60: Truth Mask

From the moment Ronan touched this mask, he had been slowly consuming Spiritual Power.

On the panel, the [Analysis] feature was flashing continuously.

He looked at the pale mask and found that its surface was covered with an extremely thin layer of disguise.

The true mask was hidden beneath this layer of disguise.

As soon as his Spiritual Power touched the lower layer of the mask, it was like a mud ox entering the sea, seemingly absorbed by the mask below.

This situation was similar to when he previously obtained the 'Special Meditation Method Storage Stone,' which was the Starry Sky Meditation Method stone.

So, Ronan used the same method.

He increased the output of his Spiritual Power, allowing a vast amount of Spiritual Power to surge into the lower layer of the mask.

At a certain moment, it seemed to reach a critical point.

With a shattering sound, the disguise on the surface of the Facade Mask instantly peeled away, revealing an even paler and more terrifying mask.

A piece of information suddenly appeared in his mind:

[mask of truth]

[Attribute: Demigod-level Boundary Key]

[Sealing Status: Partially Unsealed]

[Souls Devoured: 2]

[Functions: Soul Devouring, Concealment, Phantasm Face, Soul Spells]

Just looking at the complex unlocking method, the numerous functions, and the demigod-level attribute... one could tell that this mask was by no means an ordinary piece of equipment.

Even the superior organization of the Adventurers Guild did not fully understand its true nature, only treating it as an item for disguise.

Ronan affixed it to his face, and the mask instantly became invisible upon contact.

He felt several light clusters of different colors appear in his mind, assembling together to form a mask.

With a thought, a sudden realization surged into his heart.

Each light cluster represented a function.

The red light cluster was Soul Devouring, which could be actively activated to absorb the souls of the deceased.

The black light cluster was Concealment; it didn't need to be actively activated to block various detections and its shielding level could be freely adjusted.

The blue light cluster was the largest, containing two small light dots, which were specifically for storing souls; devoured souls would be stored here.

Ronan focused and saw that the two small light dots were actually two souls, one male and one female.

The white light cluster was Phantasm Face, allowing him to choose any devoured soul to transform into, possessing all the physical characteristics of that soul from when it was alive.

This was also why the mask of truth was used as a disguise mask.

It's worth noting that, compared to previously only being able to transform into a fixed face, the Phantasm Face function could switch freely as long as there were souls.

The final yellow light cluster was Soul Spells, allowing him to choose one devoured soul and cast one skill or magic it mastered in life; each soul could only be chosen once.

After understanding the functions of the mask of truth, Ronan was utterly astonished by these powerful abilities.

Absorbing souls, blocking detection, perfect transformation, and one-time skill experience... this was far stronger than his own cheat.

Wishing came with risks, and wish power could only be used to enrich the soul and enhance Spiritual Power; it was indeed too singular.

Ronan tried to actively activate Phantasm Face, and in an instant, his consciousness appeared in the storage space of the blue light cluster.

Before him were two faces, one male and one female, available for selection.

The male face belonged to a young man in his twenties, with black hair and black eyes, possessing a scholarly aura.

The female face belonged to a mature woman in her thirties, with an ordinary appearance.

He chose the male face without hesitation.

In an instant, he felt enveloped by a strange power, and then his body and face shifted, completely transforming into the male face's appearance.

Whether it was height, appearance, or even voice and fingerprints, they were exactly the same as the male face in life.

"Ah, oh..." Ronan called out twice, adapting to the new voice, and softly said,

"From now on, I am the Mage Black Day."

..."Alright, esteemed Mage, this is the special storage pouch you purchased."

Alice politely handed him a black pouch.

This was a special storage pouch Ronan bought for 150 silver wolf coins.

It was specifically for storing Ash Leaf's body, and its anti-decay ability was the highest among all categories.

If he could, he would have bought a crystal coffin to make Ash Leaf look lifelike inside... but he was short on funds, so he could only plan for it another day.

"Esteemed Mage, do you require any other services?"

Alice, wearing glasses, felt a familiar aura from the person in front of her, very much like another person in her mind.

"No, thank you." Ronan, transformed into Black Day, turned and left.

His current incarnation was in his twenties, and his height and perspective were much higher than before, causing him to feel a bit 'milk-drunk' when he looked at Alice's two mounds.

Yes, that's the feeling... Alice thought to herself.

This attitude of being out of place with those around him and treating everyone equally quickly overlapped with the image of another person.

She couldn't help but tentatively call out to the departing figure, "Lord White Night?"

Ronan's steps faltered, and he instinctively fumbled around his body, startled:

I just left and I'm already exposed?

After some verification, he found that he still looked like a young man in his twenties.

He turned around and leaned his face close to Alice, attempting to make a final recovery:

"Miss, look closely at my face, you've mistaken me for someone else."

"Lord White Night, how did you know I was calling you?" Alice covered her mouth and chuckled.

Ronan: "..."

This little girl is quite clever.

He reached out and pinched Alice's cheek, annoyed,

"My name is Black Day now. If you keep calling me that, I'll have to exercise my Intermediate Adventurer's complaint authority."

"Lord White Night, why don't you use your Intermediate Adventurer status to buy things?"

Stars appeared in Alice's eyes. "You can get a lot of discounts!"

Why didn't you tell me this earlier!

I've already paid.

"I'm on a mission..." He lowered his voice, forcing out an excuse.

"Understood, Lord White Night." Alice obediently pulled her face out of his hand.

Ronan shook his head helplessly.

He had no experience in disguising his identity; he would have to pay close attention to this in the future.

He hadn't lied to Alice, though.

The undercover mission officially began today.

The Administrator had already sent someone to inform him to go to the Arcane Arts Society today, and someone would meet him there.

He bought a new ordinary robe.

His original magic robe, worn by a young man in his twenties,

Not only easily exposed his identity, but also looked like a show-stopping piece from some fashion show in his previous life.

Spending 10 copper eagle coins to hire a carriage, Ronan arrived at the headquarters of the Arcane Arts Society.

This building was slightly smaller than the Adventurers Guild, and compared to it, its style was less rugged and more aesthetically pleasing with a touch of wisdom.

The interior hall also had a similar mission area, and other areas were more or less filled with various books.

As soon as Ronan entered, a dedicated attendant came forward, bowing slightly,

"Sir, what service do you require?"

The speaker was a boy in his teens, dressed simply but politely.

"I want to join the Arcane Arts Society," Ronan replied.

"No problem, Sir." The boy's eyes immediately lit up. "You need to pass a simple test set by the Academy, and the test fee is..."

Ronan felt a bit troubled upon hearing this.

The Administrator said someone would meet him, so why did he still need to take a test?

A test is a test, but why is there a fee?

"Little one, he doesn't need to take the test." A gentle voice came from the mission area behind him.

Ronan looked in the direction of the voice.

The owner of the voice looked to be in his twenties, with medium-length golden hair, a slightly pale complexion, and wore a white magic robe adorned with luxurious gold-trimmed patterns.

He observed Ronan for a moment, then extended his hand and smiled, "Black Day, right?"

"That's me." Ronan also extended his hand and shook the other's.

"What should I call you?"

It seemed this person was the one the Administrator mentioned would meet him.

If nothing unexpected happened, he should also be an undercover agent for the Adventurers Guild.

"Higgs," he said kindly, "some people also call me..."

"Blood Controller."