Translator: Dj22031
Editor: Dj22031
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The five-day shoot progressed smoothly until today, when it was no longer a solo performance by just two or three people, requiring the participation of others. The group left the Metis Company.
After a nearly twenty-minute drive, they arrived at their destination— a Western-style palace building, solemn and imbued with the unique beauty of ancient Western architecture.
The Metis Company staff quickly got to work, having already coordinated with the people inside the palace. They set up equipment at designated locations.
The participants began applying makeup and donning props; the whole scene was busy yet orderly.
Yu Ling was applying makeup to Si Huang, her expression calm and focused, her eyes sparkling with an unknown excitement.
Today was the end of Ace’s photoshoot, and also the end of the entire storyline. From their first meeting and growing acquaintance, to the demon being mistaken for a woman by the little angel, to successfully deceiving the little angel and her friends, to successfully disguising himself as an angel and easily walking in Heaven, today the demon would finally reveal his true face.
This time, the makeup deliberately highlighted Si Huang’s delicate features, making her face more photogenic and giving her a sterner look than usual, like an unapproachable deity atop a towering iceberg.
Yu Ling’s forehead was beaded with sweat. She wanted to give this photoshoot a perfect ending, to use her abilities to enhance Si Huang’s image, not to hold her back.
“This scene is comparable to a movie production,” Yu Xi sighed inwardly, observing the surroundings.
James, who had somehow reappeared, chimed in, “This photoshoot is more than just a photoshoot.”
“Because the opponent is Arthur?” Yu Xi probed for details.
James nodded and then shook his head. “More than that. Louis didn’t explain it clearly to you, did he?” He deliberately kept them in suspense, only to find that Yu Xi was the only one supporting him. Feeling a bit bored, he said to Yu Xi, “This isn’t just a competition between Ace and Arthur, but also between Louis and another photographer. It involves many other things, but I can’t go into details, and I’m not entirely clear on them either. In short, if this is successful, it will benefit everyone greatly.”
Yu Xi looked at Si Huang with surprise, wanting to see her reaction, but finding no change in Si Huang’s expression, he slowly calmed down.
No matter how many things were involved, Si Huang had to work diligently in the end; if she could enter the M country market in a perfect state, that would be a success.
Time slowly passed. During this time, a staff member called James over. Before leaving, James reminded them, “Don’t rush, don’t be nervous. Today is the last shoot, so the goal is the perfect ending. The pursuit is perfection, not time. Take your time!”
Yu Xi secretly glared at him. Wasn’t that just adding pressure to Ling Ling?
Fortunately, Yu Ling had a good mental fortitude. Perhaps because she was focused on her work, she couldn’t hear what others were saying, so she didn’t react to anything James said.
The makeup didn’t take too long this time, as Yu Ling was already very familiar with Si Huang’s face. She then carefully put on the wig, and to achieve realism, the wig wasn’t just simply worn on the head; it was also glued to the scalp with special hairspray, so it wouldn’t fall off even if it got wet or moved too much. To the untrained eye, it would definitely look like Si Huang’s real hair.
Next came changing clothes. The staff took her to a temporary prop room, giving her the same personal treatment as Ace, and she dressed alone in the room.
When Si Huang opened the door, the others who had been waiting outside came to greet her, giving her the parts for her battle armor.
These parts were exquisitely crafted and made of high-quality materials, distributed in various positions. One or two wouldn’t be a problem, but once all the parts were on, the weight was considerable.
“How does it feel? Is it too heavy?” asked a Western woman who was binding her leg guards.
Although this question was meaningless—even if it was heavy, they couldn’t reduce the number of parts— it was pointless to ask.
Si Huang smiled in response to her concern, “No problem.”
“You don’t look very tall, but your physique is quite good,” the other man who draped the scarlet cloak over her laughed.
“You look so cool!” the woman immediately complimented, then, after securing the leg guards, she had Si Huang extend her hand and put gloves on her. The gloves were made of cold, black iron, with sharp, segmented knuckles leading to the fingertips, tinged with a hint of blood. The gloves alone were enough to demonstrate the high quality of the entire outfit; even the rings were included. The woman said, “Your fingers are so beautiful, I’m even jealous. Do you play the piano?”
“Yes,” Si Huang tried to hold her hand, finding that even with such elaborate gloves, it didn’t hinder her movements much.
“Oh, I knew it!” the woman exclaimed in surprise, turning to fetch the shoe parts and saying, “Then be careful not to hurt your hands.”
“Thank you, this equipment is very good; I don’t think it will hurt me,” Si Huang said.
These words brought smiles to everyone’s faces, tinged with pride. They were confident in their company’s products, but hearing it from Si Huang herself made them happy, further increasing their goodwill towards her. It took nearly twenty minutes just to fit the armor pieces onto her body. Once everything was ready, and the masters said it was acceptable, the woman handed Si Huang the final piece—a scepter that, when drawn, revealed a ferocious demonic sword.
Under the intense gazes of the others, Si Huang first moved her limbs slowly, then moved with ease.
The armor pieces weighed at least 10 kilograms, which should have affected her mobility, but this was completely invisible on Si Huang.
Her body was clad in jet-black armor, her long, dark blue robe adorned with subtle patterns, and her scarlet sash gleamed in the wind. No armor was laid on her head, and her long, flowing hair, like the night itself, cascaded down, making her face, seemingly kissed and cherished by God, appear even smaller and more exquisitely human. Her long, sharp eyebrows reached her temples, her eyes lowered and hidden in shadow, and her cold lips seemed to smile yet remained expressionless.
She was like a demon emerging from the shadows of an abyss. The heavy armor she wore made almost no sound as she walked, yet with each step, her aura grew stronger.
The once noisy arena fell silent; everyone who saw her forgot their unfinished business.
Si Huang felt an undeniable gaze, and her eyes welled with emotion. Looking up, she didn’t need to search to see the young man standing not far away.
He was dressed in the attire of a medieval European nobleman. The ruffled fabric didn’t look out of place on him, nor did it seem comical; on the contrary, it suited him perfectly. It wasn’t that the clothes suited the man, but rather that the man suited the clothes, because only he could wear them with such stunning effect, perfectly showcasing the beauty of medieval European clothing.
His face showed little makeup; his skin was even more delicate, appearing screen-like without needing any lighting. His eyes were deeper and more mysterious, the violet irises more alluring and hazy than usual, and the blood-red of his lips contrasted sharply with Si Huang’s icy demeanor.
Arthur Stoker— what was he doing here?
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