No strange things are allowed to evolve!

The white-bearded doll next to him was clenching its fists.

Did you feed this to me, you bastard?!

He gritted his teeth and squeezed out a sentence: "I'll go prepare another one."

"No need." Jiang Shu waved her hand and handed the cake, which she had already eaten a large piece of, back to the creative craftsman: "It's too greasy, I don't want to eat it anymore, you can eat the rest."

The creative craftsman nodded: "Okay."

"Tsk..." The white-bearded doll clicked its tongue.

He felt that creative artisans were somewhat unambitious.

"Occasionally, please pay attention to proper manners and restraint," he reminded her, unable to bear it any longer.

Unexpectedly, the creative craftsman didn't mind at all and didn't take it seriously.

"It's okay."

The creative artisan chewed the cake with only half of his cheek:

"He's a very nice person. He doesn't seem afraid of or disgusted by me at all. I'm very happy now."

Looking at her appearance, Jiang Shu couldn't help but feel sorry for her.

In fact, he did nothing.

She felt a great deal of affection for herself simply because he accepted her shocking appearance and praised her for being beautiful.

During the acupuncture session, just like those popular technicians, Jiang Shu took the initiative to find topics to talk about and chat about everyday things.

Although it was clear that the other person was very introverted, whether it was because she was naturally bad at communicating with people or because her personality had changed drastically after a sudden misfortune, she answered almost every question.

Thus, the goodwill turned into the dependence we have now.

While the "dedication" certainly played a part, whether it was solely due to that, or whether the creative artisans themselves lacked care from others and had been closed off for a long time, is a question Jiang Shu cannot answer.

To Jiang Shu's surprise, the dependence seemed to be changing further.

It is gradually transforming into trust.

"After our conversation, I think I have a general idea of ​​what kind of person you are. I have something I hope you can help me with."

The creative craftsman suddenly said to Jiang Shu.

Her eyes were full of hope.

It seemed that Jiang Shu had to agree no matter what.

Jiang Shu paused for a moment: "I can't guarantee I can do it, but you can tell me what it is."

The creative craftsman looked at the white-bearded doll, then lingered around the workshop as if trying to remember everything.

All the hope in their eyes turned into unwavering determination.

"Could you... help me end my life?"

Chapter Thirty-One: The Instigator

As soon as he finished speaking, the white-bearded doll's expression changed, and he hurriedly tried to say something.

But the creative craftsman knew him too well, so as soon as he finished speaking, he looked at him and gave him a look of rebuke, and the latter could only reluctantly shut his mouth.

Jiang Shu's hand, which was holding the teacup, trembled slightly.

"You... are Landmine Woman?"

Insecurity, mental instability, morbidity, suicidal ideation...

Thinking about it carefully, these labels do seem to fit the woman in front of me quite well.

What is a "landmine girl"?

"Hmm, it doesn't matter." Jiang Shu put down her teacup, sat up straighter, and asked with a respectful expression, "Why should I help you with this?"

Jiang Shu did not actually object to the suggestion.

Because he hadn't forgotten the hidden mission that started after he took over the Creative Workshop: kill the Creative Craftsmen.

However, he was able to do so without any burden because he hadn't met any creative artisans before.

But now the situation has changed.

Although Jiang Shu has a very low moral standard, he has extremely high standards for his own principles.

He has three principles he will not deceive.

First: Children, because they are "good". Human nature is inherently good. Most annoying children are due to poor family education. Therefore, Jiang Shu usually solves the problem at its root by beating the parents in front of the child.

Second: the elderly, because of their "longevity." As the saying goes, it is rare for a person to live to seventy. Living to such an old age is not easy. Most kind and gentle elderly people should be cared for and treated with more respect.

Even if you encounter a bad guy who's gotten old, or something like being scammed or getting bitten after helping someone, it's mostly because these old scoundrels haven't seen anything truly ruthless. So, all you have to do is beat up their kids in front of them to make an example of them. After all, if the upper beam is crooked, the lower beam will be crooked too, so you can't go wrong.

