Odd Containment Specialist.

Chapter 1065 The Portrait of Dorian Gray

As soon as Black Smoke finished speaking, the orc and the two assassins, who had disappeared from their original spot at some point, silently appeared behind Dorian Gray under the cover of shadows.

The orc's arms, as thick as tree trunks, swelled to twice their original size as his muscles contracted, with each muscle bound to his arm like an intertwined iron bar.

As the fist, as large as an iron pot, crashed down, the figure that should have been pulverized by this punch vanished in a flash.

“Old Bull, your attacks have always been so direct.” Dorian Gray’s voice rang out from the orc’s side.

The next second, a short dagger pierced straight into the orc's side. His massive, strong body collapsed to one knee under the attack of this small dagger, unable to move.

At the same time, the other two silent assassins were also suspended in mid-air by transparent threads, like moths caught in a spider web.

"Agile as an Assassin, swordsmanship superior to that of an Imperial Knight, and black magic capable of sealing me... Hah, are you kidding me?"
"You have the power to pretend to be a clever and skilled adventurer from beginning to end?" the black smoke creature bound by golden locks chuckled hoarsely.

"There's no way around it. Even I couldn't possibly get this far by myself. The tallest tree in the forest is bound to be felled by the wind. We've seen plenty of betrayals along the way, haven't we?"

"Why...why...is it all the way to the end..." the masked assassin, hanging in mid-air, asked haltingly, his manner of speaking quite peculiar.

Dorian Gray glanced at the other man and said calmly, "I've said it before, because of the conflict of interest, we can't share the fruits of success. Whether it's that legendary monster, those paints, or that paintbrush... I'll put them to use."

The black smoke creature looked at the orc and said, "Brother Bull, you can't do it like this?"

The horned orc lightly touched the dagger at his waist without uttering a sound.

Dorian Gray continued, “Don’t move. You should be able to feel that it’s not an ordinary dagger. It’s a magical relic. The moment it pierced your body, it turned into soft thorns that filled the gaps in your internal organs.”

If you remain still and in the same position, your internal organs will not be injured, or at least will not suffer serious damage.

But if you want to pull the dagger out...

Imagine your internal organs being gently bound by hundreds of soft threads. When you pull out the dagger, your internal organs will be pulled out like soil from a tree root.

"If you don't move, nothing will happen, but if you make any sudden movements, those soft wires will crush your internal organs."

The orc breathed softly and said, "Without me, how do you plan to push open that door?"

Dorian Gray didn't say a word. He walked alone to the massive bronze gate that was tens of meters high. The eyes of his other companions, who were being suppressed, were all fixed on his back.

Dorian Gray took off his coat, vest, and lining, leaving only a tightly bandaged chest binder.

Undoubtedly, her body is that of a woman, but it is by no means the softness of an ordinary woman; her muscle lines show a sense that is slightly close to that of a man.

Dorian Gray stood at the door and began to breathe. At first, no one could hear her breathing, but as time went on, her breathing became as loud as thunder.

Her fair skin began to redden, eventually turning a deep crimson like blood, while large amounts of white steam emanated from her body—the copious amounts of sweat that had just seeped from her pores and were immediately evaporated.

Everyone could feel the air moving; her skin seemed to be breathing. You could tell from the rhythmic contraction and expansion of the sweat vapor that her entire body was breathing!
Moisture is lost from the pores and then drawn back in through the pores!
Then Dorian Gray raised his hands, placed his palms on either side of the door crack, moved his legs back, and lowered his body into a posture of exertion.

“Impossible!” the black smoke creature exclaimed.

As soon as he finished speaking, the ground began to tremble slightly.

Dust from the grotto above cascaded down, and the massive bronze door, weighing hundreds of tons, began to slowly move. The gaps between the doorways, accumulated over the years, seemed to pour gray water onto the ground. "Buzz—"

The magical hinges of the bronze gate emitted a piercing roar, and in the silence, this woman of ordinary size accomplished the feat of pushing open the giant gate single-handedly.

The massive bronze gate was opened with a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

"Dorian, you really are...so beautiful." The blond knight, whose arms had been severed, leaned back to one side and let out a heavy sigh, seemingly giving up on some persistent idea.

He didn't seem to resent having his arms cut off.

Dorian Gray did not speak.

At this moment, no one else could see Dorian Gray's expression; only Xia Shou, who was observing from the sidelines, could see it.

Dorian Gray could no longer hear anyone speaking. Her eyes were wide open, her expression extremely agitated, and all her attention was focused on the person inside the door.

"Finally...finally..."

"Dorian Gray murmured."

She picked up her clothes from the ground and walked into the palace inside the bronze door. This palace seemed to have been a royal palace in the past, but now it was covered with dust, with several inches of thick dust on the ground, and each step left a clear footprint.

The entire palace appears grayish-white, consisting only of varying shades of black and white.

As Dorian Gray walked across the gray snow, the instant she stepped in, her skin, hair, eyes—everything on her body—lost its bright colors and became nothing but gray and white.

Dorian Gray noticed the change but didn't care; her eyes were only on that motionless figure.

Finally, she stood before that "person".

“You must be Hallward?” Dorian Gray asked.

The person, whose shoulders were covered in dust and who had been motionless like a statue, stirred and turned to look at Dorian Gray: "What are you looking for? A pen? Or... colors?"

"I know your legend. I've come to ask you to paint a picture for me. I have someone I must see... someone I absolutely must see, so I want to stay young forever!"

Do you know the price?

“I know that if this is the price to see him again… then it is the price I have to pay.”

“I, the court painter Hallward, have clearly sensed your desires. So, I will paint your portrait.”

As soon as he finished speaking, an extremely gorgeous color suddenly appeared in Howard's gray-white eyes.

These colors flowed from his eyes like steam, rushing outwards, and the once gray palace slowly gained color, just like a gray-white film suddenly turning into a color film.

"From now on, you will present yourself to the world through paintings..."

(End of this chapter)