Empress’ Game: Make-up Master Chapter 1 - The Accident Before the Transmigration

In a studio piled with strange metal equipment and countless pigments, Wu Sheyue sat lazily on the sofa, but her eyes were studying the visitor in front of her with great care.

The man wore a perfectly tailored suit and returned Wu Sheyue’s look with a gentlemanly smile.

Wu Sheyue’s gaze drifted to the stack of photographs on the table. In the photos was a fat man with shifty eyes and a sly, ratlike face.

“You want to become this person?”

“Yes.”

“That’s a pretty big difference.” Wu Sheyue said it casually. She did not look willing.

“People in the circle call you Ghost Hand. I’ve heard there’s nothing you can’t do. I trust you’ll find a way. Please don’t brush me off.”

The other party’s smile remained mild and unruffled.

Seeing Wu Sheyue’s expression turn unpleasant, he thoughtfully added, “Oh, this is a requirement from above. You understand, don’t you?”

At the mention of “above,” Wu Sheyue’s disgust almost showed plainly on her face.

She picked up the photos and said coldly, “In that case, I’ll say this first. With only these lousy photos you
brought me, if I can’t achieve the best possible result, there’s nothing I can do. If the mission really fails, don’t put the blame on me.”

A faintly smug smile tugged at the man’s mouth. “It’s fine. Even if you say that, I still believe
you’re only trying to drive me away.”

Wu Sheyue stood and walked toward the makeup room off to the side. The man followed of his
own accord.

After they entered, Wu Sheyue glanced sideways at him. “Take off your clothes.”

The man obediently began unbuttoning and loosening his clothes until he was wearing only his
underwear, then sat down in front of the makeup mirror.

Wu Sheyue folded her arms and looked over the man’s face and body.

A moment later, she seemed to know what she needed to do. She turned, pulled open the brush rack in front of the makeup mirror, and took a bald cap, paint box, adhesive, and white prosthetics from a cabinet nearby.

About four hours later, under Wu Sheyue’s makeup work, the originally gentlemanly man had become fat and sleazy.

He stood in front of the mirror and carefully examined his appearance, then sighed in admiration.

“Ghost Hand was being modest just now after all. This level of skill is enough to fool those people. But how long can this makeup hold?”

Wu Sheyue had already gone to the sink to wash her hands. She answered casually, “That depends on how long you want it to last.”

The man turned his eyes toward Wu Sheyue’s back. Beneath the special-effects makeup, his gaze turned meaningful.
“I understand. After the mission is complete, how do I remove these prosthetics from my body?”

Wu Sheyue kept her head lowered and continued scrubbing her hands, her voice very cold.

“If you’re still alive and running around by then, come back and I’ll remove the makeup. Otherwise, take a bottle of remover with you and handle it yourself. The thickest, tallest white bottle. Get it from the makeup table yourself.”

“Is it this one?”

“Read the label on the bottle yourself.” Wu Sheyue was too lazy to look back.

The man stopped speaking behind her. He was probably looking for the makeup remover.

Wu Sheyue focused on the pigment under her fingernails, then her thoughts suddenly drifted.

The missions from above had really been piling up lately…

She did not know if it was fortune or misfortune. The organization had raised her from childhood, yet no matter how hard she worked, her combat and physical abilities still failed to meet the standard. The boss had been so angry he had almost killed her. But later, she happened to master special-effects makeup and prop-making completely, and that counted as picking up a life she nearly lost.

Now, not only was she not being kicked out and silenced, she could stay curled up here and live a relatively peaceful life.

But… after living this way for so long, she felt as if she was about to become one with those terrifying, eerie props. Suddenly, she hated this kind of life.

Wu Sheyue was thinking when a shiver ran through her entire body.

She sensed a cold gust slicing past from behind.

She had never been attacked in the studio before. Wu Sheyue quickly grabbed the palette knife on the sink and swung back with a vertical slash.

But before the dull blade could extend, her wrist was seized.

Wu Sheyue tried to turn fully around, but her knee was also struck and pinned by the other person’s knee.

The face threatening her from inches away was the very face she had just spent four hours creating.

“I had my knife raised and waited for you for a long time. Your reaction speed really is slow.”

Even with the prosthetics on his face, he could not hide the cold light in his eyes.

Those eyes stared fixedly at her, and Wu Sheyue felt as if she had become prey on the verge of death.

“What are you doing?” Having spent years in contact with death, Wu Sheyue sensed an intense, near-death danger from this killer.

As soon as she shouted, a sharp pain tore through her chest. A blade used for cutting prosthetics sank into her body, and the pain almost stopped her thoughts.

The man let go, and Wu Sheyue slid to the floor.

“If you want to blame someone, blame yourself. After all these years, you still never learned to hide your emotions properly. Your desire to escape always shows so plainly. Did you think the boss couldn’t see it…?”

Wu Sheyue’s consciousness blurred.

The dull blade in her body was coated with pigment containing poison, and her body was no longer obeying her commands.

The man leisurely found suitable clothes in the room and put them on, then gave Wu Sheyue one final look.

He took out a lighter, set fire to the cabinet where miscellaneous items were stored, and walked
out of the makeup room.

Wu Sheyue did not live long enough to see the blazing fire. She lost consciousness.

(To be continued)