Third: People with disabilities. Because they are "weak", the strong do not necessarily have to humiliate the weak. They can also provide convenience to people with disabilities without affecting themselves and within their capabilities. People are already fragile, insecure and sensitive. If you still bully them, isn't that morally corrupt?

Although Jiang Shu's deaf sign language teacher was an idiot, Jiang Shu always scolded him when his back was turned, making sure the other person couldn't hear or see it, so as not to upset him.

Even when he first entered the incubator and was faced with the big-headed dolls, he did not immediately laugh at them because he thought they were a special group of people.

There is no doubt that creative artisans fall into the category of disabled people.

So despite being genuinely interested, he only got acupuncture needles, not needles.

Because of this principle, Jiang Shu had originally planned to give up his hidden mission, even though the rewards for the hidden mission would undoubtedly be generous. He did not believe that some petty gains could outweigh his principles and his own value.

So even though the creative craftsman's request was exactly what he wanted, he didn't agree immediately.

He needs to determine the reason, and also whether that reason is worth doing, and whether it violates his principles.

"I... am deeply sinful."

The artisan looked pained, and her voice trembled, as if she desperately wanted to avoid talking about these past events.

But she also knew that Jiang Shu was a good person. He seemed like the kind of person who always lived in the sunshine and was full of optimism. Even when facing someone like her who looked like a devil, his pure heart did not waver in the slightest and he still firmly radiated warmth to her.

If you don't tell someone like that the truth, he probably won't help you commit suicide, right? Even if the truth might make him hate you...

So she began to tell her story.

“My father was a famous craftsman in the kingdom. As his daughter, I grew up in the workshop and saw all kinds of handicrafts. I don’t know when it started, but I also began to like making handicrafts, which has become an indispensable part of my life.”

As I grew older, my skills became more and more refined. I took over the workshop from my father and began to run the family business on my own. Soon, my reputation even surpassed that of my father. Not only in the kingdom, but my handicrafts were also taken abroad by traveling merchants and sold extremely well.

I thought I would soon become a world-renowned craftsman and make my father's workshop famous throughout the continent, but one day, my father suddenly fell ill with a strange disease. The disease came on quickly and went away quickly, taking my father's life in just a few days before I could even react.

From that day on, I began to think: with such good craftsmanship, why can't I create life like a god? If I can use my hands to create new life for those who have nowhere else to turn, wouldn't that reduce a lot of pain and suffering in this world?

I quickly began my research, but several years passed, and not only did I not make any progress, but because I had no energy to attend to the workshop, its business plummeted, and to make matters worse…”

The creative craftsman glanced at the white-bearded doll with gentle eyes:

"My younger brother has also contracted our father's strange illness."

I fell into despair; I couldn't bear to lose any more loved ones.

I prayed to the gods once again, and this time, the gods did not disappoint me. They appeared and brought me containers that could hold souls, which are the dolls you see, and taught me how to make them.

But he also warned me that this was the only way I could save my brother.

Jiang Shu looked at the white-bearded doll: "Are you siblings?"

The white-bearded doll sneered, "What, doesn't it look like it?"

Jiang Shu thought for a moment, then picked up a candlestick from the side and handed it over.

"What do you mean?" the white-bearded doll asked, puzzled.

"Let's burn it and see if it looks like it."

"You..." The white-bearded doll was so angry that he couldn't speak.

"Just kidding," Jiang Shu said with a smile.

The creative craftsman also covered his mouth and laughed out loud: "You're not only a good person, but also very interesting."

For her, treating her like a normal person is the greatest respect.

Since she didn't feel offended, then Jiang Shu naturally couldn't be considered bullying a disabled person.

"I'll continue."

