Tailor Association—President's Office
A thick, even sticky, smell of skin permeated the room.
It smelled like dozens of pigskins had been forcibly pressed into a clay pot, then simmered with added water in a cramped kitchen for several dozen days.
Spacy took out a posture-correcting device resembling a back brace and put it on, restraining his protruding belly so he could draw closer to Yi Chen.
The eyeballs in the skin hood bulged completely out, nearly touching Yi Chen's skin. They carefully examined every part of him from top to bottom and left to right.
Yi Chen was already used to this. When he had once ordered custom clothing at Nameless Clothing Store, Old Mr. Ivan had behaved similarly, even making Yi Chen suspect that all tailors had this kind of "quirk."
"How could this be... Who taught you Limit Release? Claude?"
"No one. I comprehended it myself. A few days before the Nightmare Game, I learned it temporarily at Yuri's Prophet's Abode."
"You comprehended it yourself? Impossible!
"Your Skin Content has only just crossed the 50% midpoint. Even if you could comprehend Limit Release, it should be extremely rough.
"But the skin inside your body is being utilized at nearly 100% efficiency, perfectly transforming into the 'bearings' of your flesh and integrating your muscles, organs, and various abilities with clearly defined roles.
"I can't find a single flaw at present.
"If what you say is true, and Claude didn't teach you but you comprehended it yourself, then your talent in skin may surpass mine, Claude's, and even that of the previous First Gentlemen. Perhaps only the Third Generation's talent could rival yours."
"That exaggerated?"
"It isn't an exaggeration on my part. The result you've displayed is simply astonishing... No wonder you were able to exchange a few blows with