Chapter Three: The Museum of Harm

Hands crossed nations, decades, and death itself to select the same option: REJECT QUANTIFICATION. The console overloaded. Every label went dark. The golden scale lost its markings. Bottle and scarred door crashed together. The system's voice filled the museum. 【Exhibit count cannot be confirmed.】 【Total harm cannot be calculated.】 【Logical conflict in exit procedure.】 “It isn't incalculable,” Lin said, holding himself upright against the console. “You have no right to set its price.” A-Man smiled. Her wounds peeled free one by one and became red butterflies, rising toward the ceiling. With the museum's rules broken, the hound could finally attack Lin directly.