Chapter 10: Rejected by Elegance – The Unwelcoming Gates of High-end Salons

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Cain and Fifi ended up wandering around the district, striking out at every salon they tried. No place seemed willing to cut his hair.

Cain and Fifi found themselves roaming the upscale streets of Zone A, District 1, a maze of sleek buildings and neon signs that screamed luxury. The bustling business district was teeming with well-dressed individuals and high-end stores, making Cain's rugged appearance stand out even more.

"I'm sorry, sir," the manager said, her tone polite but firm. "We only serve clients by appointment. And our schedule is fully booked for the next three months."

Cain's eyes narrowed. He knew a brush-off when he saw one. "Fully booked, huh?" he muttered as he left, feeling the stares of the other clients drilling into his back.

Their next stop was "Luxe Locks," an equally high-end salon with an interior that gleamed with white marble and gold accents. The receptionist looked up, her smile wavering as she saw Cain.

"Do you have an appointment?" she asked, her eyes flicking over his rugged attire and rough demeanor.

"No, but I need a haircut," Cain replied, his patience thinning.

"I'm afraid we only take appointments," she said quickly, glancing nervously at the stylist who had paused mid-snip to eye Cain warily. "And we're very busy today."

Cain scoffed as he turned to leave, noticing the half-empty salon behind him. "Busy, right."

Next was "Divine Cuts," a salon famous for catering to celebrities and influencers. The moment Cain walked in, he felt the atmosphere change. The stylists exchanged glances, and the clients shifted uncomfortably in their seats. A tall, slim man with an air of superiority approached him.

"Can I help you?" the man asked, his tone dripping with disdain.

"I need a haircut," Cain said bluntly.

The man sniffed, looking Cain up and down. "I'm sorry, but we only serve clients of a certain . . . caliber. You don't exactly look like our usual clientele."

Cain clenched his fists, resisting the urge to respond with a punch. Instead, he turned on his heel and walked out, Fifi floating beside him with a sullen expression.

At "Prestige Styles," the reaction was even more blatant. As soon as Cain entered, a young stylist with vibrant blue hair pointedly sniffed the air.

"Do you smell that?" the stylist asked loudly. "It smells like . . . poverty."

The receptionist giggled, covering her mouth as she looked at Cain. "I'm sorry, sir, but we're a high-end salon. We have a reputation to uphold, and we can't just let anyone in."

Cain's jaw tightened. "Is that so?" he said coldly before storming out, his anger barely contained.

"Just don't let him know you're a trainee, and everything will be fine," the manager said before tapping his shoulder and leaving him to handle the problem.

"W-what style do you want, sir?" the trainee asked, stuttering as he met Cain's piercing gaze. He almost wet himself when Cain grabbed him by the collar and stared at him seriously.

"Listen very closely. I want you to cut my hair short and make sure the length remains the same for the wig. I don't care what style you cut it, but the most important thing is my wig."

"Y-you want to make a wig out of your cut hair?" the trainee clarified.

"That's right. I don't have to tell you what will happen if you don't follow my instructions, right?"

The trainee gulped hard and nodded vigorously.

Cain released him and began fiddling with his phone and left the guy to do his job.

"Are you sure? This guy doesn't seem like he's an expert," Fifi said, scrutinizing the trainee. She could search him up but it would cost her mana. She already used up considerable amount of mana searching for salons in her Goddess Screen. She felt like she didn't want to use her magic on something like this.

"As long as my hair is well preserved into a wig. Besides, I don't even know what style would suit me. He's the barber, so I'll let him handle it," Cain replied without care.

Behind him, the trainee looked at Cain and shivered. He's even talking to himself! This guy is very dangerous! he screamed internally.

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