with spirits—to bless or to harm.
"But human greed twisted the art, and now only the darkest remnants remain."
His tone was calm, yet Liu Zheng and the sharp-eyed man sensed his deep disdain for such practices.
"The method in the photo is even more vile than ordinary curses," Shouzhen continued.
"Those seven nails don’t just kill—they trap the soul, severing its path to reincarnation."
Shouzhen’s gaze sharpened, his eyes carrying a resolve beyond his years as he looked at the two men.
"With such wickedness running rampant, it falls upon us to restore balance to this world."
Liu Zheng and the sharp-eyed man exchanged a glance before nodding firmly.
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. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
