Fang Hui gave a thumbs up after listening: "Bring me one."

Xiao Chu confirmed again: "Do you really want it?"

"What's the big deal?"

"Just to set the record straight, right?"

The man with the square face laughed heartily: "What's so difficult about that? I was born straightforward, which has offended quite a few people. My mouth is stiff, and I can't say flattering words. It's a habit I probably can't change."

Xiao Chu explained: "Actually, there is a way. As long as you don't wear or wear less Divine Clothing, this situation can be alleviated. But once you put it on, it's hard to resist the various changes it brings."

"But if you don't wear it for a long time, its power will gradually weaken, even become completely ineffective."

"Wear it! I want to see what kind of clothes the gods give."

"If that's the case."

Xiao Chu sat upright: "Divine Clothing is woven with the wearer's experiences as the thread."

He took out a stack of papers and a charcoal pencil: "Please tell me everything from your childhood, especially what is most important to you. The more detailed, the stronger the new clothes' effect."

Fang Hui frowned and thought for a moment: "What I remember most clearly from my childhood is my dad. He worked as a temporary worker at the glass kiln in Glass Castle, very far from home. It's 40 kilometers from there to our Nikan Town, and a one-way donkey cart ride costs about 50 mushrooms."

"To save money, he always walked back, carrying the grain, cloth, salt, and sugar he bought from there, walking for most of the day. He only came home once every four to five days."

"I remember he wore a pair of very worn-out cloth shoes. He walked so much that his feet were covered in blisters and calluses."

"A round trip saved 100 mushrooms, enough to feed one person at home for two days."

Speaking of this, the square-faced man smiled: "At that time, I just wanted to make him a pair of shoes that wouldn't wear out no matter how much he walked. They wouldn't hurt his feet and would be very comfortable. I wanted to become a shoemaker from then on."

"But later, he kept coughing up blood and died when I was 10."

"After that, my mom ran off with a merchant, leaving just me. So, I became a shoemaker."

Xiao Chu recorded it all.

"Do you need more?"

"Yes, more. But please be truthful. Only genuine experiences can weave new clothes."

Their conversation continued into the night.

The stack of recorded papers grew thicker and thicker.

Initially, Fang Hui's expression was relaxed, but he became a little evasive later on.

Xiao Chu was very familiar with this situation.

Talking about one's past includes both happy and unpleasant memories, and the bad ones often outweigh the good. This is the challenge of weaving new clothes: to get the wearer to open up their heart.

"Brother Fang, thank you for your effort. I'll take it from here."

...

Fang Hui's body measurements had long been recorded.

The design was decided.

The pattern pieces were also cut out.

Xiao Chu started laying out the fabric and cutting it according to the pattern pieces.

Throughout the process, he was serene in his mind.

At this moment, the power of the gods enveloped the space.

His every move was aided by divine power.

The first time he was noticed by the gods was when he married Chen Yin. The double happiness made him both excited and grateful, marveling at his own good fortune.

The gods appeared like a headless bird with enormous wings.

The image emerged in Xiao Chu's mind.

——Are you willing to accept my power and make new clothes for me?

Xiao Chu was overjoyed. He thought it was his tailoring skill that was recognized by the heavens, to the point where even the gods wanted him to make clothes for them.

He quickly learned he was mistaken.

The gods wanted him to make new clothes for the people of the world.

Xiao Chu was very puzzled. Why make clothes for all living beings?

Later, he mustered the courage to ask.

The gods replied.

——For documentation.

"Lord of the gods, to document the wearers through the clothes?"

——Correct. I am writing the Book of All Living Beings. Each piece of clothing is a history of its wearer. Life will perish, but the record can persist forever. So I must ensure these records are authentic enough.

The gods were writing a book.

Each wearer was a character in the book, with their own page.

Once the new clothes were finished, Xiao Chu brought them to Fang Hui to try on.

Fang Hui was very satisfied. He wore the light brown thin coat and dragged Xiao Chu onto the street.

As soon as he appeared, he became the focus of the crowd.

Xiao Chu was used to it, but Fang Hui was quite new to the experience.

Several people came over to greet Fang Hui warmly. One daring lady even introduced herself, telling him she wanted to take a walk at Yalong Bay later.

Fang Hui left with the lady immediately.

He came back by evening.

Fang Hui said, a bit sullen: "Sometimes being too straightforward with words isn't good either."

Xiao Chu asked: "What did you say?"

"She asked if she was pretty, so I told the truth, that she looked average but had a good figure. Then she got upset."

