Chapter 47: I Want A New Face

A/N: Just a warning… the MC does some messed up sh*t this chapter. 

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Two weeks later and a ship arrives in Braavos. Oliver, whose face is now wrapped in bandages steps down. 

His blood has dried now, making the bandages look red and he smiles as he sees the city. He remembers the time that he spent here as Arthur. But he needs to take some money from a hidden stash here, and then he will be able to start traveling all around the world.

But first… he needs a new face. So the first thing he does is go to the House of White. He hoes to the back of the building and waits.

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An hour later, a girl wearing jewelry and a red dress comes out from an underground passage.

She has a noble feeling to her, like a noble lady who is lost. But Oliver doesn't do anything as the woman gets on a boat and pays the boatman a couple of coins. Oliver follows them by going underwater and swimming stealthily. 

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As soon as she arrived in a city, the noble-looking woman entered an alley.

Baam!

Oliver just bashes her behind her head with a wooden bat. Immediately knocking out the woman. He is wearing a cloak and a mask so no one notices him. Immediately Oliver then takes her into an underground passage. 

These were all made by him when he overlooked the city. He also killed all the workers back then so no one knows about it like him. 

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As the woman wakes, she is in a dark room with a cloaked man with bloody bandages around his face. She is calm as she looks at him at first, but then anger appears on her face.

"Don't you know who I am?!! Release me this instant!! My father will hear about this!!" She yells at Oliver angrily.

He just shrugs his shoulders and smiles, with his bloody bandages moving the woman looks scared. "You faceless men truly are good at acting."

They truly were, he wouldn't have ever noticed a difference in a normal situation. But in the end, they are still humans, so their abilities can all be explained logically. 

The woman calms down once she hears that. She looks at Oliver coldly. "The man is faceless too…"

Oliver smirks. "Of course. Sadly, I am not an assassin like you. Anyway, I want a new face."

"You can try joining the House of Black and White for that." Says the woman. 

Oliver just walks close to her. She could smell the salty smell on him, immediately she concluded that he must work in the sea or been at sea recently. 

He then grabs her chin roughly and makes her look at his eyes which are all bloodshot. "I don't want to lose myself. Like you… do you know who you are?"

"The woman is just another follower of the many-faced God." 

"While you were unconscious, I checked your body thoroughly. You had whip scars on your back. So you were most likely a slave girl before you became a faceless assassin."

She doesn't have any reaction on her face at that. But Oliver assumes that he must have hit a nerve or something because she isn't answering. 

"Okay, now I will make this simple. Teach me how to change faces." 

She shakes her head at that. "No." Is all she says. Oliver doesn't need anymore as his face becomes calm. 

"Hmmm… you are quite brave. Let's see how long that will last." Says Oliver as he goes to the darkness of the room and comes back with a rat. "I will put this guy inside you. Let's see if maybe having your womb devoured from the inside will make you talk."

She does not react to that, her body doesn't even twitch in fear at the horrific things that Oliver describes to her.

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Two hours later and Oliver has a frown on his bandaged face as he looks at the dead woman in front of him. She had a huge bloody hole on her lower body. 

The woman had tears and snot running down her face as she looked terrified. She had screamed so much… but in the end, she didn't speak a thing about the faceless man.

Oliver wasn't discouraged at this at all. He plans to capture another faceless man tomorrow. 'They are all human no matter how they act, so there must be some of them willing to squeal.'

In the end, he just takes some oil and covers the room in it. Which after he burns it down, he has hundreds of these hidden disposable rooms among Bravos. He did plan a lot just in case something happened to his first body.

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One day later and in another similar room, a tied up man is crying. "P -Please… l -let me g -go now…"

Oliver doesn't say anything, as he takes off his bandages, and below it is a black-haired and blue-eyed face. 'Truly amazing. So this is the concoction the faceless men use to make the new faces.' He thinks in amazement, not paying mind at all to the tied up man.

He looks at his face in the mirror and is amazed once again. 'For each identity that they steal there goes a lot of work into them, especially if they go deep undercover.'

In the end, Oliver just turns around and takes out a knife.

Fwish!

Slashing the throat of the now castrated faceless man. He was a squealer. He gave up everything just after the crack of his first testicle.

Then he puts the same room on fire. Not leaving behind any evidence of what happened here. 

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So one month later a blond-haired man with blue eyes is in a brothel in Qarth. He has a pleasure slave in his lap.

"Hello there Dio, can you tell me where you are from and I will tell you everything about myself… everything…" Says the pleasure slave wearing skimpy clothing.

The man now identified as Dio just looks at the woman in the eyes and sees the greed in them. "Others call me Dio, there is no need for you to know any more about me. Also, I don't care about your life story dear, you are not my first pleasure slave… and you won't be the last."

The woman has an uncomfortable look on her face. She has met a lot of men, but not ones quite as straightforward as Dio. But it's her job to try and get some information about the men that come through here. So in the end she decides to suggest something else. "How about a story?"

Dio becomes curious at this a little. "Hmmm… that would be better." 

He takes a sip of the drink in front of him and mentions the woman to continue. She smiles at this slightly, she also knows how to handle men who aren't playful.

"Well, the story goes like this. In an age long, long ago, there used to be two moons in the sky. But one of them strayed too close to the sun, it cracked open due to the heat… releasing a thousand thousand (1,000,000) dragons."

Oliver seems in deep thoughts at this. Until a small smile appears on his face. "Is that soo…"

Though he knows that a story like that is most likely fiction. After all, a creature that is killed by a scorpion bolt definitely can't survive in space. But he doesn't tell any of that to the woman in front of him which he considers like an uncultured barbarian. 

But his mind does wonder in something else. He is fire resistant, which is quite amazing. When he was in his first body he did various blood rituals to reawaken the dormant power.

'I should try to get me some dragons.'

Contemplates Oliver, even though nothing is recorded on how to hatch a dragon egg. He knows from the Book and TV Show in his past life. Plus if he gets it now, it will be gigantic by the time cannon comes around. 

'Well, I will think about that later.' Concludes Oliver as he looks at the woman in front of him and tells her. "Get up and turn around."

"R -Right here?" Asks the woman slightly nervous as she has never done it in public. The place is filled with people.

Oliver just sighs at that. "Just shut up and listen. I didn't pay you to ask questions."

The woman nods and takes off her underwear. Everyone looks at her as Oliver pulls his pants down and impales the woman.

'Yi Ti, here I come.' Thinks Oliver as he concludes where he plans to go next.

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Yep… quite some messed up sh*t that he did this chapter… 

P.S: Just in case it wasn't clear, Dio is Oliver, just a different identity...

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