Finally, under Loren’s uncompromising attitude, Raven reluctantly accepted this tacky new appearance, only muttering quietly in its mind:

“Master, I must remind you, as an adult human male, if your aesthetic sense doesn’t keep up, you won’t gain mating rights from the opposite sex…”

Loren: “…”

It has to be said, as a bird, you worry about too many things…

Loren ignored the suggestion offered by Raven and continued adapting to his new image as he pleased.

He began adjusting his walking gait according to the walking postures of those bottom-tier gang members from his memory.

While adjusting his walking posture, Loren also coordinated the muscles throughout his body, striving to ensure his new image wouldn’t show any flaws.

After carefully adjusting for a minute.

A muscular, bald-headed tough guy who swayed his head while walking was born.

The metal necklace around his neck also clinked with metallic collisions accompanying Loren’s exaggerated walking style.

Simultaneously, after finishing the walking posture adjustment, Loren also tried imitating the speaking styles of those bottom-tier gang members from his memory.

“Yo! Friend! Need some contraband? The kind that’ll send you straight to heaven!”

A somewhat rough, deep voice emerged from Loren’s throat.

Loren froze for two seconds. This wasn’t his original voice.

Interesting, it can even change my voice…

“Yo! As expected of a Demigod artifact, the effect is freaking awesome!!”

Loren said with extreme exaggeration while also making a somewhat hip-hop hand gesture.

His right index and ring fingers were bent, while the other three fingers remained naturally extended. Maintaining this gesture with his right hand, he placed it naturally on his chest, swaying it exaggeratedly back and forth…

Clearly, Loren was already somewhat immersed in it; this was a novel experience.

“Master! Please, I’m begging you, just be a normal person…” Raven’s voice sounded again in his mind.

It was already starting to have trouble enduring its master’s “bizarre” behavior.

“Yo! Raven! That’s how all those gang members talk! My disguise is freaking awesome!!”

Raven: “…”

Sister Annie Bell, save me, Master’s condition actually never improved at all…

“Yo! Little Raven! If we keep this up, those Security Bureau guys will absolutely never recognize us!”

“Yo! Yo! My disguise is freaking awesome!”

Loren continued maintaining this unique way of speaking. Being cautious, he felt it was best to keep talking like this during this period.

“I’m starting to hate my Wisdom. Master, you should pay me for psychological treatment!!”

Raven’s voice sounded somewhat desperate.

“Yo! Talking like that really hurts my feelings, Raven!” Loren’s scarred face revealed a “kind” smile.

Raven: “…”

The voice in his mind did not sound again, sinking into a long silence.

After noticing Raven had fallen silent, Loren also put away his exaggerated performance, silently thinking:

“This feeling of letting go of inhibitions… it feels like it could easily become addictive…”

However, this thought was only fleeting.

Soon, he immersed himself again in his flamboyant performance.

Letting go once feels great; letting go all the time feels great all the time!

5 minutes later.

Gradually familiar with his new image, Loren finally swayed his head as he walked out of the street, his right hand occasionally making a hip-hop gesture.

A flawless disguise was born…

Meanwhile, inside the “Sloth’s Spring” café in the distance, that lady with the gentle temperament, upon sensing the absurd scene on the street, silently held her forehead.

“The Ferros Family really shouldn’t have given you that mask…”

A pleasant yet disdainful voice softly echoed within this retro café.

And so, Loren, sporting his brand-new image, swayed his head as he walked out of this street…

After exiting the street, Loren noticed a somewhat short figure standing in the middle of the road, seemingly waiting specifically for him.

A somewhat shabby robot stood in the middle of the road, its body several dozen centimeters tall still bearing mottled rust marks.

Seeing this, Loren swayed his head as he swaggered forward, asking arrogantly:

“Yo! Rusty guy, looking for this master here for something?”

“…Hello, commission… help… destination, please… follow… me…” a somewhat intermittent, grating mechanical voice sounded.

After saying this, the shabby robot turned and walked into the darkness.

Loren sized up this strange robot. Seeing it looked like it was about to fall apart, he silently followed.

It’s been a long time since I encountered such a considerate client…

One hour later.

After following this dilapidated robot through numerous twists and turns in the city’s remote alleys, Loren arrived outside a rather massive garbage dump.

Standing outside this garbage dump, Loren silently held his breath.

Even someone like him, who grew up in the Slums, found this mixed odor a bit too stimulating…

Meanwhile, the dilapidated robot silently walked to the edge of the dump and used its rusty mechanical hand to move aside a pile of garbage.

On the ground, a square piece of black metal was revealed, fitting seamlessly with the surrounding ground, resembling a hidden door.

Then, the dilapidated robot knocked on that square black metal on the ground with a specific pattern.

3 seconds later.

That square piece of black metal popped up from the ground, revealing a passage with steps.

The bald-headed Loren gazed at this somewhat bizarre scene without uttering a word.

He was holding his breath; it wasn’t convenient to speak.

Soon, a figure wearing a breathing mask emerged from the passage.

Upon seeing Loren’s new image, the person also froze for a moment.

Especially after glancing at the metal necklace around Loren’s neck, they directly turned to look at the dilapidated robot beside them.

“Shouldn’t you get maintenance? Are you sure you didn’t bring the wrong person??” A somewhat sleazy voice came from under the breathing mask.

“No… mistake… that… time… period… only he… one… human… walked… out…” The intermittent, grating mechanical voice sounded.

After hearing the dilapidated robot’s report, the person with the breathing mask turned to look at Loren, asking with a hesitant and conflicted voice:

“May I ask, what commission did you accept?”

“Yo! A jailbreak commission.” Loren covered his nose and said quickly.

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