The Gentleman at the End
Chapter 368 - Chapter 368 Chapter 367 The One with the Skin

Chapter 368: Chapter 367: The One with the Skin Chapter 368: Chapter 367: The One with the Skin [Saville Tailor Market]

With the Skin Promotion ceremony about to commence, Wrinkled Skin Spacy, as the chief tailor, naturally received an invitation to attend the event in person.

Actually, even without an invitation, he would have made his way to the scene, leveraging his past role at the Divine Skin Mansion. After all, his old friend was about to break free from restraints and regain freedom, and he had to stand there to see him off in person.

Spacy also dressed elaborately, taking out the bodice leather garment he had prepared long ago,

and enveloped all parts of his body except for his mouth and eyes, stuffing the wrinkles evenly into it, taking a whole morning to ensure his appearance was impeccable.

He looked like a black-skinned man with a round and uniform belly.

Before leaving, he placed his palm on the surface of his desk,

Hum! A pulse of leather spread throughout the association, and soon a young woman with thick spectacles and disheveled hair found him, even buttoning her garment incorrectly.

Jessica Lores, Candidate for the First Gentleman, a rare and unusual cross-dressing tailor.

Although she was Spacy’s student, she had never seen the “Skin Sack Bible” and mostly conducted her tailoring research independently. She seldom bothered her teacher, while on the contrary, Spacy would proactively seek her out to discuss cross-dressing issues.

“Jessica, you’re going to attend the assessment today; you should tidy up your appearance before leaving,” Spacy suggested.

“Got it, give me ten minutes,” she responded.

With her head buried, Jessica hurried back to her Clothing Room. Ten minutes passed, not a second more or less, and when she returned to Spacy, she was like a graceful female secretary.

Her light brown wavy hair just reached her shoulders, hanging over her chest.

Her attire was modified to a professional, formal women’s style, with a pencil skirt for the lower half, although her knees were a bit knocked, perhaps related to her profession.

Still wearing her heavy glasses, her pupils showed no sparkle.

“Teacher, let’s go,” she said.

“Hmm,” Spacy acknowledged.

…

[Power Station-Research Institute]

Reagan was well aware that today was the crucial selection day, but he had yet to receive an invitation from William,

guessing that the latter was too preoccupied with something and had forgotten, Reagan decided to approach the director himself, hoping to secure a spot to witness the event.

Director Celestin, with his large cranium, very much desired to refuse Reagan’s request, but considering the research benefits Reagan had recently brought to the Power Station, he hesitated for a moment before giving an answer.

“The Divine Skin Mansion only gave us at the Power Station two places to observe the ceremony, and I had already decided to allow Kimberly and Tiya, the two deputy directors, to attend as ‘Watchers’,

leading the ‘Self-developed Skin Slave’ created by a joint development of several departments to participate in the Skin Promotion.

If you want to go, you’ll need to take over the ‘Watcher’ duties from Deputy Director Tiya.”

Reagan’s eyes shifted slightly as he rubbed his flesh-layered chin, “Self-developed Skin Slave? So this project was meant for that… No wonder the research institute invested heavily.”

“Exactly, if we can create a ‘First Gentleman’ that meets the Old World Skin Factory standards, it would resolve many troublesome issues, and more talent could be utilized by the organization without having to bear such pain or waste life.”

“Can the director show me the relevant materials? It’s about a twenty-six-minute walk from the research institute to the Divine Skin Mansion. I should be able to finish them and assist Deputy Director Kimberly without any problems.”

“There’s no need to look, let Kimberly lead, and you just assist on the side.

If Kimberly determines that the subject has lost control and needs to be dealt with, use all your strength to suppress it… I’ll take you down personally, the subject just completed stability tests last night, it’s still being adjusted, and you’ll get a chance to observe up close,” the director said.

“Okay,” Reagan agreed.

The two took the elevator down to the depths of the research institute, where a massive mechanical column stood erect, various electric arcs flitting across its surface.

In the sealed laboratory at the very bottom of the column,

Deputy Director Kimberly and the fully armed researchers were gathered around a special cylindrical container,

The space between the containers was filled with a solution obtained by dissociating the Gentleman’s Skin through ultra-high heat combined with a strong electric current; even after electrolysis was completed, the solution still maintained a temperature of 200~300degC.

Within such a solution floated a bald man stripped of eyebrows and hair, in his early thirties, with a conduit inserted into the base of his skull and various wires connected to his body.

Just as the director was explaining the personnel changes to Kimberly,

Reagan immediately linked this man’s facial structure with a character in his thoughts through analysis.

“Hmm!? Director, is this… Peeler Alex?”

“Recognized him, did you? That’s right, our current technology isn’t yet capable of ‘creating humans,’ but can completely alter and control a person.

Death Row Inmates with heinous crimes are often subjected to a [Brain Preservation] procedure.

On the advice of the research institute, we transfer some Death Row Inmates experienced with skin to be transformed into stable, controllable First Gentleman candidates, who can rapidly develop under the conditions provided by the institute.

Alex was one of the most skilled with skin among all the Death Row Inmates; even in a state of mind dissociation, his instincts still allowed him to manipulate skin to resist high temperatures and absorb nutrients from it.”

However, Reagan asked with a heavy gaze, “Director, may I take a look at the stability test reports for each phase?”

The director threw him a look and said in a low voice, “You just need to look at the report. If it was truly stable, would I need to arrange for two deputy directors to accompany me?

The rapid deterioration of the First Gentleman, the dwindling skin production, and the irreversible spread of the Grey Zone,

All these factors force us to make bold attempts; you just need to work conscientiously with Kimberly.”

“Understood.”

…

[Cesimani]

Yuri, known among the Prophets as the Butcher for his overwhelming Slaughter Aura, self-sealed to suppress it. Today, surprisingly, he wasn’t in a wheelchair but was putting on his dark red suit wrapped in bandages with sunglasses capable of Sealing Killing Intent,

Heading alone to the lower layer of Cesimani, to the area known as the ‘slaughterhouse.’

This place is often used for Executioner examinations with large numbers of living dummies required, some impaled on stakes, others hanging in midair, etc., consuming a great amount each day.

Many gentlemen who failed to become Executioners, accustomed to the life in Cesimani, would come here to become “Doll Makers” just to stay.

However, there was one particular craftsman here, and he was precisely the reason for Yuri’s personal visit.

“Mandy, you’re still busy… Today is an important day, you know.”

As Yuri’s voice echoed in one of the doll factory rooms, most of the workers immediately stood up and bowed in respect; most of them were over forty years of age.

Only a young lad in his thirties, wearing round glasses and with a simple and honest demeanor, continued to apply skin to the dummies.

Not until he meticulously affixed a piece of skin to a dummy did he respond to the conversation:

“I know… I’ll go change after finishing this dummy, there’s still some time left.”

“Are you prepared?”

“I guess so? Anyway, I’ll do my best.” Mandy didn’t even glance at Yuri while they spoke, focusing entirely on the dummy. Only after completing the task did he turn towards Yuri with a naive smile.

“That’s good, being relaxed is the best state to be in.

However, there’s a candidate in this year’s selection that I’m particularly impressed with, a young lad even younger than you. If you run into him, try not to kill him.”

“No problem, I’ll restrain myself.”

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