Shirou's clones number 30 million

"But I have to say, the workmanship is really good, and it looks just like a normal body."

This is a special body for the competition. According to the competition schedule, each contestant's soul will enter a new body.

As for body shape and appearance, they can be freely adjusted, with the maximum change not exceeding 20%.

If you find that too much trouble, you can also scan your body.

Hashiba Shirou, who sat up from another device, was startled to notice Shirasawa Shirou's face was blank, and couldn't help but exclaim:

"What are you doing? Are you trying to scare people by pretending to be a ghost?"

Shirou Shiro was puzzled. He touched his face and turned to look at the glass on the side.

The next moment, he involuntarily took a step back.

"What the hell is this?!"

Upon seeing this, Shirou Hashiba burst into laughter:

"Haha... You actually scared yourself, serves you right!"

"I was just a little surprised that my idea actually worked."

"What idea?"

"I've been thinking about whether a person with a physical disability will be generated with a disabled body or a healthy body if no additional settings are made."

Shirou Hakuzawa paused, pondered for a moment, and then said:

"Therefore, before lying down, I planned to shield part of my body. To facilitate testing, I shielded my eyes and pretended to be blind."

"Perhaps, because my disguise went wrong, my nose and mouth were also blocked out."

“I see…” Shirou Hashiba nodded slightly, but before he could finish speaking, he said with a wicked grin, “Do you think I would believe such nonsense? That expression just now clearly showed that you were startled.”

"I don't even have a face, what expression could I possibly have?"

"That's true, you're shameless."

"Don't take this opportunity to swear."

"You'd better go back to the drawing board and start over. We're going to test you on the street soon, and you'll definitely scare a lot of girls to tears looking like that."

"No need. This is just part of the testing process. I'll just wear a mask at most."

As he spoke, Shiro touched the area around his mouth.

At this moment, the area is completely flat and there is nothing there.

"How do I speak without a mouth? How do I see without eyes?"

"You're asking me? How would I know?" Shirou Hashiba said speechlessly.

"I wasn't asking you, I was just talking to myself."

With a slight thought, Shirou Shiro summoned a mask from within the white mist space.

"The White Mist Space can actually be used. It seems that the sealing technique we used is not high enough and has too low priority."

"I can't use magic or ki, I can't sense my cosmos, and my Observation Haki isn't reacting..."

Seeing this, Shiro Hashiba also started experimenting.

However, whenever my gaze falls on Shiro's blank face, I can't help but want to laugh.

It was quite terrifying at first glance, but after watching it a few times, it just seemed funny.

"Ha ha……"

"Why are you laughing for no reason?"

"You look absolutely hilarious right now."

"Wasn't it terrifying just a moment ago? How did it change so quickly?"

"Times change."

After laughing for a while, Shiro Hashiba shifted his gaze to the equipment bay doors around him that were not yet opened.

"Why haven't those guys come out yet? They all went in at the same time."

"He's probably pinching my cheeks."

“That makes sense! You shameless one came out first, and I, who was scanned, came out second. The others are probably making minor adjustments.”

"I told you not to take this opportunity to swear, this is part of my test..."

Before he could finish speaking, Shiro was startled by a monster that crawled out of the equipment not far away, and he instinctively adopted a wary posture.

It was a humanoid creature with fiery red skin and a bizarre appearance. As soon as it stood up, it excitedly began to rub itself back and forth.

"You are...Tsukimi?"

"Yeah, it's amazing you recognized me. Haha... How about it? You look pretty impressive, don't you?"

"Not at all, it's absolutely hideous!"

"Wow... How can someone like you, who doesn't even have a face, say such things?"

"How did you even sculpt that?! You probably only modified about 20% at most, right?"

"Twenty percent is enough! If I had eighty percent, I could even sculpt a Cerberus."

"Are you dressed like a Hellfire Demon?"

"Oh...can you tell?"

"You can't tell at all, I just said it offhand."

"You..."

Just as Tsukimi Shirou was about to speak, he was interrupted by the other Shirous who kept coming out of the hall.

There wasn't a single person who honestly crafted a character's face; everyone just created some bizarre shapes.

However, perhaps due to the 20% restriction, they are all humanoid.

There are giants over five meters tall, demons with black and white wings on their backs and horns on their heads, and orcs with wolf heads and human bodies and furry skin.

This situation left Shirou Shiro speechless.

A few seconds later, he suddenly realized:

"You guys definitely changed the limitations! That giant couldn't possibly make even a minor adjustment of less than 20%. And how on earth could someone that big fit inside such a small device?"

"Alright, let's get to work!"

With these words from Tsukimi Shirou, the monster was released, and everyone rushed outside.

This sight left Shirou Shirazawa speechless.

These guys!

"Isn't this outrageous? Compared to this, doesn't I, someone who just gets a normal body scan, seem completely out of place?"

“That’s my line.” Shirou Hashiba scoffed speechlessly, reminding him, “By the way, you don’t have a face, so you don’t count as being scanned in.”

"Haha... Don't worry about the details. Anyway, let's get started."

Today's main task is to test the new body.

Disadvantages, advantages, talents, as well as endurance and physical limits.

"Put on your mask first; your reputation is very important."

"Don't worry, there won't be any problems."

Suddenly, a scream rang out.

"Aaaaah...! Faceless monster. Don't kill me, my flesh tastes awful."

Shirou Shiro subconsciously turned his head to look, and what came into view was Yuri Tenshou's younger sister, Lilia.

Unexpectedly, the tables turned so quickly.

"Lilia, it's me, Shirou Shirazawa. This is just a disguise; I deliberately put on makeup to look like this."

Fortunately, she didn't see the group of monsters from earlier, otherwise she would have been scared half to death.

As he spoke, Shiro quickly put on his mask to avoid being seen again.

"Brother Bai Ze?"

"It's me. Where's your sister? Didn't you two go shopping together?"

"Phew... My sister went to help catch a thief and sent me to find you."

"That really has her style. In that case, you can help out at the shop here. It's the same routine as Yorozuya, you should be familiar with it."

"understand!"

Chapter 646 Let me draw a face for you

Chapter 646, Section 647: Let Me Paint Your Face

Each Shirou uses a brand new body, has no magic, has physical abilities roughly equivalent to a weak, nerdy guy, and a lifespan of only ten years, making them a truly three-nothing product.

But within this body, a technique has been solidified: faith conversion.

By converting the power of faith into fuel, one can continuously enhance their physical abilities, enabling them to perform elemental attacks or materialize their familiar attack methods.

Of course, the power is related to how much faith is burned.

During the competition, the cheers, encouragement, and attention from the audience will all be transformed into the power of faith.

Even dislike or fear of a particular player can be transformed into strength.

This is a simplified belief system that Apollo and Sanzen Shirou developed after reviewing many materials.

Although both are gods, neither of them uses the power of faith and is not involved in this aspect.

Fortunately, the divine realm where Shirou Sanzenkai resides has a rich collection of books, including experimental notes on faith from previous gods.

Today, all Shirou's main task is to adjust the techniques within their bodies.

Losing an arm or a leg is not a problem, but if the surgical procedure goes wrong, the competition will be difficult to continue.