Volume 4, Chapter 21 – If You’re Going to Disguise Yourself, Do It Properly

“I’ve got another deal here. Do you want it or not!”

Quest issued: [Makeup Tutorial].

Yumo said, “Um, actually, I’m really bad at makeup.”

“It’s fine. You only need to know the basics. And it’s not me you’ll be teaching, it’s Aila.” Anran tried to dispel Yumo’s concerns.

“Teach her?”

Yumo was a little confused.

Why teach a little girl around ten years old how to do makeup?

Yumo did not understand, but Anran had her own reasoning.

If she learned it herself, it would definitely take quite a bit of time. But if it was Aila, that was a different story.

Aila was a “genius.”

As for Anran’s own makeup skills, “terrible” did not even begin to describe them.

“I’ll give it a try,” Yumo said.

That 500 EXP reward was still a scrap of meat worth picking up.

After that, Yumo brought Anran and Aila to her place.

They also bought some cosmetics along the way.

Since Yumo herself did not wear makeup in the game, her skill level was not high enough to increase Charisma.

“So, so amazing!”

Yumo was stunned.

Aila’s godlike learning speed shocked her so badly she nearly collapsed onto the floor.

So this was what a genius was.

So this was what a talented person was.

So this was what an ultimate elementary-school makeup artist was.

Sure enough, she really was just a weakling with no talent.

Yumo was deeply shaken.

In Anran’s eyes, this was already basic stuff.

There was nothing surprising about it.

It was just an ordinary life skill.

Still, Aila had her flaws too.

At this stage, she could not learn how to swim.

Because she could not float…

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The reason Anran wanted Aila to learn makeup was, of course, so she could use it for disguise when necessary.

If they did not know disguise techniques, makeup was still a good substitute.

Besides, once makeup skill was leveled to the top, it could already rival ordinary disguise techniques.

After leaving Yumo’s place, Anran wandered around the small town with Aila for quite a while longer. In the end, she finally managed to sell the car she had gotten from Nine Songs.

70,000 Bilu.

Not much, but it was still pure profit.

In cash alone, Anran was now carrying 158,000.

She had practically become a walking “little rich woman.”

“Anran, why are we walking out this way? Aren’t we going to the car?” Aila asked curiously.

Anran lowered her voice. “Someone’s got their eyes on us.”

In truth, she had noticed a long time ago.

There were two people following them from a distance behind.

NPCs.

One was level 13, the other level 12.

One class was Assassin, the other was Hitman.

Then they had probably come for her using the bounty Morningstar had issued.

Most likely, because Nine Songs had released that information and because she and Aila had been selling cars all day, they had found her very quickly.

“In a bit, I’m leaving the one on the left to you. Just break his arms and legs. I’ll handle the one on the right.” Anran rubbed Aila’s head.

“Mhm.”

Aila was eager to try.

This was a request from Anran. She had to complete it seriously.

They walked to a relatively deserted area near the edge of town.

Just as Anran’s line of sight slipped past the two people,

she immediately received a game prompt.

“You have been hit with a mental shock. Spirit 17. Judgment exceeds 15. This instance of mental shock has been resisted.”

“…”

So the game even had that kind of mechanic.

Anran was speechless. It looked like she would have to raise her Spirit attribute too.

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Otherwise, if she ran into an enemy stronger in that area later, she might get stunned in a single exchange.

Bang!

By the time a bullet flew over, Anran had already vanished from where she stood.

At the same time, Aila, who had been walking close to her all along, directly spun around and burst into a sprint.

“We’ve been spotted!”

The level 12 Hitman cried out and immediately sprang backward in retreat.

He was a Hitman. There was no way he would dare let someone described in the intel as “that brute of a woman” get close.

But then he realized that his opponent was only a tiny little carrot barely over 130 centimeters tall.

“Are they looking down on me?!”

What kind of joke was this?

Hitman 12 drew and fired in one smooth motion.

He slid left and right, constantly disrupting his opponent’s line of sight. Even while moving at high speed, he could still maintain enough shooting accuracy. This was his signature technique.

