"How did I become an area-of-effect warrior? Aren't I an Agility Attack System? Why didn't anyone tell me?" Thinking this, Zhang Yang casually reached for the back of his head.
This was one of Zhang Yang's habitual movements.
Probably an unconscious gesture he made whenever he felt somewhat at a loss.
But this time, Zhang Yang had miscalculated.
Damn it, where's my hair?
Because of the God-Bestowed Soul Ring, all the skin on Zhang Yang's body had been burned black before growing back. As a result, Zhang Yang's rough, large hands had become fair and tender.
When such a large hand touched the back of his head, what Zhang Yang felt was not the satisfying prickliness of stubble, but the slick smoothness of touching a boiled egg.
Zhang Yang immediately sensed that something was wrong, and his right hand cautiously slid upward.
From the back of his head to his hairline, all Zhang Yang felt was the sensation of touching a smooth, tender boiled egg.
Zhang Yang had never imagined that even stroking the top of his own head could be so silky smooth.
So, in his panic, Zhang Yang let out a furious roar that rang through the skies from the bottom of his heart.
"Damn it, where's my hair?!"
Zhang Yang rushed to the seaside and, using the restless surface of the sea, vaguely saw his reflection.
A smooth, clean bald head paired with his still utterly ordinary features. If he had not been missing his hair, eyebrows, eyelashes, and beard, Zhang Yang would actually have looked somewhat handsome.
After all, fair skin covered a hundred flaws.
"Damn it, where's all my hair?!"
Just as Zhang Yang began questioning his life, Fusang spoke.
"All the hair on your body was burned away during the process of receiving the