Chapter 777: Too Ruthless

In the next half, she basically used all her strength to ensure she was smashed into pieces.

The corrosiveness of the void power was fiercer than she expected; each sword swipe left a silver‑white wound that required her to expend extra computational power to suppress.

When the fighting peaked, she briefly wondered whether she would become the first system administrator killed by the Extinction Great Lord in Data Space for her own trouble.

But now she is finally completely sober.

She is as clear‑headed as possible; not even gray junk remains in her mind, let alone yellow trash.

Fenfeng's sword's void chill washed her from the inside out, its effect comparable to being tossed into an icy river in the coldest winter for half an hour; all the evil fire was extinguished.

The cost is also straightforward: the corrosion scar on her side will take considerable time to fully disappear, the data inside her body was scattered by the void power, and her knees went weak when she stood.

Heimu stared at the silver‑white pattern on her side that was still slowly spreading, and her mouth twitched.

She lost a lady and a troop, tried to fight to vent and almost lost her life.

Aha, that move was too ruthless.

That guy probably already accounted for the Variable of her causing collateral effects.

From inserting a term into Golden Descendant, to Laigu Shi's shadow exploiting a loophole, then her head‑pat kill on XiaDie that drove her heart rate into arrhythmia, as well as Xi Lian's brain‑internal R‑rated barrage, and finally this pressure‑suppressing term that almost made her execute Xi Lian on the train, every step was executed with pinpoint precision.

From start to finish, they treated her as a Fun God for amusement.

Heimu silently made a note in their mind.

If there's a chance, they'll definitely slap that orange Mask.

She staggered to her feet.

Her boot slipped on the rubble, her knee bent and she almost sat back down; she quickly clenched the handle of the Magic Staff with her left hand to steady herself.

The faint dark‑purple glow in the crystal at the staff's tip was suddenly stimulated by the surge of magic she fed it, flashing brightly for an instant before dimming again.

She bent down, picked up the Witch Hat that had fallen onto a nearby piece of rubble, brushed off the dust and placed it back on her head.

The brim sat lower than usual, covering most of her disheveled face, leaving only her chin and tightly pressed lips exposed.

After standing straight, she raised her right hand and snapped her fingers.

The sound of her fingertips rubbing was crisp in the open ruins, and the space before her tore open with a purple‑black fissure.

The fissure quickly expanded into a door, its edges swirling with steady dark‑purple light patterns, and from the other side came the warm yellow light of the Starry Sky Train carriage.

Go back. Xi Lian is still waiting for her.

She retracted the Magic Staff's handle into her body, raised her hand to straighten the burnt, tattered collar, and tugged the brim to make sure the hat sat securely.

The instant she stepped through the teleportation gate, her boot landed on the threshold of the spatial fissure, and the shattered Data Space behind her slowly sealed.

After the final spatial fissure closed, the entire Data Space fell into utter silence, leaving only the scarred ground spread out silently under the dim yellow sky.

Heimu stepped out of the teleportation gate, her boot touching the floor of the Starry Sky Train carriage, producing a muffled thud.

The warm yellow lights in the carriage still glowed peacefully, while the Star Sea outside rotated slowly, its nebular cold light spilling through the windows and laying a veil of pale silver over the floor.

Everything was calm, as if the half‑hour she spent dueling Fenfeng in Data Space was merely an overly vivid hallucination.

Xi Lian sat on the sofa, her posture so upright it seemed glued to the back.

Both hands were neatly placed on her knees, ten fingers interlocked, the knuckles whitening slightly from the pressure.

Her pink short hair fell from her shoulders, the tips still holding the few strands that had been lifted when she had patted her head earlier.

Her blue rhombus‑shaped pupils stared off at a point on the coffee table, eyelashes fluttering lightly now and then, lips pursed slightly, and a lingering flush of crimson still clung to her cheeks.

The System stood on the other side of the sofa, the violet light specks on its body no longer drifting, and the cracks on its shell were mostly repaired.

Hearing the sound of the teleportation gate opening, she lifted her head, her violet‑red inverted‑cross pupils gazing calmly.

Xi Lian's gaze instantly focused on Heimu.

Those blue rhombus pupils constricted briefly, and she sprang up from the sofa.

"Madam!"

Her voice rose by half a tone, both hands clasped at her chest, fingertips tugging at the bow tie of her own collar, "Your—your clothes! Your face! What's that on your waist, what are those silver patterns! Who did you just fight? Are you injured? Does it hurt? Should I go call—"

She took two steps forward, stopped, then another step, her hands hovering in mid‑air unsure where to go, finally lingering a few inches in front of Heimu's body, wanting to touch but not daring, her elf‑like ears trembling anxiously, the tips reddened to the point of bleeding.

Heimu lowered their head to look at themselves.

Their outer robe hung in tatters, a large portion of the skirt scorched, the silver‑white corrosion scar on the side of the waist stubbornly clung to the skin, its edges faintly glowing coldly.

The palm print on the cheek had faded, but several smudges of ash marked the forehead and tip of the nose, and a few fragments of rubble from the Data Space were still lodged in the hair.

She raised her hand and lightly patted the back of Xi Lian's hand that hovered in mid‑air.

"It's fine. Superficial skin injury."

Her voice was hoarse, but her tone steady.

She snapped her fingers.

A violet‑black magical aura spread from her fingertips to her whole body, the holes stitched themselves, the charred lace reverted to clean matte black, the split boots reformed, and the rubble in her hair was expelled by an invisible force onto the sofa cushion.

The silver‑white corrosion scar on her side was once again covered beneath the fabric, invisible for now, yet the icy tingling of corrosion on the skin still lingered faintly.

She casually straightened the crooked brim, patting the non‑existent dust on the cuff.

Xi Lian stared blankly at the instantly restored Heimu, her lips moving several times, those blue rhombus pupils filled with confusion and lingering worry.

"What exactly happened? Your appearance just now..."

Heimu tugged the brim down, then fell silent for a beat.

Then a weary sigh rose from deep in the throat, and the shoulders dropped another half‑inch.

"A Fun God. Sigh."

She shook her head, the ash‑gray strands swaying lightly at her shoulders, her tone wrapped in thick resignation, "The one who stuffed the term into your model was that guy. When the term was cleaned, a collateral effect latched onto me. It deviated a bit from expectations, the deviation was just a little larger, I dealt with it, and then some extra complications arose."