"I thought there were still twenty days, but it suddenly got shortened to nine? A First Gentleman like Mr. Claude, a genius of skin-use from old Zion who even surpassed the Chief Seamster in talent, would absolutely never make a mistake in estimating time.
The problem isn't with him, but with the Skin Field directly connected to Mr. Claude.
Something might be happening in the Abyssal Skin Field, the Source Plague Zone, causing the First Gentleman to deteriorate at an accelerated rate.
There's no other way! I can only ask the Chief Seamster for advice. If I keep studying the Skin Bible on my own, there definitely won't be enough time.
The First Gentleman assessment and selection isn't merely an examination of personal strength,
Mastery, understanding, and application of skin should be the true key to the assessment."
Just as Yi Chen finished wrapping the ash scarf around himself, pulled up his hood, and prepared to go see Mr. Spacy again,
Yellow Skin, who had always spoken very little, perhaps because of its recent frequent contact with skin, became slightly more active.
Words outlined in yellow lines quickly appeared across his retinas.
≮Interesting. I didn't expect that your Human Organization, which the Skin Field defined as a low-level zone, could cultivate so many talents.
That gentleman with Insomnia Syndrome just now actually managed to kill an "open-source skin slave" dispatched by the Skin Field—or one that had ventured out on its own—while in the form of a low-grade skin vessel, then seize and control its skin.
That man should be the biggest obstacle to you becoming the First Gentleman.
Although I really want to help you cheat during the selection competition, the "Connector" is watching, so the assistance I can provide is limited. If I help too much and get