Wandering through the mask repository, Jiang Qiu gazed at the colorless mask blanks suspended in mid-air, arranged in neat rows and columns. The sensation of touching Bell Fish's mask still lingered in his mind.
He looked down at the five fingers of his right hand. The strange, soft texture was more relaxing than cotton, yet it also felt like a quagmire, threatening to pull him in.
It was hard to imagine that a mask could fuse with a face to such a degree that it distorted one's very features.
'If I put on a mask, will it eventually fuse with me like that?'
As the thought crossed his mind, Jiang Qiu took a shallow breath, his gaze hardening.
'I've come to this Great Realm without the top-tier strength needed to ignore its World Laws.
'That means I have to follow this world's laws, blend in first, and then slowly gather the information I need.
