Chapter 465: Poor Ashe
A man dressed in a dark red trench coat sat on a luxurious red leather armchair. He crossed one leg over the other, leaning his left hand against his cheek. With a mask on his face, his unkempt bangs fell lazily around him as he gazed out the window at the underground city, his eyes slightly squinted as if he were smiling.
Annan’s brush moved swiftly, and before long, the painting was already taking shape. However, she frowned slightly. “Don’t move.”
“I can’t hold the same pose for too long,” Ashe complained. “I’ve never worked as a model before.”
“But I can’t draw if you keep moving,” Annan said. “I have a good idea-Ashe, don’t move!”
Ashe’s body instantly froze. Annan, satisfied, continued painting and laughed, “It’s a pity the world outside isn’t burning; it would perfectly match the future first place on the Art Ranking.”
“You’re not as mature as you are in the Art Ranking,” Ashe said. “But I’m pretty much the same across the different rankings.”
“No way. You’re more wickedly charming in the Art Ranking, more arrogant and boisterous in the Family Ranking, and more like yourself in the Ranking of Schemes. Overall, the ‘you’ in the first three rankings gets closer to the real you, but starting with the Happiness Ranking, things get weird. In the Evil Arts Ranking, you even seem righteous.”
“Now that you mention it, it’s weird. I appear in all these rankings, but I don’t get any place.”
“Aren’t you ranked with me? Though as part of my work… Come to think of it, we weren’t very familiar with each other back then. Why did the Gospel weave a future where I’d be painting you?”