Transform into a human

"Taiyang? You're looking for me...?"

"Those are some shady things, Professor Odysseus must have done quite a few, right?"

The man chose to get straight to the point, completely skipping the small talk, as if the name "Taiyang Group" was enough to explain everything.

After a moment's thought, Yue Lai knew what this guy was talking about: he had come to Cavendish to "change his appearance"!

Skin-changing artists are practically born to do these "dirty jobs." They can perfectly graft not only appearance, fingerprints, and blood type, but also cause and effect.

Yue Lai pretended to think, but in reality he had already accepted it. Relying on his memories of "hooligans" from more than two hundred years ago, he knew very well that once the black-and-white killing scheme was launched, all the "coincidences" would be "destined".

Seeing the man's completely unsurprised expression, he nodded.

"When?"

"Now, shouldn't Master Odysseus know the rules?"

"I will keep quiet."

……

University Town, Prison No. 14.

Many criminals from other planets and even other star systems are sent to the police headquarters for trial and imprisonment, so the prison density on this planet is ridiculously high. Almost every city has a large prison, and the university town is no exception.

Downton followed the man in the baseball cap out of the cargo hold. Inside the prison was a miniature starport, used for transporting prisoners. To Downton's surprise, he saw the familiar Golden Snitch there.

"Once you're released from prison as Kerr, you can sail back in your own boat."

Downton pursed his lips. This ship was a gift from his mother on his coming-of-age ceremony, and it was the only gift he had ever received from his parents.

He turned to look at the baseball cap; even in the blazing midday sun, his face remained hidden in shadow. Downton racked his brains, recalling the knowledge he had memorized in college, and finally remembered what this extraordinary path was called—

Curved light.

'This really suits the habits of these rats in the gutter.'

The two entered the prison, a large prison that housed thousands of people and looked like a shopping mall, but the densely patrolled prison guards ignored them.

Downton looked down at himself, and sure enough, he was completely transparent.

The man in the baseball cap chuckled softly.

"Although we've reached an agreement with the warden, we still have to maintain appearances."

Do you know the name of this prison?

Downton had no idea why the baseball cap suddenly brought this up.

Without waiting for Downton's reply, the man in the baseball cap continued on his own:

"Prison No. 14 is nicknamed 'Warmth Prison' by the prisoners because the deputy warden has a nice name, Wenqing (meaning 'warmth')."

Downton was stunned. Prison number fourteen? He had actually returned to the university town?

Although he did not graduate from a federal national university, he had spent four years in this city. Returning to this situation, he couldn't help but feel a mix of emotions.

Why is the guy in the baseball cap talking to him about all this? Is he just getting carried away with the conversation?

Before long, the two arrived at the outside of a secluded cell. The man in the baseball cap placed his hand on the doorknob but did not open it.

"The person inside is the 'face-changing' artist who will 'replace' your face afterward. You can get to know them first, so you won't suspect we're lying to you."

"Downton, why don't you guess what will become of this 'skin-painting artist'?"

Before Downton could answer, the man in the baseball cap opened the heavy special door to the cell, and Cavendish was sitting inside.

Yue Lai, relying on his "Quick Attention" ability, overheard the conversation between the two people outside the door, yet still maintained a serious demeanor:

"Is that you?"

The man in the baseball cap nodded: "I heard that the art of skin painting emphasizes 'the bone structure is the silk and the sky is the brush,' and that the inscriptions carved for different bone structures have subtle differences. So I brought someone over in advance for you to familiarize yourself with it, so that there won't be any mishaps later."

Yue Lai recalled the process of Cavendish adjusting his face; it seemed that the guy hadn't prepared at all.

He smiled confidently and said, "Don't worry, I have an excellent reputation in this industry."

The man in the baseball cap nodded; being able to teach at a national university was certainly no easy feat.

Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly froze on the spot. Even through the mosaic-like light and shadow, Downton could sense that the man's emotions seemed to have changed.

The man in the baseball cap looked at Downton and said, "Wait here for a bit, don't wander off."

After saying that, he turned and left the cell.

Downton is at a loss now. Are they just going to leave him like this? Do they think he'll never escape from the heavily guarded Prison Number Fourteen?

