"That was exhausting," Reign muttered aloud as he returned to reality, staring up at the familiar ceiling of the bedroom.
He hadn't anticipated it would take such a long time to adapt and enhance all his original skills. It highlighted how much extra knowledge could improve one's skills.
Diving into a book on mechanical engineering and machinery had elevated his combat skills by around 10-15%, even without any direct boosts to his stats.
To others, it would appear he had simply gone to sleep, unaware that he had spent the night training and refining his abilities.
He sat up in bed and glanced at the wall clock, seeing that it would soon be morning.
'She's not back yet? May be she's dead already?' he wondered momentarily, then quickly shook his head.
He was certain the entire city would be in an uproar if she had really unleashed her full power.
Reign wasn't really concerned about her. If she died, it was no longer his problem.
However, he would feel a bit disappointed that he wouldn't be able to eat her body. That missed EXP and reward would haunt him in his sleep.
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
KNOCK!
The sudden noise jolted him from his thoughts. He turned toward the door, and replied
"It's open"
CLICK!
The door swung open, revealing Richard standing there with another person.
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It was a young woman wearing a black jacket, a bright bubble gum bubble popping between her lips.
She held a briefcase in one hand and surveyed the room with a casual, almost bored expression.
The woman raised an eyebrow, blowing another bubble before letting it pop.
"Nice place, so where is the demon that needs a make over? "
When the woman spoke so boldly, Richard almost raised his hand to slap her in the face.
'Watch your tone in front of a demon lord," he thought angrily. "Do you want us all to die? Are you really that bored with your life that you want this city to perish with you?'
However, before he could react, he noticed that Reign hadn't moved at all.
After a few moments, she carefully removed the mold and inspected it with a critical eye.
She then poured a white chemical into the mold, which would form the basis of the mask.
While waiting, she then pull up a tablet and then showed him an app that has controls in it where he could actually edit his face
"This is a face customizer. You can tweak it so I can make masks for you," she explained.
"Can I design multiple masks?" Reign asked, feeling like he was using a character creation tool in a game.
"Sure, as long as you have the money," she turned towards Richard.
"Money is not an issue. He is our very important guest and deserves only the best," Richard replied, making sure to butter up Reign for added points.
The woman smiled, knowing she would earn a huge sum from this job.
As for Reign, he had already begun designing his face in the app.
He didn't really care about Richard's words—what was money to him anyway? If she didn't make more masks, he would just rip her head off.
After much editing, he designed three masks that he believed he could use in the future.
The first mask featured his iconic white hair and youthful, smooth skin that made him appear to be 20 years old.
Second mask was similar but with a different hairstyle, styled in a brushed-off fashion.
Lastly, there was a mask that aged him to look like a 70-year-old man, with gray hair and signs of aging etched across the whole face.
The woman examined the designs and didn't question his taste; as long as she got paid, her job was to make masks, not to judge others, after all.
"Perfect," she said,. "I'll have your new mask ready soon."
"How many days?" Reign asked, curious about the time frame. .
"Days? I can finish this in 5 hours," she replied confidently.
"Then make four of each for me," he ordered.
Losing his mask had become a recurring issue, so he planned to have plenty of spares hidden in different locations, just in case something happened again.
"Alright, that's not an issue." she responded.
When she left the room, Reign called for Richard.
"Make sure she doesn't leak anything," he warned.
"Don't worry, Master. We already know what to do," Richard replied, his eyes suggesting that the woman wouldn't be able to enjoy her money for long.