Psychological Trauma

A gentle breeze blew at the foot of Beast Mountain.

Though there was no sun in the sky, beast crystal cores littered the ground, glowing from within like a field of dazzling gems.

Most miraculous of all—

At the center of the crystal cores was an empty heart-shaped space. Zhang Weiguo and his daughter lay spread-eagled in the middle, their blissful expressions beyond words, as though they were in heaven.

Liu Di drew a small breath.

Could the system really be this loving?

No, he did not believe it.

This was the Brain Realm. Anything abnormal had to be suspicious.

Unmoved, Liu Di frowned in thought.

"Taiichiro!"

"Stop spacing out and come pick up the money!"

Zhang Weiguo shouted.

Striving Youth curled his lip. "I wouldn't care about such scattered bits of money. My ambitions are far greater."

He glanced at Liu Di, whose expression was grave. "Number Eight Sang, you haven't fallen for it, have you? Shall we enter the mountain?"

Suddenly—

Striving Youth slapped his forehead. "We can't neglect supplies!"

As he spoke—

He rushed into the field, repeatedly picking up larger crystal cores and stuffing them into his backpack.

Liu Di turned back to Cong Liang. "Guard this place and help Professor Zhang collect the crystal cores."

Cong Liang froze. "Big Brother, have you found a new target? I'm coming with you!"

Liu Di looked at Striving Youth as he ran over. "Taiichiro is enough."

"Him?"

"He looks weak as a chicken. Can he handle it?"

A trace of doubt appeared in Cong Liang's eyes.

Striving Youth glared, pulled a crystal core from his bag, and held it up to Liu Di's mouth. "Looking down on me? I'm a god-tier support!"

Liu Di took a deep breath, looked up at the dark, enormous Beast Mountain, and slowly