Fang Yuan appraised the purplish-black clown from head to toe. The clown appeared to be over two meters tall, wearing a mask painted with a purplish-black heart. Magically, this mask shifted in accordance with the facial expressions underneath.
【Divine Creation: Puppet-Faced Clown】
【Physical Characteristics: Puppet-Faced Clowns stand 2.3–3.1 meters tall, slender with distinct joints. When stationary, they sway slightly like marionettes. Their skin is a matte white, and their mask is a second layer of skin growing directly from the surface of the skull, manifesting fixed patterns unique to each clown's personality. Their ten fingers are sharp claws capable of slicing through hard objects like tofu.】
【Puppet-Faced Clowns love performing. Remaining silent is a mark of respect toward their performances. Please do not make any noise during a clown's show, as doing so will enrage them—and no one wants to suffer a clown's wrath.】
【Puppet-Faced Clowns have no gender. Please refrain from addressing them as sir or miss, as it is considered disrespectful.】
【Puppet-Faced Clowns only speak to people outside of performances; in all other states, they remain completely silent.】
【Puppet-Faced Clowns like to randomly select an audience member during performances to assist in their act. A perfect performance requires audience cooperation.】
【Puppet-Faced Clowns dislike strong emotional reactions. Excessive emotional resonance may result in body parts being permanently left behind at the circus.】
After locating the information about Puppet-Faced Clowns in her mind, Fang Yuan's expression remained unchanged. She watched as the clown finished bowing, lifted the back of her hand, and placed a bone-chillingly cold kiss upon it.
Perhaps it could be considered a kiss.
At the moment of contact, it felt as though she were tightly grasping a rose; dense, tiny thorns grazed across the back of her hand without the pain of cutting through skin.
It straightened its head, narrowing the purplish-black heart shapes into thin slits. Its body quivered slightly with excitement, as if thrilled to finally welcome an audience member, the tremors transferring down their interlocked fingers and into Fang Yuan's hand.
It maintained eye level with Fang Yuan, seemingly fascinated by this audience member's reaction.
Fang Yuan withdrew her hand and blew a kiss straight into its gaze. “My return gift. See you tonight.”
She turned around and walked off in the direction of the Sunset Post Office without looking back.
The purplish-black clown gave another crooked bow toward Fang Yuan's retreating back, then turned its head to face the two employees behind it.
“You may clock off early today. At three in the afternoon, go find Taohua to collect your pay for the day.”
The tan bear mascot and the pink rabbit mascot nodded their heads. The pink rabbit mascot, Liang Du, offered his usual bootlicking comment: “We're just riding on your coattails, Boss. If you hadn't been here today, that audience member might not have decided to come at all.”
Liang Du understood Fang Yuan.
A mandatory performance flyer alone wasn't enough to spark her interest.
Her interests came suddenly and faded just as quickly.
It was as if nothing in this world could force her to do anything, and whatever she was willing to do was strictly because she was interested in it.
How could someone like her win the favor of three deities?
Why did she deserve a Divine Expectation Value of 3%?
Liang Du didn't understand, nor did he care to.
If he could just kill Fang Yuan, wouldn't that prove to the gods that he was far more valuable, capable, and worthy of favor than she was?
Even if he couldn't kill Fang Yuan, he would still get his hands on an entry pass before she did, proving he was superior to her by more than just a margin!
Yet over the past two days, Liang Du had come up empty-handed. Yesterday, when he and He Suoqi went to the general store to buy lodging, they had specifically asked the long-nosed shopkeeper for clues regarding the entry pass.
However, after scotching one gold coin from each of them, that long-nosed shopkeeper simply dropped the line—‘The entry pass has not yet appeared. Please wait patiently.’
Two gold coins spent on a completely useless clue! Black-hearted merchant!!
The two watched as the purplish-black clown returned inside the circus. The tan bear mascot, He Suoqi, adjusted his headpiece. “Will she suffer... inside the circus?”
Fang Yuan's resurrection 【Blessing】 was absurdly broken. Even if she truly lost her life inside the circus, she could still revive completely intact.
“Find a way for me... to touch her. I want to create... her counterfeit.”
【God of Deception Candidate】: He Suoqi
【Nickname】: Yanyu Ren Suoqi
【Blessing】: 【Why Can't a Counterfeit Be Genuine】
【Why Can't a Counterfeit Be Genuine】: A protection granted by the God of Deception. As long as a counterfeit is real enough, it becomes genuine.
When you see the true appearance of an object and touch it, the great deception enables you to create an identical counterfeit. Naturally, the same applies to people. However, you cannot obtain any items belonging to the counterfeit from it. Deception will protect the counterfeit from being seen through by any Divine Relic. Counterfeit duration: 4 hours. Maximum active counterfeits: 5.
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Fang Yuan wound her way past several crowded streets before arriving back outside the Sunset Post Office.
Since Liang Du had widely publicized her situation, there would undoubtedly be many divine Candidates wanting to seek her out and test her.
However, she had no interest in killing anyone right now—she just wanted to go to work.
Fang Yuan pushed open the door to the Sunset Post Office, looking up to greet the various Dandelion Spirits fluttering about inside: “Good morning! I'm your new colleague, Hammer Star! Hello, everyone!”
The Dandelion Spirits who had been floating around chatting were all drawn by her loud voice. A Dandelion Spirit about the same size as Tuantuo, but with two little pigtails on her head, zoomed over to land right in front of her.
“Ah, I know you! Tuantuo told me about you! She said you aren't like the villain tag over your head at all—you aren't bad, you're a good person, and you even helped Tuantuo! Hello, Little Sister Hammer Star! I'm Tuanliu.”
Fang Yuan extended a pinky finger to shake Tuanliu's hand. Seeing one of their kind willing to talk to her, the other Dandelion Spirits gathered around Fang Yuan in curiosity, fluttering about.
“Wow, your hair is so long! I want long hair too, but if it gets too long, it catches on trees while flying, which makes delivering mail really hard.”
“Yay, you have one of our tribe's fluff balls! It's an extra-extra-large fluff ball!”
“Little Sister Hammer Star, do you know how to braid hair? I want a pretty French braid, but none of us know how.”
“Little Sister Hammer Star, you're so big! Does that mean you can deliver lots of letters in a day? Then we won't be sad about running out of time anymore.”
“Little Sister Hammer Star, do you have a map of Ryder Town? Will you get lost on your first delivery?”
“If only we could grow as big as you! Then everyone's dreams would be delivered on time, and everyone would have bright, positive dreams.”
They chattered all at once, covering Fang Yuan's head, shoulders, and arms with tiny spirits clutching fluff balls. From a distance, it looked almost as if fuzzy balls had sprouted all over her.
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