The First Guest

[Lynne]

[Level: 2]

[Strength: 3]

[Agility: 4]

[Intelligence: 7]

[Physique: 3]

[Race: Human]

[Basic Skills]

[Intermediate Household Chores Proficiency: 901/1000]

[Beginner Potion Making: 90/100]

[Beginner Surgical Skills: 20/100]

[Skull Coins: 100]

[Reputation: None]

[Introduction]: An unnoticed assistant at Bloodsaw Potion Shop. A frail yet astute young human. He had lived in this world for two years, his existence hanging by a thread, uncertain when death might claim him…

Lynne calmly scrutinized the panel that had abruptly materialized before him.

Over the two years, he had developed the ability to keep his composure, enabling him to maintain his calm in the face of nearly anything.

He studied it over and over for a moment. He roughly understood some functions of the system.

"So it means, as long as I continually complete the tasks given by the creatures of this world, I can receive corresponding rewards and enhance my various abilities?"

Lynne pondered in his heart. If this was the case, then his chances of surviving in this world increased slightly.

And at this moment, his teacher's raspy voice and footsteps came from within the house.

"Lynne, I need to go out for a bit, I should be back within two days. You need to keep a good watch on the shop, lock the door at night, and don't let those annoying thieves take anything."

Sizzle—

A dragging sound echoed from the hallway.

[Ding! Your teacher, Bloodsaw Maniac, has issued a task to you: Watch the shop. Task Reward: Skull Coins x50, Basic Experience x100, Special Reward x1]

[Task Failure Penalty: The potion shop may require additional collections.]

...

Lynne immediately returned inside.

At the front door, his teacher was dragging a blood-soaked sack; something inside seemed to be rustling, struggling.

That towering figure, at least two meters high, with a body covered in dark red tumors, was his teacher.

And a panel instantaneously appeared before Lynne's eyes.

[Bloodsaw Maniac]

[Race: Stitches]

[Level: ???]

[Alignment: Lawful Evil]

[Combat Ability: Please do not attempt to provoke him.]

[Introduction: The owner of the Bloodsaw Potion Shop in Wandering Soul Lane, skilled in various surgeries. However, besides surgeries, he often indulges in some "interesting" side jobs…]

Lynne's heart quivered, but his face remained impassive.

"Sir, is there anything I need to be cautious about while you're away?"

Lynne inquired. He knew this was something he had to ask, otherwise, he might end up dead.

Bloodsaw Maniac slung the sack over his back, his voice raspy as he said:

"Those with money, pay. Those without, make an equivalent exchange. Those without money who are unwilling to exchange, you do the cutting yourself."

Thump—

A bloodstained boning knife was thrown before Lynne.

[Ding! You have obtained a special item: Bloodsaw's Boning Knife x1]

[Bloodsaw's Boning Knife]

[Quality: Fine]

[Level: ???]

[Exclusive: Bloodsaw Maniac (Authorized)]

[Introduction: A surgical knife often used by the owner of Bloodsaw Potion Shop, extremely sharp, it has a high cutting ability against flesh and ghosts. It's said that after using it for a while, you can't help but want to cut something…]

"Remember."

Bloodsaw Maniac, shouldering that blood-drenched sack, strode towards the shop exit.

"No matter what noises you hear outside, do not step out of the range of the soul lamp. No matter who asks you to go out and provide medical treatment, do not pay any attention. At night, lock the doors, shut the windows, kill anyone who comes in, ignore anyone who calls you!"

Lynne nodded, taking his teacher's words to heart.

"Yes! Sir, I understand."

Then, under his watchful eyes, the burly Bloodsaw Maniac quickly disappeared into the dense darkness.

Time swiftly passed.

Lynne began his daily routine, wiping the blood off the ground, and adjusting the common potions for treating various diseases, then he sat at the counter, the boning knife in hand, his eyes closed, waiting as time passed.

And the next moment,

"Knock, knock, knock—"

Three knocks sounded from outside the door.

Lynne lifted his head towards the direction of the door.

A dirty little girl stood at the entrance, clutching a doll in her arms, her little hand gently knocking on the door.

A pitiable expression was on her face as she said: "Is the shopkeeper in? My doll's arm is broken, can you fix my doll?"

[Ding! The Blood Doll has issued a task to you, to heal the injured doll, Task completion: Skull Coin +50, Surgery Skill Experience +50, Special Reward +1]

Lynne glanced over. He saw the flame of the soul lamp outside the door flickering slightly.

The chaotic flicker represents the strength of the newcomer, and under the protection of the soul lamp, as long as he does not invite them in, they cannot enter. Of course, exceptions are made for powerful beings.

Information about the girl appeared before his eyes instantly.

[Blood Doll]

[Race: Flesh Ghost]

[Alignment: Chaotic Neutral]

[Combat Ability: You can slightly provoke it]

[Introduction: The doll is looking for her mother in the Wandering Soul Lane with her doll. Whoever wants to snatch her favorite doll will be eaten by it...]

A chill ran down Lynne's spine, but his face remained calm.

"Come in."

As a potion shop assistant in this Wandering Soul Lane, Lynne knew that there were rules here as well. These evil spirits and ghosts wouldn't be murderous unless you touched their taboos; business could still be done.

The girl, looking pitiable, sat in front of the platform with her doll in her arms.

Lynne glanced. The arm of the doll in her arms had been completely torn apart, oozing crimson blood and stains. As if something had bitten it off fiercely.

"Doctor, please save my doll. Her arm is broken, her arm is gone, she is my favorite doll, if this continues, she will die."

The girl said pitifully. Suddenly, the corner of her mouth jerked violently, stretching to the back of her neck, and a bloody smile appeared on her face instantly.

"You can save the doll, can't you? Right? Big brother."

[Lynne's Sanity -5]

Lynne remained calm, extending his hand to examine the torn surface of the doll's arm.

At this moment, a system voice rang in his mind.

[Ding! The wound has traces of teeth tearing, matching with the teeth of the target's family member. The blood composition in her mouth corresponds to the blood of the doll. Preliminary diagnosis is that the target's family member has eaten one arm of the target.]

Lynne: "???"

This system is indeed powerful, actually able to automatically assist him in making a diagnosis. If that's the case, it would be much simpler.

He glanced at the little girl, ignoring her bloody smile, and said, "Have you eaten anything recently?"

The little girl immediately retracted her bloody smile, once again returning to her harmless and pitiable appearance, her hands clasped together, saying: "I haven't eaten for many days, I'm extremely hungry, but last night when I was asleep, I did have a big meal in my dream."

She licked the corner of her mouth, suddenly showing a silver-bell-like smile, saying:

"It was delicious."

Creak—creak—

The doll on the table suddenly showed the same creepy smile as the girl, repeatedly echoing those words.

"Delicious! Delicious! Hee hee hee!"

[Lynne's Sanity -10]