Tuanchun—the Dandelion Spirit who possessed a fiery temper, a tiny stature, and a rather advanced age—softened her expression slightly after watching Fang Yuan press her bloodstained fingerprint onto the contract without a second thought.
"The work of a mail carrier isn't easy. As a Candidate, why aren't you searching for a pass instead of applying for a job here?"
Tuanchun felt it necessary to figure out this Candidate's true intentions. Although the contract guaranteed she could never harm the Dandelion Spirit tribe, Tuanchun remained uneasy. The sight of her tribe members withering away before her eyes felt like it had happened only yesterday, and as chief, it was her duty to protect the Dandelion Spirits.
"Does everything have to have a purpose and meaning?" Fang Yuan replied with a question of her own. "Can't a person simply act on a whim and want to experience different careers and lives?"
Tuanchun stared into her eyes for a long moment before asking, "The Candidate who reaches the top floor of the Crucible first is the most likely to attain godhead. You don't seem in a hurry at all. Did you not come here to become a god?"
"No, I did come here to become a god, and I will definitely become one—without a doubt. That is my absolute confidence in myself." Fang Yuan twirled her hammer and extended a hand toward Tuanchun. "Hand it over, fiery-tempered colleague."
Tuanchun said nothing. She tilted her head toward Tuantuo, who had been nervous the entire time. Seeing the atmosphere between them relax, Tuantuo's face lit up with a smile as she flew into the small hole of the clock pendulum on the wall.
Before long, Tuantuo returned carrying a slightly larger fluffball. She popped her head out from under the fluffball as if claiming credit, tilting her head up toward Fang Yuan. "Little Sister Hammer Star! The largest fluffball! It can fit your shovel, hammer, and gold coins inside!"
When she mentioned "gold coins," she lowered her voice on purpose.
Fang Yuan shot her an appreciative look and praised, "Wow, as expected of Big Sister Tuantuo! Thank you, and thanks to this fiery-tempered spirit as well!"
She accepted the fluffball. Tuantuo had thoughtfully attached a silver chain to the top so Fang Yuan could hang it from her waist.
Noticing this tiny detail, Fang Yuan showered her with praise without hesitation: "So thoughtful! As expected of our tiny yet reliable Big Sister Tuantuo."
Tuantuo swelled with joy from the praise.
Floating aimlessly with excitement, she nearly crashed headfirst into the wall.
Watching her float around giddy after getting praised, Tuanchun let out a helpless sigh.
"Fiery-tempered spirit, when you have time, take Big Sister Tuantuo to the Old Maroni Opera House. The Candidate outside touched her earlier, so he likely inflicted a bad luck status on her."
Fang Yuan casually reminded her.
"It's best if you accompany her. A bad luck status can still cause quite a bit of trouble."
Fang Yuan looked down at the fluffball in her hands; it felt remarkably like a high-quality plush toy in her palm.
【Envelope Storage】: A gift from the Dandelion Spirit tribe, an extra-extra-extra-extra-large fluffball! 70×50×50 cm in spatial dimensions, perfectly resolving your storage worries! (Bound: Fang Yuan)
It was about the size of two comforters plus a few plush toys—pretty decent.
Satisfied, Fang Yuan immediately stuffed her shovel, hammer, two scrolls, and the 136 gold coins from her four pockets into it.
【Candidate for the God of Deception】: Fang Yuan ♪ (Chant from the Master Elf Singer; shields you from all negative statuses; this mark cannot be removed by any entity other than said Master Elf Singer, and said Master Elf Singer can synchronize your coordinates and conversation through this mark)
【Nickname】: Shovel-You-Onto-the-Stage Hammer Star
【Blessing】: 【Lies Made Real】
Current Lies: Resurrect in a new body after death (Probability of reality: 56%), Snapping fingers breaks illusory dreams (Probability of reality: 32%), Teleportation (Probability of reality: 0.1%), Hand-crafted gold coins (Probability of reality: 1.8%)
【Divine Relic】: 【Envelope Storage】
【Luck Value】: 6/10
【Righteousness Value】: -5/100 (It is recommended to increase your Righteousness Value; you will be categorized as a guest of Poor Conduct in the eyes of divine creations)
【Assets】: One shovel, one hammer, Divine Creation Introduction Scroll, Ryder Town Map, 136 gold coins
【Divine Expectation Value】: 5%
The probability of her lies turning real had decreased. That was understandable; after all, there were many divine creations inside the Crucible who were unaware of her circumstances.
Fang Yuan closed her panel, clipped the fluffball to her waistband, and waved to them. "See you tomorrow at work!"
Tuantuo excitedly waved her tiny hands. "See you tomorrow, Little Sister Hammer Star!"
Fang Yuan pushed open the post office door, bumping right into Liang Du, who had been eavesdropping and failed to step back in time, catching the startled expression on his face.
The soundproofing of the door was simply too good. He had pressed his ear against it for a long time without hearing a thing, so he didn't even notice Fang Yuan coming out, leading to this awkward encounter.
But what kind of person was Liang Du?
Would he feel awkward?
Not at all.
In an instant, his face broke into his familiar, proper smile as he naturally stepped up beside Fang Yuan, looking as though they were great friends.
"You're out! Your Big Brother Liang was so worried about you, fearing something might happen to you inside. Seeing you come out safe and sound, I can rest easy."
Fang Yuan looked at him, her lips curving into an insincere smile before turning and walking off in one direction.
Liang Du followed closely behind.
He noticed that the shovel and hammer Fang Yuan had been holding were gone, and her four bulging pockets were empty.
In their place, an extra fluffball hung from her waistband by a silver chain, showing no intention of hiding it whatsoever.
This was Fang Yuan's style—possessing absolute confidence in herself.
She was always nonchalant when facing trouble, never taking her opponents seriously.
Arrogant and complacent—she would misstep sooner or later because of this.
Yet he had to admit that her confidence was always justified. Since she dared to hang the fluffball so openly from her waistband, it had to be a 【Divine Relic】 already bound to her.
To obtain this storage fluffball, killing Fang Yuan was the only path.
Kill Fang Yuan? Liang Du wasn't stupid; he certainly couldn't kill her.
Pretending to have noticed nothing, Liang Du shifted his gaze, sticking close to Fang Yuan's side and striking up conversation every now and then.
Given Fang Yuan's arrogant and complacent nature, the fact that she was actively taking him along could only mean one thing.
She had absolute confidence that Liang Du couldn't possibly obtain the 【Divine Relic】 or 【Blessing】 that could dispel the bad luck status.
However, there was another possibility: Fang Yuan was deceiving him.
Just like when she tricked him into getting hypnosis!
Liang Du kept his guard up, already planning an escape route in his mind.
"Sister Fang Yuan, give your Big Brother Liang the honest truth—you aren't tricking your Big Brother Liang, are you?"
Fang Yuan glanced at him, remaining silent.
"Sister Fang Yuan, Big Brother Liang saw earlier that your pockets were stuffed full. What was inside them?"
Fang Yuan's fingertip casually brushed across the fluffball, and a glittering gold coin appeared between her fingers. "Gold coins. My 【Blessing】. Want to steal them?"
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