"And as the kingdom of Elon in Korinth Section faces another attack from strangers, the world asks the sa question: what are the heroes doing, and why is the goddess Uriel not giving her subjects directions?"
Glancing at the large screen of the digital billboard across the street, I couldn’t help but notice the difference in that bitch’s world.
The last ti I had been here, it was a lot better. A fusion of murim and technology. Now, it was only tech that filled the world.
’I guess she had a change of mind.’ After her whole rant five thousand years ago about not liking fully tech worlds.
Still, the world was beautiful.
People walked the neat streets, and police drones patrolled each and every direction. Cars buzzed across the roads, even those that could float.
In the sky, jets that strangely resembled hot air balloons flew overhead, a digital banner hanging underneath.
A small smile ford on my face. ’Enough of that, Flawless.’
Glancing around, I caught sight of a woman leaning on the glass window of a restaurant. Out of everyone on the road, she stood out in particular. Not only was she much prettier than the girls on the street, but she had mana too.
I doubted the people on the road knew that. At this point, what I needed most was the Mirror of Truth. If I could get that, then it was safe sailing from here on out.
To be honest, I didn’t know anything about the so-called Mirror of Truth. I heard about it from one of the sons of bitches who were my subordinates. According to him, the Mirror of Truth was able to bring out the best of soone’s ability and title.
That ant that with it, I could really beco Flawless and the end of all things.
After he had finished talking about it, we went to steal it, and although we succeeded, I didn’t get to see it, since one of those traitors thought it was a nice idea to start switching it between themselves every few thousand years so no one could steal it from them.
Knowing that bastard, he wouldn’t change his schedule, thinking I was still imprisoned. And if I did my math well, then this year was Uriel’s year.
I crossed the street to where the girl stood. She seed to be waiting for soone, and the closer I got to her, the more I couldn’t help but admire her.
White hair that fell on her shoulder, with pale blue eyes that almost seed white. She looked like soone I had seen before, though I couldn’t place my hand on it.
The mont I reached where she stood, her face visibly contorted. I was a handso-looking guy, my na was literally Flawless, so it couldn’t be my looks.
The girl, who wore a tight long gown that clung to her curves, stared directly at with disgust. After what seed like another thousand years, she asked, "Why are you blocking my view?"
’Why does she sound like that?’ The girl’s voice sounded Scottish, although she looked Chinese.
The white-haired woman clenched her hands by her sides. ’Is she angry?’
I took a deep breath and asked in the most Scottish accent I could pull off, "Hello, miss, can you please tell where I can find the Mirror of Truth?..."
Only after the words left my lips did I realize what I said. I had just asked her directly what I wanted. Where did the devious manipulator even go?
I facepald at my own stupidity. ’Should I just kill her? It was going to be a sha but....’ My thoughts stopped abruptly as I raised my gaze.
Usually, when I interact with girls, they get all flustered because of my looks and do whatever I say. Dare I say that I was the hottest man in the universe.
However... the girl in front of wasn’t blushing, flustered, or even flinching.
"Did I lose my touch?" I whispered to myself as the woman stared at with pure disgust.
Shaking my head, I asked, "Is sothing on my face?"
The girl, who had been quiet and just showing her contempt, finally sighed. "Yes, actually, sothing is on your face. On every part of your face."
I tilted my head in confusion, then shifted my face a little away from hers and stared at the mirror.
What was staring at was nothing like my old self.
Black hair that had almost turned brown, with a length almost reaching my toes—mind you, I was 185 cm tall. My skin was so dirty it was shining green, and my clothes were complete rags.
Even without slling myself, I could already tell that I slled like the destiny of beggars mixed with the rottenness of the minds of otakus back in the day.
I nearly gasped at the sight. Looking back at the girl, who now had her hand on her waist, only a few decisions ca to mind.
1. Just walk away. This was the safest option. But I didn’t co back from the dead to play safe.
2. Rizz her even with my slling body and rotting skin. Yeah, that wouldn’t work even for .
3. Just be .
I let out a soft smile, placing a hand on my chest. "Don’t worry, I’m usually handso."
The girl just stared at now. Not in disgust, but a blank stare. Then without warning, she burst into laughter. After a second more, she began choking on the odor coming from .
"You’re a really funny guy," she said after a good laugh.
I had not ant to make her laugh, but whatever.
Wiping the edge of her eyes, she asked, "What did you want to know again?"
I thought for a mont, then answered, "Can you take to a bathhouse?"
She just smiled. "I guess so," she then added playfully. "Better make sure you aren’t scamming about being handso."
The girl turned around and began walking in front of . She was a strange person; without even knowing , she was helping .
I grinned. ’Maybe getting that mirror will be easier than expected.’
Just wait for , world, because I, Flawless, was back.
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