He sat patiently for a while, and as time passed, other thoughts gradually began to form in his mind—

What if he could escape without implicating Kerr? He could easily investigate the black market dealers' affairs on his own after he escapes!

He was, after all, a barbarian from the Third Path. According to the information he had secretly gathered over the years, barbarians of the same level were much stronger than other capable people. Surely this prison couldn't be hiding a Flower-Haired Scholar, could it?

Thinking of this, a wicked thought arose in his mind. The three paths of the barbarian sect are called "Rogue's Courage," and what changes is not just combat power!

Suddenly, Downton sprang up, grabbed Yue Lai by the neck, and said viciously, "Now do as I say!"

The actor Yue Yingdi took the phrase "too weak to even kill a chicken" to the extreme, his face turning red as he nodded repeatedly.

Downton wasn't particularly wary of a mere skin-changing artist. He threw Yue Lai to the ground and said viciously, "Now change my face, make me look like you, and then you'll wait here with my face on!"

But Yue Lai's next answer exceeded his expectations:

"But...but I don't know how."

Downton considered two possibilities: the masked artist would either remain defiant to the death or readily submit to "goodness," but the other party chose "or" over A!

"You're kidding me!"

"I'm telling the truth, look if you don't believe me," Yue Lai rolled up his sleeves, his red muscles bulging. "Hero, I am a pure-hearted man. Capable people and extraordinary talents cannot coexist."

Downton didn't expect his plan to end so soon. These people are so unreliable! They can even find a fake skin-changing artist for a business that involves beheading!

He asked suspiciously, "Aren't children supposed to be forbidden from lying? How did you manage to deceive them?"

Yue Lai used a trick of the con artist: "That's not a scam. I can indeed change people's faces, but only to a fixed face."

Yue Lai pulled out his other face, a face that came from the "two-faced" technique, and therefore was not covered by Cavendish's skills, still retaining the original appearance of "Yue Lai".

Anyone online at Downton Chain Crystal Network would recognize this notorious criminal suspect.

He took Yue Lai's face, frowned, and asked, "What is this?"

Yue Lai made up a lie with a straight face: "This is called a pre-made face. It's the work of my colleague who's a skin-painting artist at the research institute."

"This customer didn't clearly state their needs. If they had mentioned on-site customization earlier, I would have recommended a colleague to come over in person."

"Hero, I'm telling the truth. We innocent people can't lie!"

Downton had no choice but to believe it. His original plan was to switch identities with "Cavendish," letting the other person use his face to distract the guards while he escaped. Now, his plan was severely hampered, and he had no choice but to make his escape with this face that no one knew!

He put on the mask in his hand, and the mask suddenly softened, perfectly covering his face. Even the touch felt like touching his own face.

He exclaimed in admiration, "No wonder he is one of the Thirty-Six Extraordinary Warriors; even the pre-made face is so lifelike."

"It's because my colleague is a good cook."

Downton pushed open the slightly ajar special door, turned to look at Yue Lai, and hesitated for a long time. The answer to the question from the man in the baseball cap earlier was simple: regardless of whether their plan succeeded or failed, this skin-changing artist was doomed, so he felt no remorse.

If he were caught by the police on charges of "assisting in a prison break," it might actually be a good thing for him, at least it could save his life.

Then he said fiercely, "Stay here quietly and don't make any noise!"

After saying that, he closed the special door again.

"Achoo!"

In the temporary detention cell on the third floor, Cavendish suddenly sneezed.

"Who cares about me?" He then let out a big yawn. Simply put, he was incredibly bored.

Yesterday he did have a great time in front of various media outlets, and he did feel the improvement in his skills, just as Yue Lai said. But the days without internet were too hard to endure!

"The Battle Diva was supposed to be touring Police Hub, but with all this commotion at University City, I don't know if she'll be able to come."

He's a die-hard Winona Ronne fan, otherwise he wouldn't have kept her data, allowing Mo to skip a step when changing the skin.

Hearing his complaints, a voice drifted from behind him:

"Even if we come, we won't be able to see it, so let's not come."

Cavendish wholeheartedly agreed: "That makes sense."

As for the mouth that floated behind him, he was already used to it. This fellow inmate had been transferred to the cell next door in the morning and had been performing all sorts of "tricks" for him ever since. He would use his head as a basketball, his arms as legs and his feet as hands to perform the Iron Mountain Lean, and twist himself into a pretzel... He had never seen such a clown.

