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Chapter 572 - 572 311 Handsome Skin (4000)_2

Chapter 572: 311 Handsome Skin (4000)_2 Chapter 572: 311 Handsome Skin (4000)_2 “Perhaps it’s your illusion. Maybe my face just suits for this kind of blond hair.” Casio remained still, his hair grew by half a centimeter when it reached the edge of his ear.

“Ahhh you…”

The look in Red Tooth’s eyes seems to have noticed it, but just about to speak, he saw a half-open eye, like a sleepy tiger.

The pupils are flickering with a slightly suppressed blood-red light.

For a moment, he felt his heart skip a beat!

“Oh, we’re almost there, about half an hour or so.”

Red Tooth decisively transferred the topic.

“Hmm, wake me up when we arrive…” That eye closed once again.

“…” Red Tooth quietly swallowed, his stiff body instantly relaxed, and he didn’t know when his back was drenched in cold sweat. He didn’t know why he was so afraid of the Wind Elephant, but instinct told Red Tooth never to risk his life.

So even if he had many doubts in his mind, he could only hold them back.

He wet his cracked lips, Red Tooth gave a final glance at Casio. It was as if an illusion appeared, he clearly saw the flesh of that face twitch slightly. The nostrils contracted, the nose bone rose slightly, from the original ruggedness to much more delicate and pronounced.

“This….”

Red Tooth blinked fiercely, suddenly saw Casio frown. He forced himself to look away, looking at the scenery outside the window.

“I didn’t see anything….”

The horse carriage swayed, heading straight ahead into the distance.

Federation Calendar, the year 156, July 21, 3 PM.

Black Sand City, Suburb Organization Base, Black Light Vineyard.

A horse carriage slowly entered this building that seemed to have a history of several decades, the spacious White Stone Road was simple and straight, with streetlights on both sides. Beside the empty flower bed, the black carriage stopped, and two figures walked down, one in front of the other.

Tap.

Black boots stepped on the hard floor, the blond figure in the trench coat stood in front of the flower bed, glancing at the villa.

“I’m a bit tired, I’ll go to the room to rest for a while.”

Guided by a vague memory, Casio strode over directly.

“Ahh, Wind Elephant.” Red Tooth called to Casio from behind: “Those two of yours that got moved from the other senior levels arrived at noon. Also, the other seniors of the Antiques Department should also arrive soon, and a banquet will be held in the evening. The time is probably around eight, if it’s convenient, do attend… ”

He didn’t even realize that the tone of his voice had somehow weakened, unlike an equal senior level, but more like a subordinate.

“Are you talking about Esulann and Sonya? Hmm, tell them to come to my room at five. As for the banquet in the evening, I will attend. The senior levels of the Assassination Department and the Antiques Department should all be there, right?” Under Casio’s gaze, Red Tooth, who was somewhat hostile to him, nodded, inexplicably behaving obediently.

He then stood in the same spot, watching Casio leave.

At three-thirty in the afternoon, a room on the right side of the manor.

The sunlight slanted in from the window, creating irregular long columns of light on the white floor. Instantly reflecting a bright glimmer, it lit up the whole space.

A king-size comfortable soft bed, white bedside table, black bookcase, brass gramophone, sofa coffee table, brown carpet.

All the furnishings were there. The only pity was that not even a potted plant had been placed, taking away a point of freshness.

On the carpet near the window, under warm sunlight.

A blond figure was sitting cross-legged, sweat was seeping continuously from all over his body, like broken pearls wetting his black training pants. His skin was bright red, and faint streams of steam were constantly evaporating from the surface of his body.

“Crack crack crack crack….”

A series of exploding bone sounds could be heard from deep within his body.

His muscles continued to compress, organs squirmed, and even his face was undergoing obvious changes. His features were enveloped in plumes of steam, seemingly engaged in the process of reintegration and reshaping.

The power he brought back from the Era of Retrospection to the real world had been in a constant state of fusion and transformation with his body. The substantial gains from the fourth retrospect had sustained these changes. Add to this the fact that Casio had been deliberately suppressing them along the way.

