Chapter 112 First Meeting in the Wasteland (Fourth Update)

As a ninth-tier ability user, Modilan had a strong physique and was not bothered by the tornado created by a fourth-tier wind ability user.

When the tornado carried him and Matt to the top of the flower wall, he still had the mood to comment, "This flower wall is nice, Matt. I'll plant one like this in my yard sometime."

Matt wasn't as relaxed as his parents. As a psychic, he was physically fragile. He was blown about by the tornado, and his hair was all messed up.

Mina made a face at him, and Matt rolled his eyes at her, but there was nothing he could do. As a grown man, he couldn't very well argue with a woman who was two levels below him.

Because there were adults around, Mina didn't dare to go too far, and the tornado descended steadily and slowly.

So much so that after Mortilan Shield withdrew his gaze from the flower wall, he immediately saw the two people sitting inside the flower wall, a robot cat, and a baby iron-eating beast that kept sniffing around.

Before he could even think, he took out a mask made from the wings of a mutated dream butterfly from his spatial storage and put it on his face.

This mask is the masterpiece of Si Kou Ye, a famous weapon-refining master in the central district, and is called Illusionary Face.

Once the mask is applied to the face, it can automatically change skin color according to the user's emotional fluctuations, so no one can tell that the user is wearing a mask.

It can also automatically adjust to the user's preferred face based on their preferences, and store four faces for a long time, allowing the user to switch between them.

To date, Modilan Shield has only used one of its faces.

This is the face I have now: round eyes, a slightly round nose, and slightly thick lips. My whole face looks innocent and kind, and I'm around twenty years old.

He had used this face when he was eighteen to avoid being surrounded by young women from powerful families.

Later, when he went to the Devil's Forest to train with this face, everyone who met him thought he was an unloved junior from some small family, and no one paid him any attention.

No one would fawn over him, nor would anyone resort to underhanded tactics or frame him.

At the time, he was young and thought it was quite interesting, so he asked Huanyan to memorize this face. As for the other faces, he hadn't had time to design them yet.

Zuo Shan was just thinking about discussing with everyone whether or not to leave collection point 62 as soon as possible.

The midnight ghost said there were level three alligator gars in the river, which were ferocious and poisonous. She didn't want to put everyone in danger just to collect a few more leaves.

She then felt a gust of wind rushing up from above, and when she looked up, she saw a tornado carrying three grown people down in front of her.

In his shock at this mysterious event, Zuo Shan kept trying to reassure himself: This is a wasteland, where superpowers are everywhere, and even the most unscientific things are normal.

Pandora, who was next to her, was also stunned, his mouth agape and unable to utter a single word.

Mao Li, on the other hand, is quite knowledgeable. It's just a fourth-tier wind-type ability, isn't it? Is it really necessary to show off like this?

Xiao Bao sensed a powerful superpower, and its deep-seated fear of the strong made it tremble involuntarily.

But thinking that it was now the strongest fighting force in the family, it tried its best to suppress its fear and stood in front of Fan-jie.

It would rather die than give up protecting Sister Fan; this was its unwavering belief.

Mina and Matt were first assaulted by a rich, sweet caramel aroma, and then they saw the strange combination in front of them.

Seeing that second-tier cub both afraid and brave, wanting to protect the ordinary people behind it, I felt quite puzzled.

As soon as Matt steadied himself, he turned to look at the adult, a habit he had developed over the years as a personal assistant.

I was stunned when I saw it!

Since breaking through to the seventh level of superpowers at the age of twenty, the adult has never worn the Illusion Mask again, because he is powerful enough that he does not need to hide his true identity.

If someone you don't like wants to get close, all it takes is a cold, stern look; the inherent pressure of a superior can scare them away.

But now the adult has actually put on the illusion mask, and it's all for this strange low-level combat power combination in front of him.

As a qualified assistant, he would cooperate actively with whatever the master did, so the first thing Matt thought of was, Mina must not ruin the master's plans!

Mental ability users can transform their voice into strands of mental energy, directly transmitting them to the brain. Therefore, he directly transmitted his voice to Mina:

"Don't use honorifics to address me as 'sir' later, and don't reveal my identity, or you'll be sent to mine in District 47!"

It was rare to see Matt so serious, so Mina turned to look at the adult, only to find that the adult's face... had turned into the face of a simple, honest boy.

Mina was recruited by the family four years ago and rarely stayed with the adults, so she did not know that the Illusion Mask existed in this world.

However, as a fourth-tier ability user, she was not without knowledge. She had seen masks before, but she had never seen a mask like this that could instantly transform a person into another face without any sense of incongruity.

If she hadn't personally brought the adult here using a tornado, she would have suspected that the adult had left and been replaced by someone else.

"You must be scavengers from District 48. Have you seen a hallucinogenic plant in the vicinity? We are willing to pay a high price to have you lead the way to it."

Modilan Shield instantly came up with an excuse, pretending not to know Zuo Shan, but using the low, husky voice he had deliberately lowered during his previous two phone calls with her, while his expression carried the arrogance of a spoiled young master from a prominent family.

Matt couldn't help but give the man a thumbs up. His reaction speed, acting skills, and face were so good that even his assistant almost didn't recognize him.

Mina, needless to say, was completely bewildered and began to doubt whether she was dreaming. Was this adult with a different face still the unattainable beauty she had always imagined, blooming on an iceberg?

Upon hearing the familiar voice, Zuo Shan paused for a few seconds, then exclaimed excitedly, "Midnight Ghost? You're Midnight Ghost?!"

"What?" Mortilan Shield was confused.

"Huh? Cough cough! Hahaha! Don't mind me, Midnight Wanderer is a nickname I gave you in private. Big brother, the first two times you appeared, weren't they both in the middle of the night?"

Hey! That's not important. The important thing is, you actually came to District 48!

"Didn't we agree? I'll definitely treat you to a meal when I have the chance. Since you've come all this way to my turf, this meal is definitely on the way!" Zuo Shan said excitedly.

This was her first time meeting someone in person in the wasteland—oops! I mean, officially meeting an online friend she'd never met before.

Zuo Shanzai carefully examined the boy in front of him. He looked like a high school student, with above-average looks, pure eyes, and a sunny, innocent-looking boy.

Having seen so many sorrowful and gloomy-faced teenagers in the wasteland, Zuo Shan suddenly saw this sunny young man who seemed to have never experienced the baptism of the apocalypse, and he had the illusion of returning to Earth.

So she was genuinely happy, from the bottom of her heart.

Of course, the most important point is that this young man, from the first time he dialed her number by mistake, has always held deep goodwill towards her, asking nothing of her, yet being able to care about her safety from afar.

So even though the food was precious, she was still willing to treat him to a delicious meal.