I became a god by treasure hunting after arriving 500 years early

The pangolin's scales stood up, faintly annoyed.

But his status means nothing in the face of a Level 5 Civilization!

What's more, this blood brick can only be valued at this level in this relic.

Who would want your blood products elsewhere?

"My lord, I'm bargaining for the sake of our civilization's strength..."

The octopus person's tone slightly improved: "How about this, I'll give you an extra five hundred value, which is the maximum within my authority. I'm not the owner of the relic, just an employee here..."

...

Upon hearing this, the old abnormal people in the Immortal Palace started discussing again.

[I have a rough idea: This peculiar 'blood brick' can guide the World Will of Pangu Continent to suppress the monsters in the tower.]

[The higher a civilization's weight in the World Will, the better the suppressing effect.]

[Civilizations like this one have relatively low weight, so the suppression effect is naturally ordinary... Of course, this is just my guess.]

Lu Yuan nodded and continued to observe the transaction between the two parties.

After some negotiations, the pangolin finally handed over the "blood brick".

The relic aliens put it into a machine, and soon, it transformed into a scarlet glow, pouring down from the top of the tower into the interior.

It was as if, from the void, there came a sharp, crying sound like that of a baby.

With a light "whimper," the pangolins couldn't stand still and fell to the ground.

When they got back up, they found themselves bleeding from their seven orifices, obviously both terrified and worried, afraid of having touched something forbidden.

"Do you see? Even in a sealed state, this thing can still strongly counterattack," the octopus person said earnestly, "but this means our seal is effective! You should be proud!"

"We still have to wait a while to see the sealing effect."

The pangolins clearly accepted this explanation, enduring the increasingly piercing "whimpering" sound.

Meanwhile, the old abnormal people in the Immortal Palace asked: [Lu Yuan, did you feel the descent of the World Will?]

"No... no." Lu Yuan frowned slightly, pondering for a while before finally shaking his head.

He's currently in the Greedy Demon God state, even separated by a Different Space, he should be keenly aware of the "World Will."

But there's indeed no activity.

"If there really were a major threat here, wouldn't the World Will suppress it on its own?"

[Alas, it's not possible. The World Will is clever in some fields but quite dim in others. It doesn't have subjective initiative like life does, especially for internal matters, it's quite powerless.]

[Imagine it as an immune system: it's very potent against external bacteria but helpless against internal diseases like cancer, unable even to recognize cancer cells.]

"I roughly understand..." Lu Yuan nodded.

The scarlet light shone on the bottommost mass of flesh, like a blood membrane made of blood.

Accompanied by ear-piercing sounds.

The shadowy, bizarre human faces appeared once again. Twisted human faces, clawing, struggling to emerge from the flesh, directly scaring the nearby pangolins into trembling, their blood even spurting from their capillaries.

But they persisted.

At this moment, the crystal man in the Immortal Palace spoke up: [What is this... it doesn't feel right.]

"How did this blood integrate with the malice of living beings? How does this guide the World Will?]

The World Will is a neutral existence, neither particularly benevolent nor malevolent.

"The Heavens are not kind, treating all things as straw dogs," meaning Heaven views all things equally, not particularly favoring nor harming anyone, letting all develop naturally.

But the current scene was clearly veering towards evil and chaos.

Another old snake man suddenly said: [Why do I feel like this thing seems like a special type of curse.]

[And it looks a bit like a bloodline curse, specifically used to curse relatives.]

Everyone was stunned.

[Don't rush, let me check again.]

The technology of "curse" is a remote and mysterious existence in Idealism. Humans, though there are some curse ability users, are not systematic, capable only of using it themselves.

Only a handful of civilizations have ample talent to develop curse disciplines.

And the civilization of the old snake man just happened to have such expertise.

[I feel that the probability of a bloodline curse is eight or nine out of ten?]

[Could it actually curse those existences to death... impossible, absolutely impossible! This bloodline curse works only on close friends and relatives, an extremely insidious existence...]

[Perhaps what is imprisoned here isn't what we imagined?]

"Do these pangolins have a great ancestor?" Lu Yuan asked, "Impossible, they're just ordinary civilization..."

[Maybe their ancestors betrayed them?]

[It should be that many civilizations' ancestors betrayed them, so the sealing ritual of this tower was established... because any blood brick condensed by a civilization is purchased by the relic.]

But no matter how we think about it, it feels very strange.

The grotesque human faces lasted for only a moment, and Lu Yuan once again heard a heavy sigh.

All the flesh stopped writhing.

"The effect is better than expected!" said the octopus-shaped alien, "How about we convert it into 66,500 value? An extra thousand!"

"Thank you, my lord!" a voice filled with joy replied.