A Good Start, the Rakshasa's Identity

The [Mask] can change Lin Yu's physique and appearance, but according to Lin Yu's tests, the [Mask]'s adjustments are limited to the physique range of most ordinary adult humans.

It cannot turn Lin Yu into a three-meter-tall, one-ton humanoid tank, nor can it turn Lin Yu into a fifty-centimeter-tall paper doll, and it is even less likely that Lin Yu will become a four-armed, red-skinned, power-type monster.

Even so, Lin Yu still chose to disguise himself as a "Rakshasa".

And...

"Anyway, it's a good start," Lin Yu strolled through the woods, feeling a surge of "belief." "Hopefully, when he gets back, he'll tell his friends and family about his encounter with the 'Rakshasa' today..."

The meager belief of that Blood Rakshasa Clan man alone was clearly insufficient to make Lin Yu's lie "Make It Real" and grant him the ability to truly transform into a four-armed red-skinned Rakshasa.

According to Lin Yu's estimate, he would need the belief of about thirty people for his words to "Make It Real".

Fortunately, Lin Yu still has ten days.

"If only that guy would go back and brag about it," Lin Yu thought optimistically. "Maybe in a few days I'll get a free transformation opportunity and also easily complete the first task of the 'Rank Advancement Mission'."

Of course, this is only the ideal situation.

Lin Yu couldn't possibly expect to make the lie spread automatically just by fooling this big, dumb guy at the entrance...

What if he has no friends, is introverted, or happens to be keeping quiet about it?

Lin Yu has never been the type to place his hopes on others without putting in any effort himself.

On the contrary, he prefers to do everything himself!

Ideally, everything should be under his control.

"In any case, this explanation is sufficient for the people of this world. We can try it on anyone else we encounter who is willing to communicate with us."

As Lin Yu spoke, he stopped in front of a patch of black "thorns".

The black, hard thorns, which appear to have an iron-like texture from a distance, intertwine and form a high wall-like structure.

It's easy to tell just by looking at it that this is probably the "barrier" the burly man was talking about.

Lin Yu paused before the thorns, then patted Hannah on the shoulder.

"Help me with a disguise, Hannah, I need to change my clothes."

"Quack! Yes, ma'am!"

Hannah revealed her true form on the shoulder, along with Old Zheng.

Subsequently, optical cloaking covered Lin Yu.

Although there seemed to be no one around in front of the forest barrier, Lin Yu still had Hannah disguise herself—not because of shyness or anything like that, but because Lin Yu was afraid of being ambushed.

People are very vulnerable when changing clothes, taking a shower, or using the toilet.

He slowly took off his clothes, then took out a [Madhouse Patient Uniform] and a [Intermediate Protective Suit].

The patient gown was worn inside, and then the [Intermediate Protective Suit] from "Order" was worn on top of that.

Finally, Lin Yu put his original clothes—a set of light sportswear—onto the outside.

"If I want to disguise myself as a Rakshasa, this outfit is the biggest obstacle... It's enough to fool NPCs, since they don't know what clothes a Rakshasa should wear, or what this outfit is... But it'll be troublesome if I encounter Player."

Lin Yu sighed.

But this problem is easy to solve. All we need to do is go inside, find some unlucky Native Bloodlust, and figure out a way to strip him of his clothes and put them on his clothes.

Old Zheng overheard Lin Yu's remarks while Lin Yu was changing clothes and couldn't help but admire him as well.

"You really are a genius, to actually think of impersonating a Rakshasa..."

Lin Yu nodded. "It's mainly because I actually saw a Rakshasa."

Old Zheng was stunned for a moment. "Wow, you've even seen a Rakshasa? I've never seen one!"

"If I remember correctly, there's a saying that all Rakshasa are imprisoned in the Eternal Prison... Uh, so you've been to the Eternal Prison? Was it Instance or were you imprisoned by 'Order' for committing a crime?"

"If it's a [Instance], you're amazing! You went in at 'Tier 1' or even before you Tier Advancement and came back unscathed. You're practically inhuman!"

Old Zheng spoke, Lin Yu shook his head.

"No, it's not that. A Rakshasa was taken out of the Eternal Prison —you can ask the Octopus over there for details."

Hannah said shyly, "Quack! Hehe, I was definitely there!"

Old Zheng was even more puzzled. He stared at Hannah for a long time before he finally understood.

"So, he's the God of Banquets?"

"You really know a lot, and you're quick-witted," Lin Yu praised Old Zheng. "Yes, you're the God of Banquets."

"He really values you. I thought only that Crow God thought highly of you," Old Zheng exclaimed again. "You're really something, kid. Both the Deity of Change and Banquet have taken notice of you, and even the Fragment of Fate has given you guidance."

"For me, the trouble outweighs the benefits," Lin Yu waved his hand. "As for the Fragment of Fate, I don't even know what that thing is."

"It's better if you don't know. That thing is set up like Voldemort or some Old God. The more you understand it, the more you'll be entangled with it and become associated with it, which isn't a good thing," Old Zheng sighed. "Once you have the strength of a 'Diviner,' you can actively pursue them, but for now, it's best to hold off!"

"Then I won't ask any more questions."

Although Lin Yu was a little curious, he had always been able to control his curiosity.

However, Old Zheng wasn't as good at managing his curiosity as Lin Yu.

He looked at Lin Yu and said with some excitement.

"So... Rakshasa really has four arms, is big, and has red skin?"

"Yes, and their body fat percentage looks very low; their flesh looks very lean."

Lin Yu nodded and said.

Old Zheng chuckled and joked, "You're making it sound like an ingredient..."

But seeing that Lin Yu remained silent, Old Zheng's smiling voice gradually stopped.

"Seriously? The ingredients?"

Lin Yu looked at Hannah, Little Octopus spoke with some confusion.

"Quack? Is that not allowed?"

Old Zheng immediately retorted, "Of course not! Those things are Wisdom life forms, they have consciousness... We humans, theoretically, don't eat things that have developed sentience, at least things that can speak and communicate!"

Lin Yu shook his head. "Don't drag me into this."

"Are you serious?"

Old Zheng, the former "Freud" and Founder of the well-known Psychology Society's association, questioned Lin Yu in a tone that asked, "Are you crazy?"

Lin Yu smiled and said, "Of course I was joking."

Old Zheng breathed a sigh of relief, "That's good. I almost thought I'd fallen into Hannibal's hands... If that were the case, I'd have to assess whether you were joking when you called me 'brain-dead'."

"Let's talk about Rakshasa... So they really can transform?"

Lin Yu looked at Old Zheng with a puzzled expression. "Of course it's fake."

"Huh? Aren't you afraid someone will find out if you make up something like that?"

"But someone has to know that they can't actually transform—and as you just heard, the Rakshasa have been gone for a thousand years!"