Stein sat on the sofa, his eyes bloodshot, staring intently at the box in front of him.
At first, he had not noticed any problem, since the object had not exerted any direct effects on him, and because the box might be valuable, he had always carried it with him.
But when he set his bag on a table in the hotel, went to the restroom for a quick pee, he was shocked to find that the box had mysteriously appeared in his clothing pocket.
Then he conducted a series of tests, only to discover that no matter what he did, he could not get rid of the box, it had stuck to him!
No wonder that figure in white robes would not touch this thing himself; it turned out to be a hot potato.
Another trouble added to his back was like a heavy mountain pressing down on Stein, making it difficult for him to breathe.
After pondering for a long time, he stood up and got dressed.
If he could not find a way to break the situation, then there was only one path left to take…
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