Chapter 97: Disguise
“Finally done cleaning, I feel like I’m almost dead tired!” Neruko flopped onto Ye Xi’s big bed, her appearance making Damiyala laugh and cry like a rascal.
“Then why don’t you try dying first and see?”
“How can I die when I’m so cute, Sister Mia? You know, even if I wanted to die, you wouldn’t bear to let me go,” Neruko said, hugging Ye Xi, who was sitting on the edge of the bed, resting. Her hands began to move somewhat improperly.
This startled Ye Xi, who had just breathed a sigh of relief after not knowing how to clean until just now. Her fair face, as pale as paper, blushed slightly, clearly visible.
“N-Neruko, what are you doing?!”
“Of course, I’m doing a body check! Ohh~ Ye Xi, your development is quite impressive. It may not be as much as Mia’s, but it’s definitely bigger than Yuehai’s.” With these words, Neruko’s hands grabbed, immediately eliciting a groan from Ye Xi. The white-haired girl, who reacted, struggled to speak.
“Three meters apart.”
Thud! In the next moment, Ye Xi, who was in Neruko’s arms, disappeared. Neruko ended up lunging into empty space and tumbled awkwardly off the bed. Meanwhile, Ye Xi reappeared three meters away from the original spot, blushing and holding her chest, fearing another sudden pounce from Neruko.
“Don’t be shy, Ye Xi~ Let uncle take good care of you… Ouch ouch ouch ouch ouch!! Mia, I’m sorry, don’t hit me with the grimoire, I’ll become dumb.”
Damiyala put away the green grimoire in her hand and looked at Neruko with a rather amused expression.
“Are you an unsatisfied old man? Even Ye Xi isn’t spared. Looks like you won’t learn your lesson until you’re given some punishment.”
“Well, they’re all girls. Let’s forgive her for this little joke,” said Dragon Slayer, the oldest among them, appearing composed as he stepped forward to persuade Damiyala.
“Hehe, Dragon Slayer, you shouldn’t be so confident. You know very well that Neruko won’t bother you. That’s why you’re in the mood to speak up,” Damiyala’s sudden sarcasm made Dragon Slayer’s mouth twitch, but the young lady showed no signs of stopping.
“How pitiful, watching us compete with each other, while you’re as flat as a pancake. Tsk tsk tsk, just thinking about it makes me pity you,” Damiyala continued with a mocking tone.
“Damiyala, do you know that having big breasts leads to sagging? Accumulating excess fat like you serves no purpose. What’s good about carrying two watermelons on your chest every day? Be careful, one day you might trip and burst them,” Dragon Slayer retaliated directly, albeit with some minimum decorum in his choice of words, yet still making others feel awkward.
“Dragon Slayer, the scent of your jealousy can be smelled even in the next room. Do you feel inferior every time you shower alone, touching your chest that will never develop, sighing with regret? Are you afraid you’ll resort to breast augmentation surgery in the future?”
“Hahaha, Damiyala, do you know that even in the virtual world, the pain of having your chest pulled off is just as real?” Dragon Slayer’s remark made everyone’s chest ache immediately, and they all looked at the blonde girl with fearful expressions, clutching their chests.
Clearly, this round of banter was a victory for Dragon Slayer.
“Yuehai? What’s wrong? You seem distracted,” noticed Gui Dongri, moving closer to Yuehai, but Yuehai lay on the bed, covering his head with a blanket, seemingly wanting to block everything out.
“I’m very tired, let me sleep for a while.”
The gloomy tone made several people exchange glances, only Neruko scratched his head and speculated, saying.
“Maybe it’s her time of the month.”
As they were the first to return to the dormitory, Kagura Xiaoqi and Constantine remained silent, both soaked by the rain, looking extremely disheveled.
“Is it really okay for us to come back like this?” Kagura Xiaoqi looked at Constantine with some concern, but this usually cheerful and uninhibited young man had a serious expression as he shook his head.
“Let him be alone for a while. Bringing up what we saw of him will only make things awkward between roommates.”
“But we really are disqualified as friends.”
“Seeing Tyr in trouble but being afraid to act because the opponent is an Emperor, what is this? Was everything said before just a joke?”
“Hehe, as expected, I haven’t changed since before. I’m still the useless me.”
Constantine shook his head with a bitter smile, while Kagura Xiaoqi remained silent. The atmosphere became gloomy for a moment. Outside the dormitory, there was a downpour, with the rain tapping on the windows, making a patter sound. Occasionally, there was a flash of lightning, followed by a muffled thunder a few seconds later.
The sky seemed as if it were going to collapse, relentlessly pouring rain.
When Tyr arrived at District Eighteen, it was already around five or six in the afternoon. At this time, there were few people walking on the streets of District Eighteen. In the endless rain, everything seemed to be covered with a layer of white veil, making it impossible to see their true appearance.
He didn’t know how he managed to drag his dead heavy legs here. Everything seemed like an illusion.
He just wanted to take a shower now, to hide under the blanket and escape from this reality.
It’s too annoying! Who cares about not having a soul, or about martial techniques and footwork? As long as it works, isn’t that enough? Why think so much!
Tyr, who deludes himself and others, feels much better as a result, but the gloomy feeling hasn’t diminished in the slightest. The ‘earth’ stuck in his chest seems to be growing inside his cavity, making it extremely difficult for him to even breathe.
When Tyr looked up, a man with golden tousled hair stood across the road.
He wore a solemn expression, but Tyr knew it was Claude.
What’s going on? Seeing Claude’s appearance, even the current Tyr couldn’t help but feel puzzled.
However, before Tyr could walk across the road to Claude, he suddenly uttered a chilling voice.
“Tyr, who are you?”
Tyr’s heart skipped a beat, but Claude didn’t continue questioning and instead disappeared into the depths of the pouring rain.
“Who am I?” Tyr muttered to himself.
What did Claude discover? He couldn’t help but feel a deeper layer of fear.
No, he had to perfect the disguise with the shapeshifting technique. Otherwise, he would inevitably be exposed sooner or later. At that point, it wouldn’t be a matter of feeling down or not.
Tyr, who was quick to discern the urgency of the situation, immediately found a hotel and booked a room. There, he began to study the art of disguise.
It wasn’t until eleven o’clock that night, after losing dozens of materials, that Tyr finally completed the disguise he desired. He couldn’t wait to put on the false face. When he stood in front of the mirror, he saw an extremely handsome face.
Tyr couldn’t help but smile bitterly. Perhaps, after all that had happened that day, only this false face brought him some comfort.
