If Jasmine had previously enjoyed the looks from men, now she was left with only worry and fear.

She quickened her pace again, as if she was being chased by the Feysac people.

Finally, Jasmine rushed into the apartment and got rid of the men before they got close.

Huh... The girl patted her chest and secretly decided to go out less often at night.

Only then did she realize that unimaginable beauty also had its downsides.

After calming down, Jasmine went up the dim stairs to the third floor, returned to her home, and opened the door with the key she carried with her.

She approached her parents' bed carefully and once again examined their faces in the moonlight.

Compared to when she went out not long ago, her father and mother's faces had become quite rosy, with much less white hair and wrinkles, and there was almost no snoring.

They really were back to health... Jasmine couldn't help but smile, her relief very obvious.

Sensing the movement, her mother's eyelids moved and slowly opened.

Jasmine held her breath, suppressed her smile, and prepared to give her mother a surprise.

Her mother half sat up and looked over, her expression suddenly becoming extremely frightened.

"Who are you?" the woman asked in a sharp voice, pushing her husband beside her hard.

Who am I? Jasmine was a little stunned by the question, and didn't know how to answer this simple question for a moment.

At this time, her father also woke up and looked at the beautiful girl in front of him with confusion and vigilance.

"Get out! Or I'll call the police!" Jasmine's mother left the bed, picked up the candlestick next to her and used it as a weapon.

"We don't welcome thieves." Jasmine's father issued an eviction order politely.

He knew that when facing a thief, he should try not to push him too hard, otherwise it would be easy for the thief to choose an extreme response.

If he didn't have a wife and children, he wouldn't be too afraid to fight the thief, but now, he has a whole family on his shoulders.

Jasmine finally came to her senses and quickly said:

"Dad, Mom, I am..."

Before she could finish her words, she was pushed by her mother and her father held her shoulders and pushed her out of the room.

As for what she said, no one cared in this situation.

Bang!

The door of her house closed in front of her eyes, which made Jasmine confused and helpless.

She wanted to knock on the door and use the key she carried with her to prove her identity, but at this moment, she heard her mother say to the patrolling policeman from the opposite window:

"There's a thief here, there's a thief!"

Thief... Dad and Mom don’t recognize me anymore... Will they think I murdered themselves... Will the police believe the “automatic wishing machine”... Jasmine’s heart tightened, and she subconsciously decided to leave the apartment first to avoid the police, and then find her father and mother one by one to explain in the morning and gain their trust with their shared memories.

With her head buried, she walked quickly down the stairs and rushed out of the apartment, surrounded by the neighbors who came out after hearing the noise.

Jasmine ran all the way to a nearby alley, avoiding the police coming from the street. She stopped panting, tears involuntarily sliding down her face and falling to the ground.

Suddenly, a hand reached out, covered her mouth, and dragged her to a secluded part of the alley.

"How much? I'll give you any amount..." A drunken, vague voice sounded in Jasmine's ears, as if she was mistaken for a street girl and could not resist her temptation.

Jasmine struggled hard, shocked, scared and desperate.

Just when she felt she was about to collapse, the drunk's hand loosened.

"Miss, are you okay?" A hoarse male voice sounded.

Jasmine quickly left the area where the drunk was, then turned around and saw a policeman in a black and white checkered uniform.

"He, he wants to..." Jasmine started crying as she spoke.

The policeman looked at her with pity and said:

"We will take him to the magistrates' court, but miss, you need to come back to the police station with me and give a statement."

Jasmine was in a state of extreme panic and helplessness, and nodded subconsciously.

Not long after, she sat in the confession room of a nearby police station, opposite the policeman and his colleague.

"That is to say, he never asked you if you were a street prostitute, and you never made any hint of soliciting customers?" the policeman said carefully.

He was worried that speaking too bluntly might hurt the beautiful girl in front of him.

Jasmine held the coffee cup, lowered her head and took a sip.

"Yeah, I just got to that alley."

"Okay, let's stop here. Miss Jasmine, can you tell us where your home is? We will send someone to take you back." Another policeman asked flatteringly.

Thinking of her parents' reactions and those disgusting looks, Jasmine couldn't help but shudder and said as if she was about to cry:

"I have a conflict with my parents and cannot go home for the time being. Perhaps you can take me to the nearest hotel..."

At this point, she remembered that she only had a few pennies left and could not afford to stay in a good hotel, and that kind of cheap hotel was almost dangerous for her.

The first policeman was stunned for a moment and said:

"good."

On the way to the nearest hotel, the policeman hesitated several times and finally spoke:

"If, I mean if, you plan to be a street girl, you can come to me directly. There's no need to work so hard..."

Hearing this, Jasmine felt that her spirit was about to collapse, which was very different from the feeling she had when she first saw that face after being burned by the fire.

This made her feel extremely insecure, and she remained silent without answering.

Fortunately, the policeman did not force her and took her all the way to the door of the nearest hotel.

"No, I can go in by myself." Jasmine declined the other party's offer to walk her to the room.

