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I read the letter several times to understand what it was about.
"Mr. Gift? King of Crossroads? Is he some sort of demon? Am I making a deal with a demon... again?
In any case, I wrote down the prayer at the bottom of the letter onto a small piece of paper that I had with me and set the original on fire.
Once I was sure that there was nothing more of it, I took off the gloves I had already on and put the new ones on.
I felt nothing from them, they just looked like normal leather gloves to me.
Slowly, ready to tear it off my hands the second I felt something strange I put them on.
I clenched my fingers, but I felt nothing strange.
"At least it will be a good way for me to protect myself.
Next, I took the mask and examined it more closely.
As I expected it was made from gold.
When I took the mask into my hands, I felt something pulsing inside of my chest, calling out for it.
"This isn't good!"
Afraid of what would happen to me, if I put this thing on, I tried to put it down, but my arms didn't obey me.
As if I was a puppet with its strings being pulled, the mask was getting closer and closer to my face till it reached my face.
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"...Nothing?"
[[Necklace of Nergal] reacted to artifact]
[Commencing absorption]
For a second, I felt nothing, but soon it started to burn.
I screamed and screamed as I was trying to pull the thing off, but it stuck completely still, and couldn't feel the edges of the thing.
The worst thing was that I believed that the burning metal had entered my bloodstream, as I could feel the pain moving through my body.
It was so altrose, that I fell to the ground, seizing as I was screaming my lungs out.
[Absorption Complete]
[New skill received: [Face Switch]]
[Skill [Plague Mist] Been connected to skill [Face Switch]]
Maybe it became so painful that I couldn't feel it, but slowly I couldn't feel anything.
Shaking, I slammed my hand on the table and hoisted myself to stand.
"Last time... Last time I accepted any gift from anyone! The next time it happens, I will put it through fucking testing!"
Drip.
Something fell from my face.
It was a small drop of a black liquid. The wood around the liquid was quickly covered with my mold and started to spread.
"Great. Just what I need."
I looked around the tables till I found a mirror so that I could examine the degree of damage.
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