Thus, these changes have not yet concluded.

White mist churned, and the figure of Casio, encased within, gradually began to shrink. Before the fourth retrospect, he was about 1.9 meters tall, a hulking man of muscles that anyone could recognize at first glance.

At this very moment, his robust body was being compressed in its entirety.

His height shrunk gradually from 1.9 meters to about 1.8 meters.

The exaggerated muscle contour, previously reminiscent of piled-up rocks, swiftly disappeared, transforming into a collection of smooth and slender muscle lines.

They weren’t too exaggerated, nor did they look weak. They were in a state that was about right, much like the body of a swimmer.

Harmonious and powerful, it possessed a sense of beauty.

The muscle density, thrice that of a fighter’s, made his seemingly shrunken body far more formidable and powerful than his previous gigantic form!

Over an hour passed.

At half past four in the afternoon, Casio opened his eyes and walked into the washroom. He took a shower with cold water, washing away the filth and sweat from his body. The fluid trickled down his hair, splashed intensely upon his mighty body, just like an ascetic cultivating beneath a waterfall.

He wiped the water off his face and approached the mirror.

His waist was sturdy, his stature tall, and muscle lines smooth, like a cheetah. Flecks of sunlight danced upon his body, creating an impression of magnificent beauty.

He then regarded his face. High brows, deep-set eyes, straight nose, wide forehead. His eyes were delicately elongated, blue like lake water. His nose was tall and straight, emanating a ruggedly beautiful aura. Under his dazzling golden-silky hair, his sharp features cast shadows on his eyebrows and jawline.

In a word, handsome.

The body in the real world was overly masculine, while his slender body in the Era of Retrospection tended towards feminine elegance. The combination of both resulted in a look that possessed both aesthetics and the sense of power. These changes were significant, but anyone familiar with him could still recognize him through his brows and eyes.

There was roughly a fifty percent resemblance to his previous appearance.

Such is the evolution and transformation through the Golem Martial Art, making the physical body develop towards perfection, including the addition of several organs.

Casio tugged at the corners of his mouth while looking at his reflection, but there was absolutely no trace of a smile. His aura was intense and cold, as if draped in ice, radiating an aura that warned others to stay away.

“Roar…”

White steam erupted from his entire body. He instantly evaporated the moisture on his skin and slowly walked out of the washroom.

For Casio’s current realm, physical appearance was irrelevant. Of course, no matter how handsome the faces were during the normal state, they would inevitably turn into a ferocious fear-inducing countenance in a battle state.

It was just a matter of aesthetics in daily life.

Dressed in clean and neat clothes, Casio soon thought of his subordinate Bass, nicknamed “Magician”. He claimed to be a New Human, a descendant of the Eerie Night Guest after the annihilation of the Black Rain Villa. He possessed the super-telekinetic ability to manipulate small metallic items.

Seemingly, he was from some Mentalist Association.

Standing in place, he pondered for a while and decided to firstly experiment on his subordinate. During the Era of Retrospection, Casio had already known about the effects of the Magic Core Seed, which had three main points.

First, Casio could locate the position of the demon seed, remotely manipulate the golem life field, thereby influencing the state of those who were injected.

Second, those injected could rely on the demon seed to cultivate the Golem Breathing Art, stimulate the Golem Life Field to harden the physical body. It was akin to a weakened version of the Golem Martial Art. This process would deplete nutrients from the cultivator’s body and could be addictive.

Third, those injected would crave life vibration energy and would have their personalities influenced by the demon seed, triggering desires. They would become more daring, more aggressive, and more ambitious. At the same time, they would feel intimate and admiring towards Casio, who housed the demon seed.

It was as if they were offsprings separated from the mother entity.

Casio planned to repeat the process with Bass and two other subordinates a few more times to make sure no details were overlooked or unusual.

If all goes well, he will give the senior members of the Black Spade “A” organization from the Antiques Department and Assassination Department a surprise at tonight’s banquet at eight. Surely, no one would refuse…

If someone really doesn’t know what’s good for them, Casio wouldn’t mind beating them with his fists non-stop until they gladly accept.