Max walked calmly through the vast, golden halls of the Sun Palace, his presence blending seamlessly with the nobility and elite who roamed the corridors.
His attire had undergone a complete transformation—no longer wearing the distinct black-and-hoodie dress code of the Black Lotus Guild, but instead donning a well-fitted, midnight-blue suit with a tie.
This was no ordinary suit—it was the same one Alice had chosen for him, meant for the King of the West's birthday celebration.
And now, ironically, he was using it to move unnoticed or blending completely with other guests.
With the addition of a sleek, blue mask covering his face, he looked like an entirely different person. The mask was smooth, featureless, and again completely without holes for eyes or a mouth, giving him an unreadable, mysterious presence.
There was another effect of the mask. It could change his hair color to any he liked the most.
And currently it was deep red.
