Simultaneous Transmigration: A Fateful Traveler's Journey Begins in Mystery

"Besides, look at Walter, he talks so urgently, but he's not fast at all in getting here."

Doesn't this just show that he's not in a hurry at all about this?

His tone was slow and gentle, carrying the air of a lonely eccentric.

"Besides, if you wait for Walter to arrive, wouldn't he have already anticipated that you would change your face in front of him?"

"Then what's the point?"

The stars began to waver.

She glanced at the barbershop not far away, then took out her phone and looked at it again.

Indeed, just as Morion said.

Walter said he was in a hurry, but he still hasn't arrived after all this time.

Moreover, since the start of the Star Experience Dream Bubble, Walter has not sent any new messages.

From this perspective, it doesn't seem to be that urgent.

"Okay, I'll give it a try." Xing put away her phone and nodded.

“That’s right,” Morion said with a satisfied smile. “Come with me.”

"Come here, let me give you a new look."

He led Xing toward the barbershop not far away.

"Hey buddy, I've brought you a customer." Morion reached out and pushed open the door, leading Xing into the store.

Xing watched curiously, taking in the scene inside the barbershop.

There are individual seats placed against the wall, with blue bubble chairs and a vanity mirror and dressing table in front of them.

These bubbles are dream bubbles, the kind of chairs the hairdresser mentioned to Moraine that can be customized to create a dream world for each guest.

"Oh? You've changed your face again." Moraine recognized the barber who had given her a haircut not long ago at a glance; he now had a different face and was a young man.

"It's amazing that you recognized me at a glance, sir," the barber said with a smile.

“Because I always feel very close to you, maybe we’re even half-brothers,” Moraine said with a smile, gesturing for Xing to sit down.

"I trust your skills, so I'll let you do it, is that alright?"

The barber picked up the scissors.

“It is my honor, sir.”

After he finished speaking, he began to question Xing.

"What kind of look would you like, ma'am?" The hairdresser stood behind Xing, handing her a sample form and asking.

"I heard that this place can transform you into your other gender." Xing didn't look at the consultation form, but looked up at the hairdresser.

"Oh, sure." The barber nodded, then put down his scissors. "However, I can't do this kind of thing."

He bowed slightly, raised his hand and waved, beckoning another female hairdresser over.

"Then you can do it."

He's fine with handling the facial features, but it's a bit inappropriate to have him handle the rest of the content.

In that case, why not just get a different hairdresser?

The female hairdresser walked over, raised her hand, and gave an OK sign.

"Oh, it's you."

Morion suddenly realized that the person who had come was actually an old acquaintance.

It was Zhong Shan, the bespectacled woman I had met once at the World's End Tavern.

She was still wearing her bartender uniform, but now she had a black apron with the barbershop's logo on it.

The bartender turned around, saw Morion, and greeted him with a smile.

Hi, long time no see.

“How long?” Morion sat on the sofa. “We saw each other just a few days ago.”

"Every day you don't come to my place is like a thousand Amber Ages to me," the bartender said casually.

"Why are you working here? Aren't the jobs at the tavern enough for you?" Morion asked, turning his head.

"Oh, I'm so tired of being a bartender," the bartender waved his hand and said. "I'm a practical, masked fool. I prefer to experience all kinds of lives. What's the point of doing the same job forever?"

Xing turned around and looked at the bartender behind her. After recognizing him, she raised her hand in a pleasant surprise to greet him.

"It's you, Zhong Shan."

Zhong Shan turned around and looked at Xing.

"Hey, isn't it really the Trail Blazers? It's been a long time."

Surprisingly, everyone here is someone I know.

Zhong Shan and Xing had met before; Xing had a chance encounter with Zhong Shan when they were on the Immortal Ship.

At the time, she was working to release a group of extreme environmentalists known as the "Release-Animal Gang" into the wild.

“Oh dear, since we’re acquaintances, I’ll have to give you a good discount,” Zhong Shan said, pointing to the reference sheet. “I’ll give you an 11% discount.”

"You'll rip off half of the customers who are strangers, but you'll get the whole prize from acquaintances." She didn't seem to have any intention of hiding anything and bluntly stated that she was going to overcharge her customers.

"Look at this."

A face immediately appeared on the reference sheet.

He has gray hair and golden eyes, and looks somewhat like Xing, but he has a masculine appearance with more angular features.

"Is this all there is to it?" Zhong Shan asked.

Xing nodded, feeling that this was similar to the other version of herself she had imagined.

“Oh, wait a minute,” Morion interrupted, “just a slight adjustment.”

He reached out and took the reference sheet from Xing's hand.

"Is it okay if I make some changes for you?" he asked Xing with a smile. "Please confirm it again after I'm done."

Xing thought for a moment, then shook her head to indicate that it was no problem.

Soon, Moraine made the necessary minor adjustments to the reference image, first having Xing confirm it with herself, and then handing it over to the two barbers after Xing indicated that there were no problems.

During the facial adjustments, Moraine gave Xing a thin booklet.

“Take this script and write it down,” Moraine said, his tone slightly odd.

Xing curiously reached out and took the booklet, flipping through it.

Wow! That's handsome!

Xing's eyes lit up immediately.

"Isn't he handsome? I'll tell your Uncle Yang about it when we get back." Moraine touched the back of his long, golden hair.

"Uh-huh."

"Oh, right, my overall demeanor also needs some work." Morion looked at the two hairdressers and began to describe the kind of image she envisioned.

After doing all this, Moraine sat back down on the sofa not far away.

About ten minutes passed.

hum... hum...

My phone vibrated again.

Moraine took out her phone again; it was another text message from Firework.

"Are you all done yet? Lady Hanabi is about to collapse!"

Then came a meme of someone wailing and crying.

Moraine looked up and saw that her face had been adjusted and now they were adjusting her body.

The time required for this face-swapping surgery is calculated based on the difference between the new and old faces; the more complex the procedure, the longer it takes.

Xing only made minor adjustments to her facial features, so it was quick, and she didn't need to make too many changes to her figure either.

Hmm... speaking of which, when did I get Hanabi's contact information?

Moraine glanced at her phone and thought for a moment.

Oh, I remember now, it was right after we left the tavern.

He left the tavern with Sambo, having exchanged contact information with both Hanabi and Sambo beforehand.

He sent a message to Hanabi.

"It'll be quick, just hold on a little longer, I'll be done in a few minutes."

"It should be less than ten minutes."

After waiting for several dozen seconds, the message from Hanabi was sent back.

"Okay, okay... then hurry up..."

“Okay.” Moraine replied with a serious emoji, then put away her phone, sat on the sofa listlessly, and began to wait as quickly as possible.

Time passed little by little.

Finally, the "haircut" was over.

Zhong Shan lifted Xing's barber's cape, pulled Xing up from the chair, and led her to a full-length mirror, proudly letting the customer see the result for herself.

"Come! Look!"

"Ok."

Xing stood in front of the mirror, carefully examining herself in the mirror, and blinked.

Xing was looking down and memorizing her lines the whole time, so she didn't really notice the face-switching process.

Now that I see it, it really is amazing.

Her facial features have been slightly adjusted, but not much has changed; she looks more rugged and composed.