When the plot-skips players into the game world-Chapter 1311 - 34: Masks and Nuo Shamans

Aiwass stepped forward and picked up the red mask from the ground.

It was a smiling mask made of red jasper, with a red hue resembling flesh—this was the very mask worn by the Playful Sky Department earlier. When not worn on the face, the positions of the eyes and mouth were transparently open holes, but once worn, they would be filled with black, obscuring the features hidden beneath the mask.

"...Is that so."

Holding the mask, Aiwass murmured softly.

He could vaguely sense the power of the Path from it, yet his system did not provide any prompts.

This was normal too.

Ever since Aiwass completely twisted the predetermined future, pushing the world into the "IF line," the system failed to recognize more and more things.

In the original world line, the Playful Sky Department never got pulled down, managing to survive till the end and succeeded—after the transcendence tide ended, they became the sole surviving Celestial Marshal of the Path of Beauty. They barely participated in any plots, cleverly avoiding all cameras...hence, Aiwass was quite unfamiliar with their abilities and personality.

In truth, Aiwass didn’t know what the Playful Sky Department’s goals were. Suggesting they were like the Shadowy Celestial Marshal, trying to get close to avoid being pulled down by the Tail-Biting Ring Ceremony seemed unlikely...yet he could sense that, at least for now, the Playful Sky Department held no malice towards him.

"What is this thing for?"

Sherlock approached and casually asked Aiwass.

Aiwass raised his eyebrows in surprise, casually handing the mask to Sherlock while asking back, "Why would I know?"

"Since you seem to know everything."

Sherlock explored the mask’s texture carefully, azure radiance flickering within his eyes.

He responded lazily, "Didn’t someone openly discuss the change of the Pillar God even when they were at the First Level?"

"I don’t know everything, I only know what I know."

Aiwass said seriously.

This wasn’t just a joke—it truly was the case. Arsene might not understand, but Sherlock, familiar with Aiwass, surely grasped what he meant.

Sherlock didn’t bother with Aiwass, focusing instead on infusing the transcendent power of the Path of Wisdom into the mask.

"...Wow," Aiwass was a bit surprised, "You learned Identification?"

This is an "identification" ability that high-ranking Transcendents of the Path of Wisdom might learn—by communicating with the Source River, skipping experiments and proofs, directly receiving fragments of truth.

Mage Tower mages can develop products beyond top-notch Alchemists using this almost cheating "truth wishing technique," allowing them to trace and restore with fragments of ancient technology. The Dream Traversing Monk’s internal library also possesses similar abilities, all directly linked to "truth" through mystical skills.

"Learning wasn’t too difficult, not really hard."

Sherlock said casually, "It’s part of what the Duke pre-paid me as compensation and the reason why he needs the help of a Transcendent of the Path of Wisdom. Didn’t expect that the first use outside of work after learning was to help you identify things..."

"It’s not helping me though."

Aiwass seriously distinguished, "I already said, even if you get something, it’s given to you all."

"Heh."

Sherlock snorted coldly, "You really speak well, Mr. Fox. You make it sound like we have the power to use it...I’ve mostly identified it."

With that, Sherlock lowered his hand, the azure radiance in his eyes fading away.

He handed the red mask to Arsene, plainly stating, "Put it on."

Arsene didn’t ask why or what to do. freewebnoveℓ.com

He trusted Sherlock immensely, so he directly put the mask on his face.

—In the next moment, red smoke emerged from the mask’s gaps. Arsene was startled, wanting to tear off the mask, but it extended tendrils resembling jasper, securing itself to Arsene’s face.

Subsequently, Arsene’s raised hands suddenly froze.

"Hehehe..."

Arsene suddenly emitted a restrained low laugh.

His raised hands twirled in the air, then his right hand cut a flamboyant arc across his front, placed at the left under his chest.

His left leg retreated half a step, politely bowing to Aiwass and Sherlock, while his mouth emitted the resonant and cheerful voice of the Playful Sky Department, "Truly delightful and surprising, I didn’t expect us to reunite so quickly!"

"...So that’s its purpose."

Aiwass suddenly realized.

No wonder the Playful Sky Department left so quickly and suddenly...without even explaining what reward they left behind. It was because they knew that as soon as Aiwass and the others started researching the mask, they’d return once more!

He had seen—and even used—Isabel’s mask.

Just hadn’t expected that the mask left by the Playful Sky Department was indeed their own mask...

Allowing a Celestial Marshal to descend upon their own body—this was genuine God Descent Magic!

"Isn’t that a tradable Advanced Divine Art?"

Aiwass asked the Playful Sky Department who was possessing Arsene.

"It’s different," the Playful Sky Department replied with a smile, "I can’t condense Path Crystals. Meaning only Transcendents of the Path of Beauty can wear this mask, and the mana I can use is limited to what this body naturally possesses."

Upon hearing this, Aiwass lightly shook his head.

Though it’s said...even with just one unit of mana, what a Celestial Marshal can achieve far surpasses mortals. The gap between Celestial Marshal and mortals is certainly not just about the mana difference.

Judging by Sherlock’s expression...does the mask have no usage limit?

Sherlock seemed to have anticipated Aiwass’s thoughts and directly said, "This mask can be used once every two sunrises and sunsets. Roughly speaking, it can be utilized once every two days. As for the duration..."

He spoke up to this point, and looked at the Playful Sky Department.

The truth fragment obtained via Identification is ultimately not as complete and comprehensive as the attributes provided by the system. Better to ask the maker of the mask—the Playful Sky Department themselves.

"Ha! There’s no such thing."

The Playful Sky Department laughed heartily, "Alternatively, one could say...it ends either when I myself feel bored or when the mask wearer explicitly refuses to let me continue controlling this body. Unless the mask wearer thoroughly annoys me, causing me to crush the mask...otherwise, it can be continuously used, even if the holder dies, the mask can still be passed down."

"...Mask wearer?"

Aiwass raised his gaze in slight amazement.

He vaguely recalled such a notion. It was a snippet of knowledge left in his broken memories...he remembered it seemed to be a traditional culture related to rituals.

"This actually...is the original purpose of this technique."

The Playful Sky Department chuckled, "Invite the deceased ghost, invite the unapproachable one, invite the unobservable god...allowing actors unfit to appear on the same ’stage’ to perform together, dance, recite—

"Take off the mask, it’s human, put on the mask...it’s a god.

"Take me for a walk, this Dream Realm is growing more tedious. Rather, this Material Realm is about to become lively..."

After saying this, the overwhelming mysterious aura on "Arsene" suddenly dissipated.

Arsene paused, his voice returning when he spoke again, "What does my voice sound like to you now?"

Before he finished speaking, he already heard his own voice.

Thus, Arsene directly took the mask off his face.

After the Playful Sky Department departed, the mask lost its suction power.

At this moment, its color dimmed somewhat.

While it still appeared flesh-like, it now seemed like a piece of raw meat left in the air for a long while, turning somewhat purplish, dim—not as fresh and bright as before.

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