Why is his holy light red?

It's no wonder Mercury is so sensitive; lately, he's increasingly felt that big capital is everywhere.

Even the bottled water and snacks in the association building are produced by companies under Yong Sheng Technology, and the massage cream they use after training is also a product of Yong Sheng Technology.

So when Mercury heard the name Eternal Club, he couldn't help but think of immortality technology.

But he didn't ask directly. Even if it was a club run by Eternal Life Technology, he didn't want to spoil the fun today.

Rex continued enthusiastically, "This place is only open to members. And you must be a superhuman to register."

Mercury thought to himself that being a superpowered person was probably only one of the requirements; the second condition was likely a net worth of at least seven figures.

Rex led the two through the doorway. They were greeted by a large hall with a ceiling that was more than two stories high. A huge crystal chandelier hung in the center, and the light, after being refracted through layers, spread out on the marble floor with a shimmering, gold-like glow.

Large oil paintings hung on both walls. Mercury didn't understand art, but if they were real oil paintings, the paint alone must have cost tens of thousands. The air was filled with a scent that blended cedar and citrus, and the faint sound of a piano could be heard coming from somewhere.

What a luxurious place.

"There's a clothing section and styling studios on the fifth floor. I'll take you up there." Rex walked straight to the elevator, swiped his card, and pressed the button for the fifth floor.

Nora had already taken out her phone, skillfully turned on the video recording mode, and the camera first scanned the dazzling hall before moving closer to Mercury.

"This is my first time here too," she said with a smile, her voice brimming with barely suppressed excitement. "I'm here because of you."

Mercury corrected, "We both benefited from Rex's fame."

Nora shook her head and said in a low voice, "No, it's entirely because of you. Rex doesn't usually like coming to places like this. Without his friends, no club is fun."

Mercury followed her gaze and glanced at Rex, who was studying the floor plan in the corner of the elevator. "Where's Vincent? Weren't they friends before they argued?"

"Vincent..." Nora lowered her phone, her voice even softer, "You know about his father's situation, right? With that kind of background, he probably wouldn't be able to get into a place like this. Besides, he's incredibly proud; he won't even ride in Rex's car, let alone spend his money."

Mercury did not ask any further questions.

He suddenly understood where Rex's excitement throughout the night had come from.

This isn't about showing off wealth, or rather, it's more than just showing off wealth. It's about someone who's owned this new toy for a long time but never had the chance to open it and show it off, and finally found someone willing to play with it.

When the elevator reached the fifth floor, the moment the doors opened, a warm-toned corridor unfolded before us, with floor-to-ceiling windows on both sides, clearly showing the clothing, accessories, and styling workstations on display.

Mercury thought for a moment, then took out his phone from his pocket and turned on the recording function.

A welcome party thrown by a new friend is worth remembering, no matter what.

…………

In the styling studio on the fifth floor, Mercury stood in the center of the projection platform, a soft blue light emanating from the circular area beneath his feet. The entire wall in front of him transformed into a giant mirrored screen, projecting his full-body image onto it in real time.

Rex stood to the side, his fingers swiping across the floating touch panel as if flipping through an endless electronic picture book. On the screen, Mercury's hairstyle changed at a visible speed—from a buzz cut to a slicked-back style, from a split top to a wolf tail, and even lingered for a few seconds on one page, projecting a head of long, flowing hair onto him.

"I think you should grow your hair long," Rex said, stroking his chin and studying the effect on the screen with a serious expression. "It's a real shame that this face isn't used for cross-dressing."

The androgynous designer standing nearby nodded repeatedly and said to Mercury, "He definitely has a natural star face. He'd be perfect for those banned films about gender dysphoria. He might even win Best Newcomer."

Mercury glanced at the so-called famous designer with disdain, wondering if the basic requirement for this profession was mental abnormality.

Mercury firmly stated, "Unless the world is about to be destroyed and I have to dress as a woman to save it, that's impossible."

He reached out and took the tablet from Rex's hand, decisively swiping away the image of that flowing long hair. His fingers swiped quickly across the screen, passing over elaborate formal wear and overly flashy streetwear, finally stopping at a sporty outfit.

A black cropped jacket, a basic red top, dark gray jogger pants, and a pair of white retro running shoes.

The color scheme is simple and straightforward, with a black background and red accents; he has always liked this combination.

Although the uninspired design didn't satisfy the designer, the customer is always right, and this professional who couldn't distinguish between men and women still put together more than a dozen outfits in the same style for Mercury—from everyday casual wear to formal suits for special occasions, and even a black stand-up collar combat uniform.

However, these combat suits offer little in terms of defense; they're purely for aesthetic purposes. For truly usable combat equipment, it's best to apply to the Hero Association, where professionals can custom-make the most suitable gear for you.

However, it's not free.

Just as Mercury was about to glance at the small print in the lower right corner indicating the total price, Rex had already slapped a black membership card onto the card reader.

With a "beep," a green notification popped up on the screen indicating successful payment.

The boss is generous.

Mercury was very envious, wondering when he could be as rich as Rex.

"Alright, it'll be up in a bit." Rex put the card back in his pocket, the movement as casual as buying a cup of milk tea. "Go and hurry up with Nora—girls don't finish picking out clothes in a few hours. Hurry up, there are still many events tonight."

The two walked together toward the women's clothing section, expecting Nora to still be browsing, but they saw her walking out of the women's clothing section right in front of them.

"So fast?" Rex was taken aback. "Don't worry about the price, it's all on me tonight."

He thought Nora was embarrassed to spend his money, but Nora shook her head: "No, I've already chosen."

Mercury noticed her expression was off and asked directly, "What happened?"

Nora was a little embarrassed and hesitated for a moment before saying, "I was picking out clothes when a few staff members suddenly came and said they needed to clear the area, so they asked me to leave. But it's okay, I've already chosen what I wanted."

Upon hearing this, Rex's brows immediately furrowed: "I'd like to see who made my friend leave."

His tone was clearly angry. He had happily invited his friends over, only to have the club staff kick them out?

"Rex, don't get so worked up." Mercury pressed down on his shoulder. "The club clearing out the area definitely isn't for you. Some important person has probably arrived."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Why don't we go and see what's going on? I'm also curious to know who this important person is."

Rex's anger subsided slightly after hearing this, and he nodded: "Alright, I'd like to see for myself."

Mercury was also very curious.

If this Eternal Club is really related to Eternal Life Technology, then could the people who came be high-level executives of Eternal Life Technology?

If that's the case, then Mercury really needs to "get to know" him beforehand.