Reincarnation Paradise

"Um, big brother, I\'ll give you my family heirloom as compensation for the candy," came a trembling voice from within. Perhaps because of Su Xiao\'s different approach, an envelope was handed out through the hole in the door rather than the door being opened, as it had been for the man with the gold-rimmed glasses.

Su Xiao took the envelope.

[You have obtained Anlia\'s Introduction Letter x1.]

[Anlia\'s Introduction Letter]

Origin: Demon Castle

Quality: White

Type: Consumable

Effect: Can be used to negotiate with certain plot characters.

Rating: 2

Description: A letter of introduction, the specific use of which needs to be explored.

Price: 1 Reincarnation Paradise Coin

Seeing the attributes of the introduction letter, Su Xiao\'s eyes lit up. Although the item wasn\'t of high quality, it had significant uses. In straightforward terms, it could improve the \'favorability\' of other plot characters on the castle\'s first floor, making some unapproachable characters willing to negotiate.

"Big brother, is this okay?" a timid voice came from inside the door.

Su Xiao beckoned to Bubot. Understanding the cue, Bubot handed over a bunch of chocolates and other sweet snacks.

Without caring whether the little girl inside wanted them, Su Xiao stuffed all the snacks through the hole in the door.

The little girl inside seemed a bit confused, and for a moment, she didn\'t dare eat them, not showing the same voracious appetite as before.

Su Xiao then pulled out his Slaughter Short Blade and inserted it into the lock on the wooden door.

Crack! The lock was partially broken, prompting another startled cry from inside. It wouldn\'t take more than three strikes to eradicate the lock.

Just as Su Xiao was about to make a second strike, envelopes started pouring out of the hole in the door like a snowstorm, indicating their abundance.

The door seemed like a malfunctioning ATM, spitting out \'money.\'

Bubot started picking up the introduction letters from the ground. Su Xiao sheathed his Slaughter Short Blade. As the saying goes, a kind person gets bullied, but threats work effectively.

After counting, Su Xiao had collected fifty-six [Anlia\'s Introduction Letters].

"Big brother, do you have any more candy, especially the black ones? I still want to eat them."

"No."

"Oh~"

The voice from behind the door sounded disappointed.

Not far away, the man with gold-rimmed glasses glanced at his single letter, then at the thick stack in Su Xiao\'s hands. A thought crossed his mind: \'What\'s the point of high charisma?\' After a long hesitation, he decided not to use Su Xiao\'s method to get more introduction letters. His aura differed from Su Xiao\'s; the same approach might backfire. Such a terrifying presence and pressure couldn\'t be acquired quickly.

Ignoring the psychological shadow of the man with gold-rimmed glasses, Su Xiao, holding a thick stack of introduction letters, began to examine the messages on the dozens of wooden doors.

\'Blood IV Yatta (500 pounds).\'

\'Do not knock, death and the unknown accompany.\'

\'Life transactions are the fairest.\'

\'Push open this door, and you will...\'

Each wooden door had a message, indicating the personality and danger level of the plot characters inside.

Su Xiao noticed that some doors, marked with warnings not to enter, often had timid plot characters inside, while others were hazardous. When he knocked on these doors, there was usually no response. In contrast, the man with gold-rimmed glasses and the detective girl could negotiate with these characters.

As for doors marked with \'Blood IV Yatta (500 pounds)\' and \'Life transactions are the fairest,\' these responded when Su Xiao knocked.

From behind these doors, Su Xiao could sense dangerous beings. They exuded a chilling aura or a strong smell of blood. This was what they called compatibility—Su Xiao was compatible with these beings.

Bang!

A loud crash sounded. A figure flew out of a room, rolling on the ground like a ball before stopping. Two more figures followed, tumbling out and landing in a heap. They were the three brothers of the National Football Team.

The trio was covered in blood. The second brother\'s arm was unnaturally twisted, the third brother had a black-and-blue face, and the eldest was hopping in place, holding his crotch, his face pale.

"My balls..."

The eldest brother of the National Football Team gasped, one hand clutching a pillar, the other his crotch, knees together, legs forming an upside-down Y.

"Big brother, are you okay?"

"Of... of course, I\'m fine."

The eldest brother trembled, eyes brimming with tears as he uttered a brave lie.

Seeing the brothers\' pitiful state, Su Xiao confirmed his suspicion that some plot characters inside the wooden doors were hazardous. Looking at the trio\'s miserable appearance, anyone else would have likely been severely injured or killed.

"As expected, the woman in this castle is the most dangerous, but she offers the highest rewards," the eldest brother muttered, loud enough for Su Xiao to hear, implying an understanding between them.

The trio had likely obtained intelligence from a plot character, which led them to that room. Judging by the result, they failed. The eldest brother had even been kicked in the crotch, the pain almost making him cry.

The eldest brother\'s hint contained multiple implications. One possibility was a trap, but this was unlikely considering their previous cooperation with Su Xiao and their knowledge of his strength.

Another possibility was that the brothers had lost the opportunity to gain benefits from the dangerous woman and decided to share the information with Su Xiao as a favour.

Regardless of the brothers\' motives, their ejection from the room attracted the attention of the other contractors.

The room was in the middle section of the corridor. The sign on the door read: \'Intruders will die.\'

The message was straightforward and brutal. Although the brothers hadn\'t forcibly entered, they were still thrown out, possibly due to a bad attitude and incompatible aura.

The man with gold-rimmed glasses adjusted his appearance, cleared his throat, and approached the door.

Knock, knock, knock...

"Excuse me," he said politely, waiting for a response from inside.

"Scram," came a simple female voice.

The man with the gold-rimmed glasses was taken aback. He was accustomed to negotiating with plot characters and had never received such a response.

"Madam..."

Before he could finish, the door burst open, and a hand with long nails grabbed his collar, yanking him inside.

"Wait..."

Thump, crash, bang, yowl!!

Sounds of beating, hammering, and screams followed.

"Sis, I was wrong, don\'t hit my face..."

Thump!

"Ow~"

Minutes later, the door slowly opened, and the man with the gold-rimmed glasses crawled out, clutching an envelope. The letter was the only reason he wasn\'t beaten to death.

The man\'s earlier elegance was gone. His glasses were broken, his nose was bleeding, and his mouth was bruised.

"Brother Wosh, are you okay?"

The detective girl hurried over, looking at him with concern.

"No, no problem, just minor... injuries," he stammered, standing with the girl\'s help. Shakily adjusting his glasses, he vowed never to enter that room again.

After four consecutive failures, the other contractors realised that the plot character inside this room was difficult to deal with, implying greater rewards for successful negotiation.