Lynn, following Rhein’s instructions, arrived at the door of the containment room at the end of the corridor.
It seemed no one had visited this place in a long while, as the doorknob was coated in a thick layer of dust.
One could guess why with just a thought.
If it weren’t for the intense danger and uncontrollability, there was absolutely no need to hide it in such a secluded corner.
Lynn didn’t hesitate and pushed the door open directly.
The next second, the situation inside the containment room was immediately visible.
Lynn couldn’t help but pause.
Perhaps due to the contained item itself not being large, the entire room was only about ten square meters or so, appearing quite cramped.
Even so, a table still occupied the already small room.
A rustic wooden box the size of a palm lay quietly on the table, its rough surface engraved with strange patterns and even some mottled bloodstains.
Of course, these weren’t the focal point.
What truly made Lynn pause was the thing sitting opposite the table.
Yes, he had no choice but to describe it as a "thing."
Although it had a human form, from any perspective, the object before him could only be considered a doll.
Or rather, a doll that was half flesh and half puppet.
It undoubtedly still possessed certain human characteristics.
For example, breathing.
But apart from that, all its joints had clearly turned puppet-like, as if assembled from parts, giving off a bizarre flavor.
Looking at the creepy puppet sitting quietly on the high stool, Lynn felt a bit like making a sarcastic remark.
Are you going to play a game with me too?
While scoffing internally, Lynn casually closed the door behind him.
The entire containment room vibrated.
It seemed that the sound had awakened the puppet before him, and moments later, Lynn heard a "click-clack" sound from the high stool.
Under his gaze, the somewhat dusty puppet seemed to be pulled by some invisible thread.
Then it slowly rose from the chair.
The puppet opened its eyes and looked towards Lynn, its wooden jaw slowly moving.
"Oh, it’s been a long time since someone came here," it said in a somewhat sinister voice, "Who would have thought that at this point, fools would still come knocking."
"Do I sense the scent of ’Prisoner of Destiny’ on you... are you a Transcendent of the ’Deceit’ faith?"
Lynn recalled the Lie Swallowing ability he had extracted that night in the underground lab.
The symbol of this ability appeared to be a clown pattern that was half crying and half laughing.
Was that the emblem of the "Deceit" faith?
However, outwardly he feigned ignorance, "No, you might have the wrong person."
After all, from the creature’s tone, it seemed it didn’t favor the Transcendents of that faith.
"Not being one is for the best... Have a seat."
The puppet pointed stiffly at the chair opposite the table, gesturing.
Lynn walked forward, pulled out the chair, and sat down.
Instantly, an invisible force pressed down from above onto his shoulders.
It wasn’t heavy, but it suddenly made Lynn lose the ability to leave the chair.
He tried to struggle a couple of times but finding it useless, resignedly reclined in the chair.
At the same time, he tried to activate the Lie Swallowing in secret.
As expected, it was also restrained by an invisible force.
"From the moment you entered the door, the gambit had already begun. Until it ends, there’s no way to escape."
The puppet twisted its stiff neck joints.
Upon hearing this, Lynn asked in confusion, "What gambit?"
"Ignorance is bliss." Despite being a puppet, its face revealed a human-like sneer, "Didn’t they tell you the information about the ’Deadly Demon Doll’ before you came in?"
Having said that, the puppet pulled out a revolver from behind.
Under Lynn’s gaze, it opened the cylinder, and dumped out six yellowish bullets, which clattered onto the tabletop.
The puppet looked at him with eyes full of malice.
Seeing this, Lynn seemed to guess something, and his eyebrows furrowed tightly. "Are you going to play Russian roulette with me?"
This was a favorite attraction in some underground gambling dens.
Extremely bloody, extremely thrilling.
It took just a few minutes to experience the descent from heaven to hell, causing one’s adrenaline to surge.
Typically, in Russian roulette, only one bullet was used.
Before each shot, gamblers could choose to shoot directly at the temple or spin the chamber again before firing.
As for a higher number of bullets, that was a more advanced game.
After all, this wasn’t purely a game of luck; it involved the matter of probability.
If handled correctly, one could increase their chances of survival.
Seeing Lynn’s look of imminent doom, the puppet seemed to derive a lot of pleasure from it and cackled.
"You a shot, I a shot, apart from one of us being shot in the head, there are no means to end this gambit." The puppet’s fingertips flicked the bullets on the table, looking at him ominously, "So how many will you choose?"
Lynn’s expression was a bit solemn. "Before that, may I ask who will shoot first?"
The puppet sinisterly responded, "As the host of the game, naturally, I take the first shot."
Hearing this, Lynn seemed to breathe a sigh of relief. "You should have said that earlier... then I choose six."
The confused puppet had just reached for the bullets, but suddenly realized something.
It glared at Lynn malevolently. "Kid, that’s not funny!"
"If you can’t afford to lose, don’t play."
Lynn spread his hands.
Seeing this, the puppet grew even angrier. "Now I’m somewhat certain, you must be garbage from the ’Deceit’ faith, even your way of disgusting people is exactly like theirs!"
Thus, it stopped asking Lynn’s choice and grabbed two bullets, loading them into the cylinder.
With a swivel, the puppet forcefully closed the cylinder.
Under Lynn’s watch, it picked up the gun, slowly pressing it against its own temple.
With the hammer pulled, a crisp sound echoed in the cramped containment room.
The puppet survived unscathed.
"Looks like my luck isn’t too bad... your turn!"
It placed the revolver on the table and slowly pushed it towards the opposite side.
As Lynn looked at the firearm on the table, he fell into a rare silence.
Seeing this, the puppet venomously said, "Even if you want to buy time, it doesn’t matter. I don’t need to eat, even ten thousand years, I can wait, but you can’t."
"It seems you lack the courage to pull the trigger?"
"That does align with what I know of the ’Deceit’ faith, a bunch of cowardly wretches, like sewer rats, only able to spend their lives in darkness and distortion."