Imagine a medieval person challenging a man who looked useless except for being handsome to a one-on-one fight, and after waving a big broadsword on the spot ready to send the opponent to meet God, the opponent suddenly snaps their fingers…
Bang!
“The times have changed, My Lord.” Combat ended.
“Elegant, simply too elegant!” Otto gave extremely high praise to this piece of equipment.
After testing the attack, Otto walked to a small stream nearby, ready to test the core ability of this glove—”Face Changing”.
He gently covered his face with his gloved left hand, his thoughts shifting slightly.
He saw his hair begin to change color rapidly, turning from brilliant gold to dark brown, and his facial bones also underwent a slight crawl.
A few seconds later, Otto lowered his hand and looked at the reflection in the stream.
In the reflection, the noble youth who originally had blonde hair and blue eyes and looked like a rich, handsome man had disappeared.
Replaced by him was a short brown-haired, resolute face; although it lacked a bit of refinement due to missing glasses—the soul entity—these facial features and temperament were simply carved from the exact same mold!
If there were a transmigrator who had played Honkai nearby, they would probably point at him on the spot and shout: “Holy shit!
Yang Chaoyue?!”
Otto looked at the reflection full of wisdom and rationality in the lake, touching his chin.
In this deserted, away-from-the-bustle wilderness, the edgy soul belonging to the troll could finally no longer be suppressed.
He used the effect of the glove to fine-tune his vocal cords, making his voice deep and magnetic.
Then Otto cleared his throat, opened his arms, closed his eyes, and began to chant affectionately:
“Power…
Destination…
Ideal…
When I inherited the name of Welt, I also obtained everything of that man at the same time, but under this name there is nothing belonging to me; I am only playing a shadow that has been dead for many years.
Yet?
Why must I play a failed shadow?”
“That’s right!
It was I who killed the Herrscher of the Void and saved this world!
I did what that man failed to do!”
Otto shouted in a passionate tone:
“I have already surpassed him!
This is my own power, my own destination, my own ideal!
This is the real me!”
Yang Chaoyue!
[covering face]
A classic frantic line finished echoing in the forest, followed by dead silence.
However, this silence lasted for less than five seconds.
“Pfft…
Hahahaha!”
Covering his face, Otto burst into unrestrained laughter by the stream with a smug expression.
Anyway, acting crazy while wearing Lao Yang’s face, what did it have to do with him, Otto?
“Not bad, not bad at all.”
This sense of disorder—wearing Welt’s face, wearing Otto’s clothes, and reciting lines in a frantic tone—brought him immense psychological pleasure.
After laughing for a good while, Otto finally calmed his mood, removed the disguise on his face, and restored his original appearance.
Then he stood in place again and began to thoroughly test the limit of the false face gloves’ bodily alterations.
After some tossing and turning, he summarized a few points.
First, the bodily skeleton could not undergo fundamental changes; for example, he couldn’t turn into a 2.5-meter giant, but he could use the gloves to increase his height by about ten centimeters, or undergo a certain degree of bone compression to make himself shorter.
As for the chest…
Otto lowered his head to look at the shape he had desperately pinched out with the gloves and sighed.
At best, he could only pinch out Fu Hua’s size, because anything bigger would be impolite.
After testing was complete, Otto turned around and returned along the original path to Tintagel Castle.
Returning to the city gate once again, those few guards still bowed and saluted respectfully, not even daring to stop him.
“Very well, very spirited.” Otto walked into the city with a smile.
Returning to the Windmill Inn, Philin hadn’t returned yet.
Otto went straight up into the carriage compartment, sat on the soft cushion, and summoned the system panel.
Looking at the freshly earned “160 gold coins” in the balance, these were all earned by scamming the Fat Priest just now.
Otto’s right hand trembled slightly.
As a modern soul, the temptation of the gacha button was simply greater than that of beautiful anime girls.
Tap it, and maybe it would be a golden legend?
Maybe a bicycle would turn into a motorcycle?
However, after a mental struggle lasting as long as ten seconds, Otto forcibly held back the urge to immediately reach out and tap the screen.
“No!
Single pulls ruin a lifetime; this is the iron law of the two-dimensional gacha world!” Otto rubbed his chin, talking to himself earnestly, “Single pulls are bad civilization; if I can’t even resist this, how can I accomplish great things in the future?”
Aww~ I pulled a single pull last night and got a separate craft essence in less than ten pulls~ [grinning]
Having made up his mind, Otto decisively closed the system panel, deciding to first be a quiet, handsome man.