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[Pathological Carrier]: Scorched Corpse. It was once soft velvet, but after enduring extreme high temperatures, its structure completely died, transforming into an irreversible carbonized dead object. It has lost all flattering elasticity, leaving only an icy fragility that shatters at the lightest touch.

[Suppression Core]: The void of the chest. As a brooch, it offers no visual decoration. It is a miniature scorched earth, pinned precisely over the lungs, responsible for absorbing and evaporating all of the host's ecstasy and sorrow.

[Clinical Manifestation]: When it gets close to your body temperature, you will not feel warmth. It legally strips away your greedy attachment to "vitality," declaring in an extremely dry physical form: the most absolute peace comes from willing decay.


Do you still harbor the habit of pinning sparkling gems near your heart to prove you possess fervent emotions? What a pathetic disguise. Carve out that restless heart, or cover it with this corpse, drained by hellfire. Wear it, and let this absolute dead silence extinguish the last trace of vulgar obsession in your chest.

LIVE INTERCEPT
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[ DETAINED ARTIFACTS ]
[ EXTRADITION TERMINAL ]
> Materialization Latency
The physical formatting of the artifact requires 3 Earth days. The subsequent cross-dimensional extradition (shipping) will take 7 to 10 natural days. Mundane transmission is always this sluggish; wait in absolute silence for gravity to descend.
> Law of Retreat & Incineration
The abyss permits the weak to retreat. If you cannot bear the gravity, you may request disqualification within 7 days of receipt. But remember: an artifact tainted by fear will be subjected to incineration, and your true name will be forever marked as "Unfit."
> Archive Delegation Protocol
The gods disdain recording mortal trivia. Your true name, coordinates, and tribute logs have been fully delegated to the underlying Mundane Execution Matrix (Shopify) for sterile containment. When you enter that pale, cold checkout interface, you are undergoing the mundane system's interrogation.