The barrage was shocked by this move.
[Fuck, didn’t this clown just say that he’s selling balloons here, how can the Magician connect to his wavelength all of a sudden, scaring people to death]
[This… might be the magical syncronization between a magician and a clown?]
[But then again, although this clown looks ugly, it is quite cute (whispering.jpg)]
[I, I also want to say that, there is a weird cuteness orz, but then again, to be able to perfectly understand the clown’s meaning, the Magician can’t be a normal person, right?]
…
After saying goodbye to the only good ghost Zong Jiu found in the amusement park that night, he continued to walk forward with the smiley balloon.
Staring at the big smiley face on the balloon, Zong Jiu paused, lowered his head, carefully tied the white string to the button at the chest of his trench coat, and continued to walk forward slowly.
It was actually rather magical, maybe it was because of finally meeting a good ghost, the ghosts that Zong Jiu encountered next was a mix of good and bad, unlike before when he could feel the undisguised serious malice everywhere he went.
Gradually, after walking down the road, Zong Jiu also discovered a pattern.
Those with cute and attractive costume shells, such as Little Red Riding Hood with a strawberry basket, Alice in a poker dress, a white rabbit with a radish in its hand… Almost without exception, they were all bad ghost. Moreover, these guys acted very friendly to the trainees. Under the premise that the system’s NPCs could not harm the trainees during their inactive time, many low-rank trainees let down their guard against them because of this.
On the contrary, the clown with bright and terrifying paint on their face, the mad hatter who wore crazy outfits, and the creepy woman in a red dress and hood floating in the air, those mascots had little malice on their bodies and didn’t have any hints of off-ness.
But the problem was that none of these ghost mascots were normal. The clown sold balloons, the Mad Hatter danced on the street, and the creepy woman hung from a tree while showing off her singing voice. Any normal person would be scared away, let alone go to them to chat.
As the saying went, you couldn’t judge people by their appearance, and now you couldn’t judge ghosts by their appearance.
Who knew whether the ghosts under the skins of these mascots were good or bad.
The lights in the amusement park were dazzling, and every road seemed to sparkle, making people not know where to go.
Countless figures passed by him, and they flickered into black shadows that could not be seen clearly, blurring into one under the night sky.
Only Zong Jiu was still walking alone.
The young man walked beside the retro street lamp burning with golden red flames. The khaki windbreaker that reached above his knees complemented his slender physique, making his white hair, which was usually as cold as the snow on the top of the mountain, more warm and bright. His profile was as beautiful as a work of art favored by the Creator to others eyes, not at all like a mortal.
In the distance, the artist mascot who was painting accidentally saw this scene, and the brush that was applying impasto was frozen in place.
After a long time, the mascot trembled as if it had received great inspiration. The brush tip turned quickly in the paint bottle, the painting of Jesus crucified on a cross was taken down and thrown aside, then a new canvas was set on the easel, and he concentrated on a new painting.
Zong Jiu didn’t notice this little episode at all.
He stood in place for a while, not discovering any new mascots to get information from in Area 1. There weren’t even many trainees left in this area.
Dfmjerf tf ralii tjv j yjiibbc bc tlw, Ibcu Ale mbeivc’a ufa bc atf fzmlalcu glvfr. Coafg akb ijqr, tf vlvc’a xcbk ktja ab vb jcswbgf.
Uijslcu atf fcalgf jwerfwfca qjgx mbeiv bcis yf fzmtjcufv obg j J-gjcx yilcv ybz. Ktlr gfkjgv kjr fcbeut obg ibk-gjcx agjlcffr ab offi rbwf kjgwat ogbw atf rsrafw, yea la kjr cba fcbeut obg tlut-gjcx agjlcffr.
If he wanted to get this blind box, it was no exaggeration to say that these twenty days had to be spent on non-stop exploration of amusement facilities. With this time, it would be better to search for more information.
It was precisely because of this that the low-rank trainees would rush to play the various facilities, but the high-rank trainees were drawing maps, inquiring about information, and preparing for the Halloween event twenty days later.
Half a minute later, the Magician silently walked to the entrance of a carousel.
The carousel was right next to the castle and had three layers in total. From a distance, it looked like a dreamy cake decorated with buttercream bows. Every layer was filled with warm colors.
