Chapter 780: Crazy Fun‑Lover

Each one is a prank meticulously designed by Aha, precisely magnifying a suppressed aspect of the character, turning the most dignified into the most insane, and the most gentle into the most perverse.

And for Sai Fei Er, these three tags: "Crazy Fun‑Lover".

Sai Fei Er was originally a scheming demigod, Weng Fa Luo Si's number‑one fun‑lover, famed among the Golden Descendants for not playing by the rules.

Placing this tag on her is no different than adding another bucket of water to a swimming pool.

"Curiosity doesn't kill the cat."

"Nine Lives."

Sai Fei Er is a cat.

Heimu lowered the finger from his chin and tapped the knee twice gently.

All three tags fit Sai Fei Er's character design flawlessly.

There is no sign of OOC, no malicious distortion, and even if the "Joy Tag" prefix were hidden, she would think it's a passive skill Sai Fei Er gave herself.

Is this Aha's favoritism?

After all, the original Sai Fei Er was indeed a Golden Descendant inclined toward fun, naturally more compatible with a joyful fate than others.

But when has Aha ever spoken reason?

That guy stuffed a bunch of perverse tags onto a group of serious characters, yet gave Sai Fei Er, who is already quite joyful, a pass?

She tilted her head further and looked at the system.

"What do you think?"

The system stood beside the sofa, its violet‑red inverted‑cross pupils reflecting Sai Fei Er's real‑time scan data on the Light Screen.

She raised her hand, tapped the small control panel before her a few times, and pulled up a dense comparative analysis report.

"Comprehensive assessment of Sai Fei Er's current data. Results: all three tags have produced no negative impact on her Cognition module. Behavioral deviation is zero. Logical consistency remains intact. Emotional fluctuation stays within normal baseline."

The system paused, its tuft flicked lightly, and added, "The Crazy Fun‑Lover tag raises the target's tolerance threshold for anomalous events and her own abilities by about twenty percent. The Curiosity‑doesn't‑kill‑the‑cat tag boosts intuitive reaction speed, enabling a passive warning when facing unknown traps. The Nine Lives tag grants an extra damage‑evade chance—low probability but present. All three tags are positive buffs with no known side effects. Recommendation: retain observation."

Heimu turned his head toward Xi Lian.

Xi Lian was pinching a piece of honey‑flower cake with two fingers, about to bite, when she sensed Heimu's gaze and quickly returned the cake to the plate, placed both hands neatly on her knees, and sat up straight.

"I think, as for Sai Fei Er, there should be no problem."

Xi Lian tilted her head, her pointed ears following, and a thoughtful glint flashed in her blue rhombus pupils, "Among the Golden Descendants, she is one of the least easily swayed by the outside world. Because her ability is tied to belief, whatever she believes becomes more real. So others may be spun around by the tags, but Sai Fei Er will probably just treat the tags as new toys."

She blinked, a faint smile lifting her mouth corner, "She might not even realize a tag was placed on her, but her behavior hasn't changed at all, because she's already a crazy fun‑lover, right?"

Heimu fell silent for a moment.

He tapped the knee twice again.

Then she leaned her back against the sofa again, pressed the brim of her hat down, covering most of her facial expression.

"First, retain observation. System, keep a close eye on Sai Fei Er's data; report any abnormal over‑reactions immediately."

She rose from the sofa, tugged the hat brim, and lightly patted Xi Lian's shoulder, "Let's go."

Xi Lian quickly returned the uneaten honey‑flower cake to the plate, stood up, smoothed her skirt, and followed behind her.

Heimu raised a hand, snapped his fingers, and the space before them tore open a violet‑black portal, its frame edged with steady dark‑purple light patterns.

Past World Paradise.

Xi Lian followed closely; the two vanished front and back into the portal's light patterns.

The door closed behind them, and the carriage fell silent again.

The system stood beside the sofa, and the Light Screen before it split in two.

On the left was Sai Fei Er's real‑time tracking: the cat‑ear girl walking along a riverside path, still talking to Dan Heng and Huo Huo behind her, her cat Tail swaying leisurely.

On the right was Qingque's battlefield monitor: inside the Golden Giant Tree's trunk lay chaos, a swarm of cyan Bubbles tearing at countless golden monsters.

The system raised the refresh rate of both data streams to maximum simultaneously.

Its violet‑red inverted‑cross pupils reflected two completely different scenes, expressionless.

Perspective shift.

Qingque's back slammed onto the surface of a massive Bubble, rebounding once, then again.

The Bubble, about five zhang in diameter, had cyan light patterns on its surface; her two impacts produced two concentric ripples that spread outward slowly.

She lay on the Bubble, panting for a while; half her body—from shoulder to hip—was shattered again.

This time the left side was broken, mirroring the right side broken previously.

The torn muscle fibers and bone fissures regenerated slowly within the cyan glow; the new tissue was tender, reddish, moist, its surface coated with a thin transparent slime.

She grew impatient, slapped the break with her right hand, and with a "pop" forced the regeneration speed to max.

Bones cracked and extended outward, muscle fibers woven layer by layer, skin rolled from the wound edge to seal.

Within a few breaths the half‑body healed; she flexed the new left arm, the five fingers alternately clenched and opened to confirm function, then propped herself up on the Bubble.

A golden slender vine sprouted from her clavicle, reaching the chin; its tip bore a five‑petaled flower, a tiny red eye set at the center, rotating outward.

Expressionless, she ripped the vine out at the root, pulling a short segment still tinged with golden sap, crushed it in her palm.

She lifted her head to look upward.

At the deepest part of the trunk she had repeatedly battered open, a sphere hung.

Entirely golden, its surface radiated a richer Abundance light than any part of the trunk, emitting concentric golden light waves outward.

Where the light waves passed, the sweet‑pungent scent in the air intensified severalfold, even pushing the Bubble swarm back a few steps.

Its size was roughly that of a three‑story pavilion, its shape so regular it seemed less a natural creation and more a meticulously polished sphere.

The sphere's surface was undergoing a slow, eerie change, bulging from smooth to uneven contours, as if something inside was pushing outward.

Qingque watched the deforming object, her emerald eyes narrowing slightly.

Found it.

She tunneled into the trunk inch by inch, searching for an unknown duration, finally pinpointing that this spot's Abundance density was at least two orders of magnitude higher than elsewhere.

The Bubbles cluster permeated and spread all the way, and the instant it touched the surface of this sphere, it was bounced back.

Core.