O Dragão das Mil Faces
Por que as histórias precisam sempre ser repletas de sofrimento e ódio? Que tal algo mais leve e divertido, uma lenda para se gostar? Quem sou eu hoje? O herói que salva o reino? O vilão que ameaça um
"I am Rein Sudar, not Li Ensu!"
"I am Rein Sudar, not Li Ensu!"
"I am Rein Sudar, not Li Ensu!"
The mirror reflected the young man's pale face. As his Adam's apple bobbed with difficulty, beads of sweat rolled down his temples and seeped into his soaked shirt.
Li Ensu... Rein stared at himself in the mirror, his self-suggestion echoing through the cramped bathroom like a mantra. Anyone who has ever assumed another person's identity knows that the detail most likely to expose you isn't a flaw in the forgery or a slip in appearance, but that momentary hesitation when someone calls your name.
For Rein, a transmigrator, since he had to steal a face and a name, he had to do it until he believed it himself.
"I am Rein..."
Finished with today's drill, Rein wiped his face and stepped out of the bathroom.
*Thwack!*
Drying the water from his face, he poured himself a glass of water, hydrating while reapplying his disguise.
One by one, scales were attached to his face and arms, resembling freckles or birthmarks. A blue horn, paired with a broken fragment, was affixed to his head so that the intact portion protruded from his hair.
The tail... he decided to skip that. Yesterday, it had dragged on the ground and been stepped on by a pack beast, nearly exposing him on the spot. Unless he was willing to insert it into a certain part of his anatomy, this kind of clip-on fake tail lacked any sense of control. In a world full of the real thing, it was far too obvious