"Then what?"

"Then she left."

"That's it?"

"There's more."

Fang Hui waved his hands: "Then I chased after her, trying to smooth things over. Later, she thought I was a bit lewd."

"Why?"

"I don't know. Anyway, she scolded me, and then we slept together in the Mushroom House nearby."

"What?"

Xiao Chu was shocked: "That fast?"

Fang Hui sighed: "Afterward, I found out I had unintentionally lied to make her happy. Matte—that's her name—heard my inner thoughts, that I found her figure attractive and wanted to sleep with her."

"So she slept with me and said if she survived next time, she'd marry me."

"Then why are you upset?"

"Not about the sleeping part. It's because she's a raider leader. She said she wanted to pull off one last big score, then wash her hands and settle down with me."

Xiao Chu was stunned: "That girl seemed a bit wild…but a raider?"

"But she is."

Fang Hui looked bitter, pulling an ice cream bar from the refrigeration box and gnawed on it: "Now, many of the Pillage Groups are transitioning, as warfare has changed in recent years."

"The Mechanical City's army, be it land, sea, or air, is being mass-produced. There's drones in the sky, robot dogs on land, and warships in the Dead Sea that can destroy a city from dozens of kilometers away."

"Then the Mechanical City clashed with our company. Our higher-ups first annihilated an entire invading force. Then we retaliated, flattening Spring City with bombs… Matte said that now, every Pillage Group on the East Continent realizes the era has changed."

"Warfare has escalated to Light Core Level and group battles. There are many airships and combat gliders in the sky, and more and more Mechanical City ships on the sea, aiming to wipe out the Pillage Groups. Their living space is getting smaller."

"She's not a good person, but I just like her. She's candid like me, no tricks…sigh, she's a good woman but not a good person."

Fang Hui chewed the ice cream bar irritably: "What should I do?"

Xiao Chu didn't know what to say.

He was just a tailor.

And he had never slept with a female raider.

Xiao Chu thought and said: "Follow your true inner voice."

"I don't know what's right, but making your own choice usually means fewer regrets."

Fang Hui slammed the table and ran out.

Two hours later.

He came back, sweating heavily: "I turned her in. The company has her under control now."

Xiao Chu gave a thumbs-up: "Selfless."

"No."

Fang Hui waved his hand: "With the company holding her, she won't go back to the ship. Not going back means no life risk. I learned that prisoners in the company can still move around. Based on past wartime prisoner treatment, they can even earn merits while serving time."

——

Xiao Chu racked his brain: "It's a solution."

"The company is efficient. The Recursive City's data center has verified that Matte is the leader of the E-level Pillage Group 'Oil Thieves.' They mainly rob oil and sugar, which are hard currencies now, used as food and Floating Heart energy."

Fang Hui took a sip of water: "But they don't rob at sea. They dig tunnels under warehouses on land, stealing oil and sugar bit by bit. They bribed local surveyors and warehouse managers, taking a little each time."

Xiao Chu was amazed: "What will the company do with her?"

"Since the crimes weren't committed within the Development Alliance, the company decided not to punish her or make it public but to monitor her long-term."

Fang Hui laughed: "When Minister Yuan Tong found out, he recruited Matte to form a specialized anti-theft team. Matte's unhappy with me, calling me a traitor, but I explained my thoughts to her. It's better than her dying outside."

"That's indeed good news."

Xiao Chu breathed a sigh of relief.

The Divine Clothing had helped Fang Hui meet someone he liked.

The Guangna Species eagerly sought Divine Clothing for this reason.

Due to their low birth rate and high vigilance, it was hard for Guangna to form stable partnerships, much less families.

Moreover, the Guangna, especially the intelligent ones, craved to rely on a stable and strong sea lord but lacked the means.

Divine Clothing addressed both issues.

Wearing it made the Guangna trustworthy. People around could hear their true feelings. For sea lords or city rulers, this was crucial.

...

With summer drought worsening, people kept moving from Cotton and Hemp Land, some of whom knew the couple.

One day, Cao Dayuan, a senior company executive, came over.

"Tailor Xiao, the chairman wants to see you."

Xiao Chu entered Jade City 3101 with some anxiety, knowing the matter of Divine Clothing couldn't be kept secret.

He suddenly heard the voice of the gods.

——If Zhou Yi asks about me, just tell the truth.

——Don't worry, he's not an enemy.

Xiao Chu was surprised.

Could it be the chairman knew the gods?

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