After the policeman left, she quickly walked out of the hotel without actually checking in.

She wanted to go to the town square, to the "fully automatic wishing machine" and cancel her previous wish.

Such beauty is really terrifying!

After taking a few steps, Jasmine took off the scarf from her shoulders and wrapped it around her face layer by layer, just like she did when she first went out tonight.

At that time, her face still bore traces of burns from the flames, and her missing nose and badly damaged lips made her look like a demon.

After arriving at the Town Hall Square by trackless public carriage, she entered the street again and saw the brass-colored "fully automatic wishing machine".

Jasmine felt calmer immediately, quickened her pace, and came to the machine.

Then, she was at a loss, not knowing what to do to cancel her previous wish.

"Your first wish is a free trial and does not count towards your three wishes, so you still have one wish." At this time, Jasmine heard the voice of Mr. Merlin Hermes.

She turned her head and saw the magician in a tall hat looking at her calmly under the dim light of a gas lamp across the street.

"Okay, okay." Jasmine hurriedly took out a copper penny and put it into the "fully automatic wishing machine".

"I hope my last wish will be cancelled." She closed her eyes and muttered to herself as she gripped the wrench and turned it.

"Du".

She heard the slightly dull knocking sound again.

After opening her eyes, Jasmine rushed to the shop next door, stopped in front of the glass window, and took off the scarf wrapped around her face layer by layer.

She saw herself again, the not-so-pretty girl.

Jasmine relaxed immediately and instinctively turned back to look at the "Automatic Wishing Machine", but she found that it and Mr. Merlin Hermes were gone.

"Praise the goddess, thank you Mr. Hermes." Jasmine nodded four times clockwise on her chest sincerely.

She then took the last penny and got on the trackless public carriage home.

Along the way, no one gave up their seat to her.

When her figure disappeared from the street, Klein appeared on the street again, holding a silver mirror with ancient patterns in his hand.

“Great master, why don’t you say at the end, ‘Being too greedy will only turn a good thing into a bad thing’ or ‘Wishes always come with a price’? This will make the whole thing seem more philosophical and rise to the level of an allegory.” On the surface of the mirror, silver words jumped out one by one.

Klein smiled and said:

"The biggest problem is that I can't satisfy her wish to become very, very, very beautiful in a normal way. 'Lies' can only be adjusted to a certain extent.

"So, I had to 'graft' one of the effects of a witch's seal onto her. This resulted in her gaining stunning beauty as well as terrifying charm, making it impossible for the men around her to resist."

That sealed object belongs to "Judgment" Xio and is a relic of the witch Sherman.

——Because of an oversight when Xio was saving it, Sherman’s extraordinary characteristics merged with the box that contained it, becoming a sealed item with astonishing negative effects. This caused Xio’s brother to look at the box with a strange look in his eyes.

To solve this problem, Xio made a wish to Mr. Fool and asked him to seal the object.

After saying this casually, Klein glanced at the "magic mirror":

"Arrodes, are you trying to comfort me?"

"No, the main problem is that she is too greedy. If she just wants to be beautiful without adding so many 'very', the result will be quite good." Silver words quickly emerged on the surface of the mirror.

"Yes, that is within the range that Lies can adjust." Klein nodded and said to Arrodes, "Lies' adjustments to her appearance can indeed be permanently solidified, but there will always be a certain difference between her original muscles, skin, and bone structure. After a dozen years, when she gradually shows signs of aging, the difference between the adjusted and unadjusted parts will gradually increase, and her face will appear quite strange and stiff, unless she really becomes a Faceless Man and can correct the problem at any time."

At this point, Klein smiled and shook his head:

"A lie is just a lie after all."

Then, as he walked to the other end of the street, he continued:

"Moreover, even if she does become beautiful, it is still unknown whether she will live a better life in the future. True, beauty can allow her to obtain a lot of resources and let her marry a 'prince', but her own cultivation, personality and knowledge level are unlikely to sustain such a life for too long.

"Well, it is possible that she is good at learning, can enrich herself from various experiences, and eventually control a good life, but that is another story.

"Haha, miracles only last for a while, but destiny always lasts for a long time."

During the conversation with the "Magic Mirror" Arrodes, Klein's figure gradually disappeared at the end of the street.

His understanding of the "miracle worker" has deepened.

…………

After returning to the apartment where she lived, Jasmine did not try to open the door. It took a lot of courage for her to reach out and knock on the door.

With a creak, the door opened and her mother appeared before her.

"Oh, you're finally back." Her mother breathed a sigh of relief, then asked in horror, "You, your face?"

Jasmine forced a smile and said:

"Healed, a man who works miracles."

Mr. "Fully Automatic Wishing Machine".

Just when her mother and father suspected that their daughter was influenced by the devil, several policemen in black and white checkered uniforms came up the stairs and approached.

The leader was a woman with light blue eyes and a calming smile.

"Miss Jasmine, we have something to ask you," the lady said politely.