"I've never seen such a clown as you."

"Sigh, prejudice in people's hearts is a mountain," Kerr shook his head. "That's how I always try to cheer up the captain when he's unhappy, but you still seem quite upset."

Only a fool would laugh at such a hellish performance! Cavendish silently grumbled.

Forget it, I won't say anything to rub it in. Maybe that "captain" was just being teased on purpose...

Kerr suddenly retorted, "Don't you know what reciprocity means? I've already performed so many talents, why aren't you performing?"

"?"

"By the way, why are you, a piece of trash, locked up in a temporary detention cell? Aren't there special closed cells...?"

To cope with the various amazing abilities of the Thirty-Six Extraordinary People and the Twelve Talented People, the prison cells are also diverse. For example, there is a completely enclosed cell specifically for scum, where the entire room has no holes and ventilation is achieved through a built-in purification device.

And what use are those alloy bars in the temporary detention cell to scum?!

Kerr transformed into various "parts" and moved through the cell: "What's wrong with this? It makes it easier for us to communicate!"

"Communication is a two-way street; this is just one-sided harassment!"

"Who told you not to show off your talents? Come on, come on, let me broaden my horizons!"

Cavendish was thoroughly annoyed by the commotion and took a deep breath: "Why do you insist on making me perform a talent?"

"My boss once told me that the seniors in Longchang were all highly skilled and unparalleled masters. I just wanted to broaden my horizons."

"..."

Seeing that Cavendish didn't reply, Kerr continued, "I heard this is a university town? This is my first time at a university!"

"You never went to university?" Professor Odysseus exclaimed incredulously. "The Federation has been implementing sixteen years of compulsory education for so long!"

"I am a demi-human," Kerr said dejectedly. "Even when the boss was in school, he couldn't take me with him."

Cavendish suddenly thought that being a fool wouldn't be so bad? At least it would kill time.

He put on a stern face: "Then I'll give you a big face-changing performance!"

"A poop face?!"

Kerr's mouth dropped open; this guy was much more capable than him!

Cavendish lightly wiped his face, and runes flashed at his fingertips, instantly transforming him into Tang Xiao, the president of the Federal University!

He said smugly, "How about it? It's no worse than yours, is it?"

To everyone's surprise, Kerr looked disappointed.

"That's it? Where's the poop you were promised?"

"?"

Cavendish felt that the silly boy was saying something he couldn't understand.

Forget it, I won't argue with an idiot.

He wiped his face again, transforming back into Yue Lai, and lay on the bed, now determined to ignore the kid.

As a result, I fell asleep while lying down.

For once, Kerr didn't make a sound. He reassembled his scattered body parts and quietly contorted his facial muscles.

If Cavendish were still awake, he would have jumped up in shock at the sight before him, because Kerr was mimicking the inscription he had just used with his muscles!

When the face-changing artist changes the face, he has to simulate five kinds of ancient imperial inscriptions on his five fingers. They are even older than the ancient imperial script and are used to describe the five aspects of "skin, flesh, tendons, bones and spirit". Ordinary people will bleed when they see those ancient scripts with mysterious power, but Kerr actually memorized all the changes in that instant!

Cavendish used a total of ten ancient inscriptions in front of him. It would normally take a top student from a federal national university at least a semester to learn these ten characters!

This can no longer be described simply as "genius".

While it's true that a skilled person cannot master the skills of a prodigy, Zha Zi, as the one with the strongest control over his physical body among the twelve skilled people, can completely simulate those inscriptions with his muscles!

Kerr went to the sink, filled it with water, and adjusted his face using the reflection. In just over ten minutes, a brand new "Yue Lai" was freshly made.

He transformed into Yue Lai one moment and Tang Xiao the next, having a great time.

"The boss was right. There are many hidden talents in Longchang, each with their own unique skills. I've only been here a short time and I've already learned the 'poop face' technique."

"It's just that the name is a bit strange."

He spread his body again and slipped through the gap between the bars to the outside of the cell:

"That's what a senior artist is like. I need to hurry up and learn from other senior artists so I can perform more shows in the future!"

"Anyway, it's not my face, so it should be fine to go out for a while, right?"