Jiang City.
In a studio within the Happy Garden complex.
Under dim lighting, a woman with disheveled hair was meticulously carving a human skin mask using the spiritual energy from her fingertips.
Her movements were skilled and precise, as if she wasn't just carving leather, but creating a work of art.
"Hmm... perfect."
"But why can't anyone appreciate this kind of art?"
The woman muttered to herself, focusing on her work.
Looking around the room.
The walls were covered with various human skin masks, each as thin as a cicada's wing, all incredibly lifelike, as if they possessed their own vitality.
Each face bore a different expression - some smiling, some angry, some sad.
The table was filled with various tools and materials.
The woman's name was Little Qing.
She was a legitimate professional... skin artist!
Skin artists were practitioners of a special profession that had been passed down from ancient times.
But due to the extreme difficulty of the craft, it had gradually become lost to time.
The masks made by skin artists were completely different from ordinary masks.
The masks made by Little Qing... could perfectly blend with skin to the point of being indistinguishable from reality.
The effect was equivalent to completely changing one's face.
Moreover.
Unless removed using her special technique, there was no other way to take them off.
Though Little Qing's room was cluttered, everything was arranged in perfect order, showing her strict requirements for her work environment.
She carefully refined the mask in her hands until every detail was flawless.
Then, she carefully hung the mask on the wall, admiring it with satisfaction.
Although she saw this as an art form.
Clearly, not a single mask on the wall could be sold.
What a pity, was there really no one who understood her?
Maybe... she should register an account on the dark web?
She'd heard there were many assassins there who might need these.
Just as she was thinking this.
Ding dong~
The room's door chimed softly.
Little Qing's eyes widened in surprise.
This was...
"A customer?!"
Little Qing turned around and hurried to open the door.
Then.
She saw a tall man in a black coat with a warm demeanor.
Qin Luo looked at the disheveled Little Qing who opened the door, glanced at her, and smiled gently: "Little Qing, right?"
[Arrived at A+ Talent Position!]
[Master, please proceed as you wish!]
"Yes! Are you here to buy my masks?"
Little Qing nodded excitedly and quickly stepped aside.
However, Qin Luo didn't intend to enter. He beckoned to someone beside him.
"Brother Luo."
Shen Fei handed over an envelope.
Then.
Qin Luo gave the envelope to Little Qing and smiled at her, saying: "I not only want to buy your masks, but I also want to invite you to join... the Imperial Foundation, established by my young lady."
Upon hearing this, Little Qing held the heavy envelope with a resistant expression: "I want to pursue my dreams, I don't want to join this kind of..."
"This envelope contains fifty thousand, and this will be your monthly salary going forward."
"?!"
"Moreover, the Foundation has laboratories where you can conduct your innovative experiments."
"?!!"
"Additionally, the Foundation has many like-minded people who will cooperate with your mask experiments."
"!!!!"
"Furthermore..."
"Wait! Don't say anything else!! I'm joining!!"
[Congratulations, Master has recruited A+ level female protagonist Little Qing from 'The Strongest Assassin in the City']
[Little Qing]
[Rating]: A+ Level
[Talent]: Bone Drawing and Skin Changing (can change skin, appearance, face, body, and bones, completely indistinguishable from reality)
Return on Investment: 1000%
Looking at the prompt panel before him.
Qin Luo smiled slightly.
"Then, as your first task upon joining the Foundation, I need you to change someone's face."
"Alright!"
A moment later.
Back in the car.
Su Muwan looked suspiciously at the disheveled woman before her.
She leaned close to Qin Luo and whispered: "Hey Qin Luo, are you sure you didn't make a mistake? Does she look like someone talented?"
Young Miss, why did you have to say that right in front of her?
Is this the antagonist's talent for attracting hatred?
Hearing this, Qin Luo smiled and said: "Young Miss, she's a professional skin artist who will be very helpful to our Foundation, and we'll need her for our future plans."
"Oh."
This was Little Qing's first time riding in such a luxury car.
Especially...
Little Qing nervously looked at Su Muwan and said stiffly: "Miss... Miss Su... I never thought I'd meet you here.."
Su Muwan heard this and was confused: "You know me?"
"Yes! Of course! Miss Su's deeds are already famous throughout Jiang City!"
Deeds?
"Oh....."
Su Muwan's eye twitched.
Please!
This young lady doesn't want this kind of reputation!
Just as she was thinking this.
She heard Little Qing nervously continue: "Of course, what impressed me most was Miss Su's face."
"In all my years of skin artistry, Miss Su's face is the most perfect and flawless I've ever seen!"
"And now meeting you in person, I appreciate this even more!"
"Miss Su, your face isn't just exquisitely featured and perfectly proportioned, more importantly, it has an indescribable quality!"
"It's a unique charm that combines nobility, elegance, and confidence! This quality is not only unforgettable but also inspires awe!!"
Natural affinity in comparison made Little Qing feel that Su Muwan was......
Well, very intimidating.
As she listened.
Hehe.
Su Muwan's lips couldn't help but curl upward. She turned to look at Qin Luo, her eyes sparkling: "She is talented!"
Qin Luo blinked.
He looked at the very intimidated Little Qing.
Well, as long as the Young Miss is happy.
....
....
At the Su Family main house.
Su Bailian, who had completely reformed, now only wanted to focus on being the Su Family's second young miss.
Ever since realizing she was no match for Su Muwan and giving up their rivalry.
Su Bailian's life had become much better.
She no longer had to think about openly and secretly competing with Su Muwan every day!
"Boqi! Come eat your steak~~"
Su Bailian carried a bowl of high-grade steak as a midnight snack to Boqi's house.
"Woof!!"
Upon seeing Su Bailian, Boqi happily wagged his tail and ran over.
"Second Young Miss."
"Second Young Miss."
"Mm, you may go now."
Boqi's dog house was an independent small room.
Inside were maids specially assigned to play with Boqi, and Boqi's own dog playground.
In short, it was all arranged by Su Bailian.
Su Bailian crouched down, rubbing Boqi's head as he continuously ate the steak.
She smiled smugly.
Oh Boqi, tell me, with how well this young lady treats you, who else would you lick if not me?
But suddenly!
"Woof!"
Boqi, who had been heartily enjoying his meal, suddenly sensed something.
In a flash, he darted out of the dog house.
"Hey! Boqi??!"
Su Bailian was stunned, then screamed and chased after him.
Boqi, where are you going!?