The barrage watched dumbfounded as the white-haired Magician picked a white wooden horse, sat on it, and spun in circles along with the music. The smiley balloon went up and down beside him, which did not match his flat expression at the moment.
[…I don’t know why, but after seeing this scene, my tongue-in-cheek self is speechless]
[What a coincidence, me too]
[Ah, who would have imagined that the white haired beauty would actually like to play on a carousel normally, but hehhehheh, the contrast is cute, I stan! ]
[Such a big three-story carousel… the Magician playing all alone, doesn’t he think there is something wrong? ]
Soon, the mood of the barrage became more complicated.
Because they also saw another person on this empty carousel.
The other person was sitting in a carriage under the horses and did not mount.
The man’s white robe with gold trimmings was pure and unsullied, like the Raphael frescoes on the curved walls of the Vatican painted windows from the fifteenth century, which was incomparably sacred. The colorful lights from the carousel ceiling reflected on the man’s blond hair, adding a holy glow to his smiling face.
Aware of the prying eyes, Zong Jiu glanced around randomly, his gaze suddenly sharp.
Messiah greeted him very friendly, “Magician, what a coincidence, you are also riding the carousel?”
Coincidentally his ass, it was 100% intentional!
Zong Jiu knew that Messiah had been controlled by the Devil for a long time. In this timeline, perhaps even long before Messiah entered this infinite loop, it was very likely that he was No. 1’s first deeply controlled puppet.
After a moment, his gaze became calm again.
The white-haired young man nodded coldly, “It turns out to be Your Excellency Holy Son, what a coincidence.”
Among all the puppets under No. 1’s control, Messiah was definitely the most difficult one to handle.
He was a precious healer, he had his own forces, not to mention his excellent reputation. There were many people who supported him. Many who, even if they were not directly related to him, had received favors and were willing to help if something really went wrong.
The blond Holy Son didn’t mind his indifference at all, and his attitude was as usual, “Since we parted after the first instance, little friend has really risen to the top, and the future is limitless.”
It’s here, it’s here, this little friend term came again.
Zong Jiu felt that his teeth ached, “You’re overpraising, I don’t dare accept.”
Now that there were so many people, Zong Jiu was going the route of stabbing him in the back with a fake cooperation. Besides, No. 1 didn’t take the initiative to expose this disguise before him, so Zong Jiu acted ignorant. He gave a greeting, and after the carousel stopped, he made an excuse to leave.
Fortunately, Messiah didn’t mean to follow, but kept smiling and watched the white-haired magician leave his sight. Then he got off the carousel and walked slowly to beside the tree.
On the roadside, the artist mascot with the drawing board was still tinkering with the flash of inspiration from earlier.
His body was covered by a large mascot suit, but it did not affect his painting speed at all.
He gripped the slender paintbrush and it swished across the canvas many times.
There were all kinds of ghosts and monsters put into the Rainbow Amusement Park by the system. There were all kinds of species, and there were all kinds of specialties. For example, this artist who didn’t care about anything outside of his interests and only wanted to paint.
The artist was a small boss of an F-rank instance, not even a ghost. He was just something that first time newbies could practise their courage against. He had a peaceful nature and did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. As long as he could see what he draws in his paintings, he would not make it difficult for the trainees and allow them to pass safetly. Occasionally, he would encounter trainees who were to his aesthetics and would even present them with special props such as his own old paintbrushes. He had a very good temper.
So after being pulled to a new scenerio by the system, the artist skillfully glanced at the nearby scene, opened his painting box leisurely, found a seat, and sat down to start painting.
He didn’t expect to see that scene earlier.
The artist specialized in landscapes and rarely painted portraits.
But since they had all become ghosts and enjoyed endless life, it was natural to learn a little more if they could.
The scene where the white-haired young man with extraordinary temperament stood under the tree and looked up at the starry sky gave the artist endless inspiration, and he painted nonstop on his canvas.
He painted very quickly and was a great artist. With a few simple strokes, he was able to outline a general image, then dipped some more paint to finess it, and the scene and atmosphere were brought out.
The more the artist painted, the more excited he became.
He had a hunch that this painting could become the most satisfying one of his few portraits, and it might even become a masterpiece! How could he not be pleased?
So he drew faster.
It was said that when people focus on something, they would forget about other things. The same was true of ghosts.
