Ah Xian hurriedly checked her DMs, finding the other two Leon photos.
A quick glance—on point.
No… not quite.
More like, the vibe was overflowing!
The joyful, goofy pose wasn't overly silly—it hit a delicate balance.
He just flashed a "middle" gesture.
And that inexplicable smirk.
For players steeped in chaotic joker vibes, it was enough.
Instantly, debates reignited over whether he was part of Aha's faction.
Some said yes—his voice lines and certain plot actions screamed it.
Others said no—he explicitly denied being a Masked Fool, and a Mourning Actor was out of the question.
Both sides had points, but no one could pin it down.
As for the last one, the captivating pose that'd spark screams…
Leon leaned on the wall, two fingers pinching a red rose, his lips curved in a gentlemanly arc.
His gaze toward the camera was soft yet profound, like it could pull you in deep.
"I'm done for… completely done for…"
"My heart's pounding like crazy. I can feel Cupid shooting a thousand arrows that way."
"No wonder staring at my husband Leon feels laggy—oh, he's lagging in my heart!"
"When I get my wisdom teeth pulled soon, just looking at his smile might knock me out cold…"
"I wish the weather would turn cold now so I could be his coat, wrapping him in my warmth."
The live stream didn't erupt in screams.
But Ah Xian's string of fangirl quotes let viewers feel just how lethal Leon's photo was.
[Oh no, I'm starting to get Ah Xian.]
[No, no, I can't bend—this is disrespect to Father Leon!]
[Scary stuff.]
[This nun's saving it as wallpaper. Oh, and I'm quitting this gig!]
[You ask what I want Leon to do to me? All I'll say is: pH > 12.]
[Sis up there is wild!]
[Watched her space video—she's really a girl. Never seen that kind of unhinged text. I'm stealing it.]
[Stop staring, Ah Xian. One more look, and I bet you'll explode.]
"Seriously, I can't look anymore…"
Ah Xian grabbed a tissue to dab her mouth.
"Keep staring, and this stream's toast… I'll save the deep dive for after the broadcast."
[???]
[Spill how you're using it.]
"No way I'm telling you that. Let's see how these photos get used on the wanted posters."
Following the quest marker, they soon arrived at a notice board.
The moment they saw the portrait, the stream's lively atmosphere thickened.
[Can't handle it!]
[What kind of genius draws a portrait this abstract?]
The wanted poster had a glowing interaction point.
[…]
March 7th's mouth twitched. "Sorry, I'm not sure I can say for certain—is this you, Stelle?"
Hearing the dialogue, Ah Xian paused before clicking.
Stelle: "Definitely not."
March 7th: "I kinda feel… it matches your mental state…"
Stelle ripped the poster down, crumpling it into a ball and stuffing it in her pocket.
"We're close, March, but talk nonsense, and I can still sue you for slander."
"This Trailblazer's peerless beauty might not topple cities, but it's at least enough to sink fish and fell geese—loved by all, pitied by me."
"This abstract mess on the poster—where's even a hint of my charm?"
March 7th: "You seem a bit… touchy."
Stelle: "Yeah, I'm touchy. Don't laugh—drawn like this, you're probably not much better."
"Your schadenfreude now might boomerang right back at you."
March 7th tried to hold it in. "Pfft… who said I'm laughing? I'm not, you're making it up…"
Stelle finally got why Leon wanted photos.
Belobog's wanted posters were so bad they'd make you slap your forehead.
Even the wanted person couldn't stand it.
No more dialogue followed, so Ah Xian pressed F.
[The notice board displays a uniquely styled portrait.]
[No, it's not a portrait—it's a milestone of unrestrained artistic frenzy.]
[The figure's hair leans gray, gender ambiguous, with eyes staring straight at you, exuding a fleeting sense of existential despair.]
[Add the hand-like structure gripping what seems to be a massive club—you can't help but think, this might actually be me.]
[You tear the portrait down, missing it dearly but unable to send it to a cozy home.]
[As a refined, cultured person, tearing down someone's work means you owe something in return.]
[So, you decide to put up your freshly taken photo, adding a note: Catch me if you can.]
[Imagining certain people seeing this photo—not only charmed but furious enough to lose it—your brain can't help but tremble.]
[A strange, unprecedented joy surges through you, urging you to burst out laughing.]
[You're pleased with your masterpiece and grasp Leon's 'thoughtful intentions.']
[To avoid the Trailblaze team's social death here, he did well!]
[Laughing my head off.]
[Joy? Did Aha actually glance at them?]
[Just back on the surface, and we get this absurd mainline plot. Can't handle it.]
"You get it—the beta mainline didn't have this."
March 7th: "You're really asking for a punch like that."
Stelle: "If you got drawn like this, you'd regret not picking a taunting pose."
March 7th: "…We'll see when we find it!"
Leon: "Slow down. Three hundred meters ahead, at the corner, Guards are patrolling our route. Hide nearby and wait for them to pass."
Seele: "Are there always this many Guards patrolling up here?"
Leon: "Not this many when we first arrived in Belobog. Besides the three of us being wanted, there's likely another reason."
Seele: "I'll scout ahead."
Leon: "No need. My scouting method's more efficient and safer than yours."
Seele racked her brain but couldn't figure it out.
Leon was standing right here—how was he scouting a distant corner?
Forget it. Thinking too much made her brain itch.
These three offworlders—besides Leon's wings, who knew what weird powers the other two had?
No point dwelling on it.
Leon: "Alright, everyone put on these coats for a simple disguise."
Looking at the clearly local-style coats, March 7th instinctively asked, "Where'd these warm coats come from?"
"Sampo gave them."
"What? He'd be that nice?" Seele's eyes widened.
Leon's tone was cryptic. "Didn't even charge me. Nice guy, really."
The three girls followed Leon's lead, soon pausing under a staircase, eyeing a wanted poster on the wall.
This one left March 7th dumbfounded.
"Leon, this photo's you—it's too good-looking!"