The comments said I was deeply affectionate, I just added points by using an alternate account.

The system clumsily added, "Oh dear, I don't know how to describe it either!"

Its voice carried an inexplicable sense of frustration, like a child who had done something wrong.

"Boss, you know what I mean? It's that familiar feeling, so familiar that it's like looking at your own hand."

"I don't understand, I don't understand at all," Chen Guan shook his head inwardly.

What are left hand and right hand?

"I sensed this fluctuation and my curiosity got the better of me, so I decided to come and take a look."

The system's voice was filled with deep grievance.

"Who knew it would be so domineering? As soon as I got close, it pulled me inside, and then I didn't know anything until you came and woke me up, boss."

Chen Guan listened quietly in his mind, his mental energy highly focused, making sure he didn't miss any of the information in the system's words.

"Hey kid, what are you doing, flirting with that broken box?"

Baal's lazy voice rang out again, clearly bored that Chen Guan had been ignoring him.

The human next to him at least got a gesture in response, so why did He get nothing?

"Baal, may I take this coffin with me?"

This question surprised even the demons in the mental space. Baal hadn't expected Chen Guan's first question to be this.

"Oh?"

Barr's tone rose, clearly indicating he was intrigued.

"You are bolder than Lord Baal imagined."

"This thing is something even that eleventh-level kid couldn't handle, and you're thinking of just taking it all with you?"

Although that human boy was much weaker than Lord Baal, Baal could not deny that he was indeed a strong human, and that he could easily go toe-to-toe with Chen Guan.

The kind that splits open nine times in a second.

"It's just an idea."

Chen Guan answered cautiously: "After all, it has some connection with me."

Baal let out a low laugh. Thinking about it, he realized that it made sense; there was indeed a connection between them.

"Since that's the case, then take it with you. Why not?"

His voice suddenly became seductive: "Rules are meant to be broken, and seals are meant to be torn apart."

"However, Lord Baal is only responsible for proposing great ideas; how mortals can realize them is not within my scope of consideration."

"Of course, if you'd like to offer something even more amusing, Lord Baal might be able to give you a tiny hint."

Chen Guan automatically ignored the demon god's second half of his nonsense and instead focused his attention on the system that had just returned.

"Master, do you have a solution?"

"Boss, this is easy. Just tell it that you want to take it home."

Looking at the black coffin before him that had even caused the eleventh-tier powerhouse White Tiger to suffer a setback, and recalling the system's suggestion that sounded like a kindergarten child playing house, he fell into deep doubt.

Are you sure?

"Of course, boss."

The system made a firm promise.

"We are homologous, like the left and right hands. Do you need to report to your own hand when you talk to it?"

Although the analogy was still strange, Chen Guan could barely understand the logic behind it.

Without further hesitation, he pressed his palm back onto the coffin lid. This time, he did not use any power; he simply transmitted his will through the medium of his palm.

"Come with me."

There was no sound, only pure intention.

A deep, muffled hum suddenly resounded from the depths of the earth, and a clear tremor came from the frozen ground beneath our feet.

The white tiger, who had been idly kicking snow in the distance, noticed the commotion and immediately stood up straight, his gaze sharp as a knife as he looked toward the center of the valley.

Chen Guan was unaware of the White Tiger's restless movements, as all his attention was focused on communicating with the Black Coffin.

It is responding, but not complying.

Chen Guan frowned. He really didn't know what to do with someone who couldn't speak.

"Boss, it's verifying your identity."

The system's voice sounded at the right time, like a thoughtful simultaneous interpreter.

"How do I verify it?"

"Why don't you just show it your own coffin?"

The system replied matter-of-factly, "Let it sense your presence, and it will know who you are."

Chen Guan understood... what a load of rubbish.

"Chief, I'm requesting to use popularity points to resolve this troublesome issue."

The system said with a troubled tone, "Host, growing up means no longer relying on popularity points."

"That doesn't count as growing up, it just means you're useless..."

The system immediately became frustrated: "You are truly the worst host I have ever had."

Chen Guan ignored the booing Tongzi, thought for a moment, raised his hand, and a black mark appeared on his palm. He pressed his hand down, trying to unlock the palm print.

The black mark on the palm writhed as if alive, and wisps of black energy spread along the cold metal lines, melting the surrounding snowflakes into water droplets before they even hit the ground.

This aura, carrying intense savagery and resentment, flowed upstream from his fingertips, attempting to break through the mental barrier he had constructed.

He gritted his teeth, channeling the gray energy within his body to desperately resist this foreign invasion.

"Is this iron lump trying to identify the scent left by Astaroth?" Baal asked curiously.

Chen Guan frowned, recalling the arm that Bai Hu had just healed with his summoned beast Yueying.

Having guessed what Chen Guan was thinking, Baal said, "Disappearance and never having possessed are not the same thing. For a demon of my level, I can see your connection with Astaroth at a glance."

"However, this coffin is actually alive, it can even recognize Astaroth... It's quite something."

Baal clicked his tongue in amazement. He was becoming increasingly curious about the origin of Chen Guan's coffin. Now, not only Chen Guan wanted to take the coffin back to study it, but he also really wanted to take it back to study.

Chen Guan completely gave up suppressing the black mark on his palm. The rampant black energy seeped into the gaps in the metal along his fingertips, and the surrounding snowfield was scorched with a piercing hissing sound. The charred lines rapidly expanded outward from the bottom of the coffin.

No... almost...

Chen Guan had realized that he could no longer succeed by half-coaxing and half-grabbing in this way.

"Let me help you this once."

Before he finished speaking, a violent force surged into Chen Guan's arms, causing his originally well-proportioned muscles to swell and bulge instantly.

"rise."

With a deep, muffled roar from Chen Guan, the frozen soil buried deep underground was forcibly torn apart, and crisscrossing cracks, like a spider web, tore wildly around him.

The ear-piercing friction sound stirred up a flurry of snowflakes.

This time, without any system cheats, Chen Guan, relying on Baal's blessing and his own mortal body, managed to pull this heavy artifact that had been sleeping for countless epochs out of the ground.

He carried the black coffin on his right shoulder with a terrifying weight that seemed to crush his spine, his legs trembling under the strain.

"Thank you, Baal."