After the artist carefully sketched a pair of long and narrow eyes for the person in the painting, mixed the red and white on the painting palette, and stained the pupils with a touch of color, he exhaled a long breath and slowly stopped drawing.
The most vivid and important part of portrait painting was the eyes, which were the windows to the human soul.
Fortunately, these eyes did not go wrong, and they even appeared better than ever, which really made the white-haired young man jump out of the canvas.
When the artist put down the brush and was about to pick up this masterpiece, a very gentle voice suddenly came from beside him.
“Finished?”
The blond Holy Son stood by the easel, the center of his blue eyes was dyed cold dark gold as he stared at the image before the artist without blinking.
The painting was beautiful.
The background was the starry night sky and under the night sky was the gorgeous warm golden red light.
Under the light, a white-haired young man pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look up at the starry sky, a smiley balloon floating beside him.
The artist used a very imagery technique, using different hues of white to pile oil paints around the young man, making him look picturesque but inhumane. It expressed the aloof indifference in the young man’s temperament very vividly.
But Messiah looked at the painting with an unfathomable expression.
“How is it?”
The artist thought he was going to praise this great work, so he took two steps back triumphantly so that the other party could see it.
“Far from right.”
The blond Holy Son chuckled and suddenly picked up a paintbrush from the bucket, dipped it in paint, and painted.
Messiah’s movements were so fast that before the artist could react, the person on the painting was stained with a deep black.
The artist was about to slap down the brush in a rage but was shocked to discover that the other party was not only using proper brush strokes but also a lining technique, which clearly showed that his artistic attainments were not inferior to him, perhaps it was even better.
The more he looked, the more the artist was attracted, forgetting what he was going to do, and just intently watching Messiah paint.
The painting transformed itself into a different appearance in just a few minutes.
All the white around the young man was gone, turning into a deep, sticky black.
Black surrounded and clawed towards the young man, encasing him in the palm of the Devil, as if dragging down a treasure.
The use of black was wonderful. Because of the stark contrast, it changed the whole painting style and gave another artistic conception.
The blond Holy Son pinched his chin and admired it for a long time before nodding in satisfaction.
“How beautiful, this is what he should look like.”
The barrage was shocked by this move.
[Fuck, didn’t this clown just say that he’s selling balloons here, how can the Magician connect to his wavelength all of a sudden, scaring people to death]
[This… might be the magical syncronization between a magician and a clown?]
[But then again, although this clown looks ugly, it is quite cute (whispering.jpg)]
[I, I also want to say that, there is a weird cuteness orz, but then again, to be able to perfectly understand the clown’s meaning, the Magician can’t be a normal person, right?]
…
After saying goodbye to the only good ghost Zong Jiu found in the amusement park that night, he continued to walk forward with the smiley balloon.
Staring at the big smiley face on the balloon, Zong Jiu paused, lowered his head, carefully tied the white string to the button at the chest of his trench coat, and continued to walk forward slowly.
It was actually rather magical, maybe it was because of finally meeting a good ghost, the ghosts that Zong Jiu encountered next was a mix of good and bad, unlike before when he could feel the undisguised serious malice everywhere he went.
Gradually, after walking down the road, Zong Jiu also discovered a pattern.
Those with cute and attractive costume shells, such as Little Red Riding Hood with a strawberry basket, Alice in a poker dress, a white rabbit with a radish in its hand… Almost without exception, they were all bad ghost. Moreover, these guys acted very friendly to the trainees. Under the premise that the system’s NPCs could not harm the trainees during their inactive time, many low-rank trainees let down their guard against them because of this.
On the contrary, the clown with bright and terrifying paint on their face, the mad hatter who wore crazy outfits, and the creepy woman in a red dress and hood floating in the air, those mascots had little malice on their bodies and didn’t have any hints of off-ness.
But the problem was that none of these ghost mascots were normal. The clown sold balloons, the Mad Hatter danced on the street, and the creepy woman hung from a tree while showing off her singing voice. Any normal person would be scared away, let alone go to them to chat.
As the saying went, you couldn’t judge people by their appearance, and now you couldn’t judge ghosts by their appearance.
Who knew whether the ghosts under the skins of these mascots were good or bad.
The lights in the amusement park were dazzling, and every road seemed to sparkle, making people not know where to go.
Countless figures passed by him, and they flickered into black shadows that could not be seen clearly, blurring into one under the night sky.
