Chapter 243 - Level-1 Cantrip
According to Angor’s memory, the man called “Hookdick” was a big, rough character with a spiky hairstyle and clothes which looked like tribal rags.
However, the individual shown up in the crystal ball was a slim lady with a finely-curved body, abundant breast, and round buttocks who only had semi-transparent silk covering his (her?) body.
As for her face…
“She” still had unshaved remains of beard around the cheeks, which kind of gave out the unspoken truth behind that pretty face.
This person looked completely transgender now. However, one thing was for sure; none of Angor’s peers would easily recognize Hookdick again.
Angor pressed a hand on his chest to calm his breath. He was really glad that he rejected Ness’ offer back there. Rather than becoming the effeminate monster he was looking at now, Angor would rather do something to completely shift his gender, if he must.
He put the transmitter away. Hookdick’s current image troubled his mind, but he still found the information useful since he could now avoid getting caught off guard by Hookdick. At the same time, this could be an interesting joke during a social conversation. Who knew, maybe it could come in handy someday…
“How did I know his name? Is that Vice? Is Vice… fat?”
Next, Dave looked at his hand, which was tainted by several drops of blood from Angor’s body.
Dave took a sniff and could not smell anything.
He felt it again and noticed that the blood-covered area was still dry.
He realized what was going on at this point. “Angor… don’t test your illusions on me, alright? You scared me! And you got so many things wrong! Did I ever tell you that Vice looks rather cool, which gave him more admirers than Parasite Queen? Besides, Vice doesn’t talk much. There’s no way that man’s going to kill you and declare the reason. What do you think he is, a drama actor?”
“Oops. Is that so?”
The reality in front of Dave suddenly shattered, revealing Angor in his usual condition. Angor’s hand was still lifted in the air after he snapped his fingers.
Angor held his chin. “Looks like I need a lot of work before making an illusion. Someone with the right knowledge will see through it so easily. Maybe I should let him say ‘I’ve eaten too much lately so I gained weight’?”
Dave rolled his eyes. “That’s even worse! Who the heck says that after killing someone?”
“Maybe someone will buy it. You never know.”
“Idiots, you mean? And if you’re dealing with idiots, just point behind him and say ‘Look! Alien!’ and get him when he’s looking back. You don’t need illusions for that.”
“You do have a point. I guess I should avoid using people in illusions, or just create someone strange who’s wearing a mask,” Angor considered.
“The beginning was pretty good though. I almost fell for it. If I’m an intruder, you can catch me when I was surprised and gain an upper hand from it,” Dave suggested.