Deep into the night.
In the capital, Transcendent District.
"Sizzle."
"Sizzle sizzle—"
Inside the mansion, in the basement, Chen Yu was welding a steel helmet onto his head as he stood in front of a floor mirror, electric welder in hand, working hard.
The helmet was entirely green, thick, and heavy.
Two steel bars extended from below, firmly fixed to a metal collar around his neck through welded connections.
Encasing Chen Yu's entire "head" within its grasp.
"Sizzle—"
After welding the last point, Chen Yu placed down the welder, leaned close to the mirror, and carefully observed the firmness between the steel helmet and the collar, giving it a few tentative tugs.
It didn't budge at all!
He nodded in satisfaction.
"That's secure."
"If anyone else wants to see my title, they'll have to blow off my head first."
After knocking on the helmet, Chen Yu finally set his mind at ease, hands in pockets, and walked out of the basement.