Only Zong Jiu was still walking alone.
The young man walked beside the retro street lamp burning with golden red flames. The khaki windbreaker that reached above his knees complemented his slender physique, making his white hair, which was usually as cold as the snow on the top of the mountain, more warm and bright. His profile was as beautiful as a work of art favored by the Creator to others eyes, not at all like a mortal.
In the distance, the artist mascot who was painting accidentally saw this scene, and the brush that was applying impasto was frozen in place.
After a long time, the mascot trembled as if it had received great inspiration. The brush tip turned quickly in the paint bottle, the painting of Jesus crucified on a cross was taken down and thrown aside, then a new canvas was set on the easel, and he concentrated on a new painting.
Zong Jiu didn’t notice this little episode at all.
He stood in place for a while, not discovering any new mascots to get information from in Area 1. There weren’t even many trainees left in this area.
Dfmjerf tf ralii tjv j yjiibbc bc tlw, Ibcu Ale mbeivc’a ufa bc atf fzmlalcu glvfr. Coafg akb ijqr, tf vlvc’a xcbk ktja ab vb jcswbgf.
Uijslcu atf fcalgf jwerfwfca qjgx mbeiv bcis yf fzmtjcufv obg j J-gjcx yilcv ybz. Ktlr gfkjgv kjr fcbeut obg ibk-gjcx agjlcffr ab offi rbwf kjgwat ogbw atf rsrafw, yea la kjr cba fcbeut obg tlut-gjcx agjlcffr.
If he wanted to get this blind box, it was no exaggeration to say that these twenty days had to be spent on non-stop exploration of amusement facilities. With this time, it would be better to search for more information.
It was precisely because of this that the low-rank trainees would rush to play the various facilities, but the high-rank trainees were drawing maps, inquiring about information, and preparing for the Halloween event twenty days later.
Half a minute later, the Magician silently walked to the entrance of a carousel.
The carousel was right next to the castle and had three layers in total. From a distance, it looked like a dreamy cake decorated with buttercream bows. Every layer was filled with warm colors.
The barrage watched dumbfounded as the white-haired Magician picked a white wooden horse, sat on it, and spun in circles along with the music. The smiley balloon went up and down beside him, which did not match his flat expression at the moment.
[…I don’t know why, but after seeing this scene, my tongue-in-cheek self is speechless]
[What a coincidence, me too]
[Ah, who would have imagined that the white haired beauty would actually like to play on a carousel normally, but hehhehheh, the contrast is cute, I stan! ]
[Such a big three-story carousel… the Magician playing all alone, doesn’t he think there is something wrong? ]
Soon, the mood of the barrage became more complicated.
Because they also saw another person on this empty carousel.
The other person was sitting in a carriage under the horses and did not mount.
The man’s white robe with gold trimmings was pure and unsullied, like the Raphael frescoes on the curved walls of the Vatican painted windows from the fifteenth century, which was incomparably sacred. The colorful lights from the carousel ceiling reflected on the man’s blond hair, adding a holy glow to his smiling face.
Aware of the prying eyes, Zong Jiu glanced around randomly, his gaze suddenly sharp.
Messiah greeted him very friendly, “Magician, what a coincidence, you are also riding the carousel?”
Coincidentally his ass, it was 100% intentional!
Zong Jiu knew that Messiah had been controlled by the Devil for a long time. In this timeline, perhaps even long before Messiah entered this infinite loop, it was very likely that he was No. 1’s first deeply controlled puppet.
After a moment, his gaze became calm again.
The white-haired young man nodded coldly, “It turns out to be Your Excellency Holy Son, what a coincidence.”
Among all the puppets under No. 1’s control, Messiah was definitely the most difficult one to handle.
He was a precious healer, he had his own forces, not to mention his excellent reputation. There were many people who supported him. Many who, even if they were not directly related to him, had received favors and were willing to help if something really went wrong.
The blond Holy Son didn’t mind his indifference at all, and his attitude was as usual, “Since we parted after the first instance, little friend has really risen to the top, and the future is limitless.”
It’s here, it’s here, this little friend term came again.
Zong Jiu felt that his teeth ached, “You’re overpraising, I don’t dare accept.”
