Chapter 388

Regarding the effects of the Beauty Package, Du Luo is the best living advertisement—he's also a lich, though the witch simply didn't notice him just now due to the haste.

Now, prompted by Negrilis, the witch's attention returned to Du Luo, and she let out an incredulous cry: "Du Luo? How did you get so young? So you were this handsome when you were alive?"

The Grand Sage was displeased: "That's not handsome—that's just not ugly enough."

The witch's eyes were fixed solely on Du Luo; she paid no mind to the Grand Sage's sour remarks and rushed to ask: "What magic is this? So miraculous—any side effects? Who cares, as long as I can revert back, even if I turn stupid I'd be happy—how do I do it, how?"

Negrilis explained: "This is a divine art defined by a former Holy Maiden who worshipped Ange, possessing the effects of beautification, revitalization, skin softening, and whitening."

"Divine Light art?" the witch exclaimed. "Aren't Divine Light spells supposed to deal extra damage to undead?"

"No, this is an Undead Divine art—cast using the power of the God of Undeath," Negrilis said.

Now it was the witch's turn to be stunned: "The Undead God's divine essence is really on him? You just asked me if I knew him—so he really is the skeleton from the Palace of Rest? Why didn't I recognize him? And his bones are so strange..."

"Good heavens, the only possible explanation for this phenomenon is that he rapidly leveled up from a lowly skeleton, and his bone transformation couldn't keep pace—this is why he looks like this." Though she'd already guessed it, the witch was still stunned upon confirmation.

Negrilis's pages fluttered open and closed a few times, helplessly saying: "Now I understand why you hold the highest position among the Four Deputy Halls—you've deduced everything. What's left for me to say?"

"Of course—look at my status. Astrology and divination are my specialty. I just sometimes can't keep up with cheats like you—your Bronze Dragon's prophetic ability is just unreasonable." The witch complained, then asked uncertainly: "Did I get it right?"

"Didn't you say you're a professional? If you're unsure, why ask us?" Negrilis snapped. What cheating? That's pure skill.

The witch hurriedly said: "Even professionals make mistakes. The accuracy rate of astrology and divination is already good at fifty percent. Tarot readings are even lower—but I've worked hard to improve mine. My accuracy is now seventy percent."

This exceeded Negrilis's knowledge, and he couldn't help asking curiously: "How do you improve accuracy?"

"There are two ways. One is to correct the answer—for example, if I predict someone will become rich, I go check and find they haven't. So I give them money and make them filthy rich—then my prediction becomes correct." The witch spoke as if it were obvious.

Everyone broke into black lines across their foreheads—so this was how she improved accuracy.

Even the Grand Sage couldn't resist mocking: "Back then, someone came to you asking: 'My husband's been gone for months—is he abandoning us?' You told her not to think that way—maybe he's dead—then you went and killed him to boost your accuracy rate."

Now it was the witch's turn to be offended: "Is this about accuracy? This is about abandoning family! He left his wife and children here and married the butcher's daughter in another town—how vile! I'm upholding justice! Do you sympathize with him? Are you the same kind of person? If you had a wife, you'd abandon her too, wouldn't you?"

Du Luo and Negrilis quietly stepped back two paces, pushing the Grand Sage to the front—this was a death question, old man, think carefully before you answer.

After swearing oaths and making solemn promises, the witch finally dropped the issue, though everyone suspected she let him off so easily mainly because of the Beauty Package.

Once the Grand Sage was driven far away, the witch floated up from the edge and approached Ange and the others, her gaze fixed on Du Luo, her cloudy eyes filled with envy.

Seeing her expression, Du Luo spread his hands helplessly: "Don't stare—I won't let you touch."

The witch spat in his face, then turned to Negrilis: "Can you turn me into him? The Beauty Package?"

"Of course," Negrilis deliberately provoked. "But it's expensive..." (Remember when you deleted my memories?)

Too bad—he hadn't finished speaking when the Grand Sage's voice rang out from afar: "I'll pay! I'll pay! Charge it to my account!"

Well, with the Grand Sage around, Negrilis clearly couldn't extort the witch—otherwise the Grand Sage would be the first to explode. Negrilis flew off in defeat, stepping aside to let Ange forward.

Ange reached out and brushed his hand—a row of Pure Beauty spells surged into the witch's body. Her withered corpse rapidly transformed into a plump, fair, dewy, beautiful woman—well, a partially bald beautiful woman.

The Pure Beauty spell couldn't regrow hair. The now-beautiful woman, with half her scalp bald, sported a sparse tuft of brittle, gray strands—visually jarring.

But the witch no longer cared. She stared in shock at her smooth, white, elastic arms, then looked at Ange in disbelief: "This—this is miraculous! Does it work on living people too? It does? Then you're literally the god of all beauty-loving people."

"Hehe, flattery, flattery. Let me formally introduce you—this is the Beauty God, Ange. He truly is the god of all who love beauty," Negrilis said with a grin.

The witch calmed herself, then touched her hair and sighed: "Too bad my hair didn't grow back."

"Don't rush—I said it's a Beauty Package, so there's more. Stand still," Negrilis said.

The witch quickly stood straight. Ange pulled out the sapling; after a burst of vigorous growth, thick sprouts of hair sprouted from her scalp.

After applying a layer of essence, her hair rapidly grew to two fingers' length, neatly falling to her shoulders, replacing all the old, dry, yellow strands.

Now the witch was a short-haired, clean-cut, spirited yet plump and dewy beauty—the two contrasting qualities blended perfectly, leaving Du Luo staring dumbfounded: "Lady Witch, you were this beautiful in life?"

Who doesn't love compliments? The witch beamed, swept her hand across the empty air before her, and conjured a mirror. She stared at her reflection in shock:

"Huh? Where did my blackheads go? My freckles? Why is my skin so white? Even prettier than when I was alive—I was this beautiful before?"

Negrilis secretly delighted but kept a straight face: "Normal. A Beauty God—if he only restored you to your original state, what right would he have to define beauty? Not done yet. Stand still. Open your mouth."

The witch quickly stood straight and opened her mouth, revealing a crooked, rotten set of teeth.

A few drops of Worm Ash Elixir and the Resurrection art were applied; new teeth grew, pushing out the rotten ones. Ange also removed a few extra teeth that would have warped her gums.

Many people grow extra teeth. When they emerge, they either crowd neighboring teeth, twisting the whole set crooked, or widen the jawbone, turning the face square.

So to achieve beautiful teeth, you must remove the extras to get a slender face—not a square one.

Of course, Ange didn't know any of this—he learned it all from Lisha.

The witch ran her tongue over her new teeth, stared at Ange in disbelief, and repeated her earlier question: "You're really the skeleton from the Palace of Rest? And I never recognized you? Then the answer is only one."

"You're a gardening skeleton!"