Yu Qingyu stared at his reflection in the gym's mirror. Staring back at him was a young man in his early twenties, with flawless skin, raven hair, parted right in the middle and arranged perfectly symmetrically, not even a strand out of place, and eyes like two frozen ponds.
He was wearing a tight, snow-white suit, made from some sort of silky-to-touch, elastic material. It covered all of his body, up to his nose. On top of that, he was wearing multiple cold, metallic gray colored, light accessories, everything symmetrical of course, which boosted his stats. The difference they made was so vast that Yu Qingyu felt as if after putting them on, he suddenly transformed into a completely different person. All of it was complemented by a pair of light boots, reaching up to his knees.