Three-point shooting.

He sent the bullets out in a triangular pattern, leaving his opponent with nowhere to dodge.

This was only basic op—

Crack—

“AAAH!!!”

Hitman 12 could not keep sliding anymore.

Aila jumped up, grabbed his right hand directly, and gave it a casual twist, snapping the finger bones.

Pain shot straight to the heart from all ten fingers.

It hurt so badly he felt like he was being torn apart.

Aila still remembered what Anran had told her.

Just break his arms and legs.

Crack—

Twist.

Crack—

Hitman 12 could not keep juking back and forth anymore.

In less than three seconds, all four of his limbs had been broken. He was thrown to the ground, staring blankly at the dim sky above.

It hurt so much he could not even speak properly.

Bang bang!

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Assassin 13 beside him was not faring any better.

Anran toyed with him through sheer speed until he was dizzy from spinning around. He tried to steady himself and hold his center, only to be dropped by two shots from Anran.

Stomp!

“Tell me. How do you get in contact with Morningstar?”

“Wuuu…”

“Aila, hold him down. I’m going to put on a barbecue demonstration!”

The moment Anran gave the order, Aila pinned Assassin 13 down.

The enormous force made it impossible for Assassin 13 to move even a fraction, as if a thousand-jin boulder were pressing down on him.

Anran took out an incendiary round, extracted the flammable liquid inside, and dripped it onto Assassin 13’s foot.

Assassin 13 struggled desperately, and Anran took out a lighter.

Ignition.

“I’ll talk, I’ll talk…”

“That’s more like it. Now then, that Hitman over there…” Anran took out another incendiary round.

The Hitman immediately babbled everything out.

…

In Bucket Bro’s—no, Anran’s—off-road vehicle.

Anran sat with her eyes closed while Aila sat in front of her, very seriously applying makeup to her face.

“Anran, Anran, don’t move around.”

Aila spoke with total seriousness.

“…”

It tickled.

And her head felt a little hot too.

But after hearing Aila’s words, Anran still forced herself to stay steady.

Their next stop was one of Morningstar’s contact stations, so she had to hide her identity properly.

There was no time to lure players in and kill them anymore.

Aila was very satisfied with Anran’s cooperation and carefully applied the makeup step by step.

Sure enough, Anran really was the prettiest.

If full marks were 100, she deserved 100.

“Ding! The player rankings are now officially open!”

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“Ding! The player rankings are now officially open!”

“Ding! The player rankings are now officially open!”

After three consecutive announcements, Anran froze for a moment.

Then she immediately opened the ranking system.

Since the number of players who had advanced to a Basic profession had surpassed 10,000, the rankings had officially been unlocked.

Naturally, the first one was the level ranking.

1. Arc Light — Level 15 — Basic Fire Mage — Calis Star
2. Boom — Level 15 — Demolitions Expert — Veteran Plains

…

There were already level 15 players?

Anran was slightly startled.

Players really were formidable once they started grinding without too many concerns.

And that Demolitions Expert was clearly a hidden class.

She wondered what things looked like on No. 1886 right now.

After filtering through the rankings in detail,

she discovered that the highest-level player on No. 1886 was [Shut the Door], level 13, class Basic Sniper, faction Morningstar.

Although that player’s level was still lower than her own, Anran had already begun to feel a sense of crisis.

There were just too many players.

“It’s done now, Anran,” Aila said.

“Mm. Thank you, Aila.” Anran opened her eyes, now full of motivation.

She picked up a mirror. Sure enough, the person reflected inside had completely changed appearance.

But she was still just as pretty!

Her Charisma of 8 remained unchanged.

Right after that, Anran took two more items out of her backpack.

A bra built for a C-cup bust, along with the two modified props she had once used when dressing “as a girl.”

Anran turned around.

She took off her top.

Rustle, rustle.

Then she put her clothes back on.

From the front, a ridge; from the side, a peak.

If you were going to disguise yourself, then of course you had to go all the way!