Faceless held Zhuzhu's little mirror in hand, admiring the face in the mirror with great satisfaction.
As long as the painting was good enough, it could disguise itself as anything.
Not just wizards.
Every time it took on a new appearance, it always spent some time narcissistically admiring itself—even when it wore snakeskin and pretended to be a pet snake, it had been very happy during those first days.
When Nikita mentioned Spring Herald Flowers and red fruits to Zhuzhu, Faceless's eyes remained on the mirror, but its gaze drifted.
The words "As long as you survive" suddenly made it think of many things from the past.
Being able to change its appearance and form at will, impersonating others, was a talent unique to Faceless Demons. Long, long ago, wizards had discovered their existence. Some ancient books had even given them a very fitting name: Painted Skin. They had no eyes, noses, mouths, or ears; their entire faces were as clean as blank canvases.
Painted Skin was not something they were born with.
Even now, the Wizarding World continued to argue over how Painted Skin came to be.
So Faceless did not know why it was faceless—it did not know where it came from, did not know its name, and did not know what it had originally looked like.
By the time it became conscious, it was already a Faceless Demon.
When the leader—the captain of the Sea God—found it, it had been curled into a ball, unconscious in the forest.
Without the leader, perhaps it would have starved to death long ago—Faceless often had such thoughts in idle moments. In the period just after it was born, it had nearly starved to death because it had no mouth.
The leader had taught it how to paint a mouth.
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