Now that there were so many people, Zong Jiu was going the route of stabbing him in the back with a fake cooperation. Besides, No. 1 didn’t take the initiative to expose this disguise before him, so Zong Jiu acted ignorant. He gave a greeting, and after the carousel stopped, he made an excuse to leave.
Fortunately, Messiah didn’t mean to follow, but kept smiling and watched the white-haired magician leave his sight. Then he got off the carousel and walked slowly to beside the tree.
On the roadside, the artist mascot with the drawing board was still tinkering with the flash of inspiration from earlier.
His body was covered by a large mascot suit, but it did not affect his painting speed at all.
He gripped the slender paintbrush and it swished across the canvas many times.
There were all kinds of ghosts and monsters put into the Rainbow Amusement Park by the system. There were all kinds of species, and there were all kinds of specialties. For example, this artist who didn’t care about anything outside of his interests and only wanted to paint.
The artist was a small boss of an F-rank instance, not even a ghost. He was just something that first time newbies could practise their courage against. He had a peaceful nature and did not kill innocent people indiscriminately. As long as he could see what he draws in his paintings, he would not make it difficult for the trainees and allow them to pass safetly. Occasionally, he would encounter trainees who were to his aesthetics and would even present them with special props such as his own old paintbrushes. He had a very good temper.
So after being pulled to a new scenerio by the system, the artist skillfully glanced at the nearby scene, opened his painting box leisurely, found a seat, and sat down to start painting.
He didn’t expect to see that scene earlier.
The artist specialized in landscapes and rarely painted portraits.
But since they had all become ghosts and enjoyed endless life, it was natural to learn a little more if they could.
The scene where the white-haired young man with extraordinary temperament stood under the tree and looked up at the starry sky gave the artist endless inspiration, and he painted nonstop on his canvas.
He painted very quickly and was a great artist. With a few simple strokes, he was able to outline a general image, then dipped some more paint to finess it, and the scene and atmosphere were brought out.
The more the artist painted, the more excited he became.
He had a hunch that this painting could become the most satisfying one of his few portraits, and it might even become a masterpiece! How could he not be pleased?
So he drew faster.
It was said that when people focus on something, they would forget about other things. The same was true of ghosts.
After the artist carefully sketched a pair of long and narrow eyes for the person in the painting, mixed the red and white on the painting palette, and stained the pupils with a touch of color, he exhaled a long breath and slowly stopped drawing.
The most vivid and important part of portrait painting was the eyes, which were the windows to the human soul.
Fortunately, these eyes did not go wrong, and they even appeared better than ever, which really made the white-haired young man jump out of the canvas.
When the artist put down the brush and was about to pick up this masterpiece, a very gentle voice suddenly came from beside him.
“Finished?”
The blond Holy Son stood by the easel, the center of his blue eyes was dyed cold dark gold as he stared at the image before the artist without blinking.
The painting was beautiful.
The background was the starry night sky and under the night sky was the gorgeous warm golden red light.
Under the light, a white-haired young man pursed his lips and raised his eyes to look up at the starry sky, a smiley balloon floating beside him.
The artist used a very imagery technique, using different hues of white to pile oil paints around the young man, making him look picturesque but inhumane. It expressed the aloof indifference in the young man’s temperament very vividly.
But Messiah looked at the painting with an unfathomable expression.
“How is it?”
The artist thought he was going to praise this great work, so he took two steps back triumphantly so that the other party could see it.
“Far from right.”
The blond Holy Son chuckled and suddenly picked up a paintbrush from the bucket, dipped it in paint, and painted.
Messiah’s movements were so fast that before the artist could react, the person on the painting was stained with a deep black.
The artist was about to slap down the brush in a rage but was shocked to discover that the other party was not only using proper brush strokes but also a lining technique, which clearly showed that his artistic attainments were not inferior to him, perhaps it was even better.
The more he looked, the more the artist was attracted, forgetting what he was going to do, and just intently watching Messiah paint.
The painting transformed itself into a different appearance in just a few minutes.
All the white around the young man was gone, turning into a deep, sticky black.
Black surrounded and clawed towards the young man, encasing him in the palm of the Devil, as if dragging down a treasure.
The use of black was wonderful. Because of the stark contrast, it changed the whole painting style and gave another artistic conception.
The blond Holy Son pinched his chin and admired it for a long time before nodding in satisfaction.
“How beautiful, this is what he should look like.”
