Chapter Three: Please Remember the Man Who Owes Hotpot

“Sorry. I didn’t notice him.” “It happens,” Qiao Mai said. “His face is energy-efficient.” They laughed. Zhaoye nearly joined them, until he saw the reflection in the steel rim of the hotpot. His body had no head. Following his gaze, Luanma closed her laptop. “The decay is accelerating. I found the underlying design of Character Aura. Cosmetics aren’t ordinary skins. They’re neural-mapping anchors. The system reads how you understand yourself and how other people understand you, then binds that information to rare equipment.” “Human language, please.” Xiaogao lifted a slice of tripe. “With his hat stolen, the resolution of him inside other people’s minds is lower.