Chapter 143: The Question Men Fear Most


The Doll Mistress was taken aback.


This was indeed something she had never experienced before.


Ever since she transformed from a doll into a flesh-and-blood body, because she lost the energy storage method of her doll form, she could only use her own body as a container for storing Cursed Arts Secret Energy.


Letting the Cursed Arts flow through her entire body.


This allowed her to unleash immense combat power at any time.


Lynn looked at her deeply and said, "If I'm not mistaken, it's the power brought by the Cursed Arts Secret Energy within your body that's masking certain pathological changes in your body. If you don't believe me, you can temporarily suppress the Cursed Arts and then check your condition again."


The Doll Mistress was half-convinced and half-doubting.


She confirmed repeatedly.


Bloodsaw's apprentice shouldn't be lying to her or playing tricks on her.

Because she really couldn't think of any reason why he would.

Could he really have detected something from her body?


This...


Impossible!


But she still extended her hand with uncertainty, quickly making several mysterious gestures.


With a rumbling halo glowing across her body, the Secret Energy flowing in her blood vessels rapidly gathered in front of her chest at a visible speed.


Using a special method, she temporarily transferred all the Secret Energy in her body to her heart.


This way, except for her heart, all parts of her body had become flesh-and-blood forms without Secret Energy protection.


And almost at the moment of removal, the Doll Mistress's expression suddenly shook.


"Cough—"


Her face changed dramatically as she suddenly coughed, a tremendous pressure spreading from the bones throughout her body straight to her brain.


Her bones seemed unable to bear the weight, faintly creaking and cracking.


Her muscles also became stiff and sluggish.


In that instant, she even experienced a massive illusion, as if she had returned to her doll form from years past, as if she had never become flesh and blood.


"This... how could this..." she said in shock.


Lynn narrowed his eyes deeply, adjusted his glasses, and browsed through the System's disease description in his mind, saying:


"Madam, if I'm not mistaken, you weren't originally a flesh-and-blood body from the beginning, were you?"


"According to my diagnosis, there should be some residual curse hidden within your body, gradually eroding it bit by bit, causing pathological changes to occur subtly."


"The most direct manifestation is its effect on your bones and flesh!"


Lynn rested his chin on his hand, speaking seriously:


"Your bones and flesh seem to be transforming toward the state of wood and fiber."


[Ding! Doll Mistress SAN -10]


The Doll Mistress trembled violently throughout her body.


"This... this can't be... the blood source curse was clearly lifted!"


Wood and fiber.


Her mind almost instantly recalled her state before meeting Bloodsaw.


A puppet.


A monster using wood as bones, plant fibers and resin as muscle filler...


Her face turned pale.


Lynn said calmly, "This transformation has probably been going on for many years. The reason you couldn't detect it is because you've become accustomed to using Cursed Arts Secret Energy to drive your body, rather than relying on the body itself."


"And this has actually further led to the weakening of your body!"


"While enhanced with Secret Energy, you might not feel anything abnormal, but once you encounter special circumstances where the Secret Energy is exhausted, this physical pathology will immediately bring you strong backlash."


Lynn narrowed his eyes and said:


"If this is discovered decades later, by that time, I'm afraid your body would immediately collapse as soon as you release the Secret Energy."


Buzz—


The Doll Mistress's mind instantly went blank.


She murmured, moving her lips, but couldn't utter a single word.


This... this...


How could this be...


She had only wanted to pretend to be sick, then let this young man give her a simple massage, prescribe some medicine, and then naturally use this as an excuse to matchmake him with her daughters...


How did a casual diagnosis from him actually reveal a bunch of real illnesses!


She felt like crying but had no tears.


"But don't worry." Lynn glanced at her and said:


"Fortunately, Auntie, you met me. Maybe this is fate, seems like heaven destined me to help you cure your condition."


That's right.


It must be fate.


Otherwise, why would this lady come to his room secretly in the middle of the night to have him examine her?


Could his luck with women be so strong that even his teacher's wife would want to drag him into a dark room for some shameful play after just one look?


Common sense said it was impossible.


The Doll Mistress immediately turned pale, grabbed Lynn's hand, and pulled it to her chest, saying:


"Really?! Child, can you really cure Auntie?!"


"Don't worry, if you can really cure Auntie, then Auntie will agree to anything you want, even if we quietly (beep—), roll in the sheets or something, Auntie won't refuse to cooperate!"


Lynn: "(꒪Д꒪)?"


Holy crap!


This immediately hit my moral blind spot.


Damn!


Is this world so open?!


Auntie, don't say such strange things! If you keep this up, I won't dare treat you anymore!


Lynn coughed, struggling to pull his hand back, saying:


"No need for rolling in the sheets, I'm still a very proper young man, can't handle too taboo experiments, and also..."


My orientation doesn't allow me to choose something too large.


Compared to a robust girl like you, Auntie, I still prefer...


Of course, he didn't dare say those last two sentences.


"Alright, let's talk business first."


Lynn adjusted his Monocle, calmly picked up the quill, and said:


"I detected some residual curse in your body, Auntie, which means you must have used some method before to remove the curse's influence on you. Can you tell me what method that was?"


"So I can prescribe the right treatment."


This method wasn't mentioned in the System's diagnostic description.


The Doll Mistress was momentarily stunned, then her pale face actually turned slightly red, saying:


"Are you sure you want me to say it?"


Lynn opened his dead fish eyes, calmly raised his head and said, "Of course, I'm a doctor, a white-robed angel, I must understand enough of the situation to prescribe the right treatment for you, understand?"


The Doll Mistress nodded hesitantly.


Then, with a slightly red face, she said, "Actually, it's quite simple. In our school's inherited method for curse removal, as long as you can find a being with whom you share strong affection, then at a moment of emotional outburst..."


"Let the other person fiercely send you to the peak of ecstasy!"


She looked seriously at the gradually stupefied Lynn, raising one finger as she said:


"When you're very high, you can suppress the blood source curse within your body!"


Clatter—


The quill in Lynn's hand fell to the ground.


He looked completely stunned.


"Uh..."


For a moment, he didn't know what to say.


The Doll Mistress leaned forward seriously and said, "It has to be when you're very high! Otherwise, the effect will be greatly reduced! Do you know what 'very high' means?"


Lynn (꒪Д꒪)ノ said: "Uh... probably not what I'm thinking, right..."


The Doll Mistress nodded vigorously, seriously saying: "That's right, it's exactly what you're thinking!"


"..."


Silence fell all around.


Lynn sat stupefied on the counter, while the massive Doll Mistress leaned forward, gazing at him with burning eyes. With just a slight downward glance, Lynn could see under the collar of her nightgown...


The scene couldn't be more bizarre.


Lynn rubbed his eyes hard, leaning back with a pained expression, saying:


"Then why don't you go try it again with my teacher?"


The Doll Mistress said fervently, "When I was a wooden doll, I didn't know beauty from ugliness, but now I deeply regret it. Plus, your teacher can't make me very high anymore."


"Why?"


"Because he has a bit of a problem."


Lynn said blankly, "What problem?"


The Doll Mistress, as if remembering something very unpleasant, narrowed her eyes and said:


"That problem you men fear the most!"