The creative craftsman cleared his throat and continued:

"You should know the rest of the story. People thought I created living dolls and worshipped me as a god, but only I know that I only created a vessel for life with the help of a god."

After that, I did not heed the warnings of the gods, but instead followed my original wishes and ideals to help many people who were stuck in the mud and had nowhere to go. In gratitude, they swore allegiance to me and followed me for their entire lives, until now.

Soon, following the method taught to me by the gods, I improved upon it and created a doll that could contain the qualities of the dead—the fairy tale doll you see. This is because I not only wanted to help people in distress, but also wanted to bring joy and a wonderful childhood to children.

Everything went smoothly at first, but then trouble suddenly arose.

A doll went out of control and hurt a mother. It climbed onto the bed while everyone was asleep and caused the poor mother to lose an ear.

I realized something was wrong and urgently recalled all the dolls. Then, everything completely spiraled out of control.

In those years, the workshop produced tens of thousands of dolls. Suddenly, they united and unleashed a power that I had never seen or imagined. As a result, the kingdom was plunged into great chaos, and many people died in their sleep without warning.

Soon, the kingdom became hell, and not a single living person could be seen on the streets...

It wasn't until then that I finally realized I was wrong. Not only had I ignored the warnings, but I had also acted presumptuously, and the gods had finally unleashed their wrath.

So I set a fire, a fire that used the full power of the entire workshop, hoping to cleanse myself of my sins. I knew that this was all my fault, and I had failed those who trusted me, failed the entire kingdom, and failed the gods.

I walked into the inferno, thinking it would all be over, but...

The creative craftsman paused, then pointed to the scars on his face:

"I did not die. When I woke up again, the dolls that had not been burned had all fallen asleep, and I was in my current state, like a living dead in this palace that does not exist in the real world."

The first thing I did upon waking was to seek death again, feeling ashamed to face the souls of the dead on this land. But I discovered that, for some reason, no matter how I died, I would return to the moment I woke up, and I had become an immortal being.

I realized this was a curse, a punishment from the gods, and that I could not die until I atone for my sins.

But even though I'm alive, able to move freely within the palace, and able to learn everything about the castle through my brother, I just can't get out.

At this point, she climbed down from the workbench, quickly went to Jiang Shu, and tightly grasped his hand, her voice filled with helplessness:

"This is so painful, please help me and let me end this nightmare."

Jiang Shu asked curiously, "What about the gods? Did they never appear again?"

“No.” The creative craftsman shook his head: “So at first I didn’t know what to do.”

"At the beginning?" Jiang Shu nodded. "So now you know what to do?"

"Hmm." The creative craftsman said remorsefully, "Although I don't want to admit it, reality tells me that the laws of nature cannot be violated. Birth, aging, sickness, and death should all follow the laws of nature. My willful actions led to the disaster, and I should take responsibility and bring everything back on track."

"To be more specific?"

"Let this technology disappear forever, and let all the dolls that know how to use it..."

The creative craftsman lowered his head and sighed heavily:

"Let their souls go where they belong..."

"Is that so..." Jiang Shu said knowingly, "Although those guys are quite interesting, if the problem is this serious, then there's nothing we can do..."

"Then I'll agree."

Jiang Shu pulled his hand away from the creative craftsman's grasp, patted her head, and said earnestly to her face, which was hidden by her hair:

"I will let you die in peace."

"Thank you... thank you..."

The creative artisan wept uncontrollably.

Chapter Thirty-Two: The Real Script

With the request from the creative craftsman in mind, Jiang Shu left.

Perhaps it was out of guilt, guilt for bringing annihilation upon the kingdom by recklessly using the power bestowed by the gods, and guilt for having saved those puppets who were once human, but now having to let them leave this world.

In short, the creative craftsman did not want Jiang Shu to let the dolls know that she was still alive.

Once she confirms that Jiang Shu has helped her atone for her sins, she will take her own life.

Jiang Shu was happy to avoid the trouble, so he readily accepted.