Just then, the system notification sounded like heavenly music.
[Ding!]
[Detected Host actively canceling transformation. Experience duration: 10 minutes and 32 seconds.]
[Remaining duration: 23 hours and 49 minutes.]
[Behavior analysis module activated... Judging...]
[Analysis results: Initial mastery of basic Anemo element applications, proficient use of the Elemental Skill 'Skyward Sonnet,' actively avoided testing behaviors that might cause large-scale destruction, did not engage in bardic activities such as playing instruments or singing, spent most of the time feeling the power and... observing the transformation effect in the mirror.]
[Compatibility assessment module activated...]
[Assessment results: The Host has achieved a high level of resonance with Barbatos in the core spirits of'slacking off' and 'not doing anything serious.']
[Compatibility determined: MAX!]
[Congratulations to the Host for obtaining a permanent buff: Blessing of the Anemo Archon.]
[Effect: Casting speed permanently increased by 20%, movement speed permanently increased by 10%.]
Celeste's eyes lit up.
What a windfall!
For a class like Priest that relies on casting bars, what did a 20% increase in casting speed mean?
It meant that on the ever-changing battlefield, her Healing Holy Light would always be one step faster than the Reaper's scythe.
It meant her shields could always be precisely in place tenths of a second before a fatal attack landed.
This was a golden attribute capable of reversing life and death!
Not to mention that 10% movement speed, which gave a short-legged Priest the capital to kite opponents, causing her survivability to skyrocket geometrically!
However, the system's notifications weren't over yet.
[Based on MAX compatibility, an extra resonance reward has been triggered.]
[Reward issued: Passive Skill—[Overtones] (Unique).]
"Hmm? There's more?"
Celeste's heart skipped a beat, and an ominous premonition crept up her spine.
Generally speaking, skills with the "Unique" tag were very strong, but considering this Euphoria System's track record...
She held her breath and, with slightly trembling fingertips, clicked open the skill description.
[Passive Skill: Overtones (Unique)]
[Description: When the BGM starts, the stage spotlight shines only for you.]
[Effect: When the Host uses any class skill, there is a 5% chance to trigger this passive. Upon triggering, a BGM etched into your DNA will play randomly, forcing the Host into a 'Conceptual Transformation,' changing into a character image corresponding to or related to the BGM. The transformation lasts for 1 minute and can be manually canceled after 10 seconds. During the transformation, the Host will receive partial attribute bonuses and personality traits of the corresponding character.]
[Note: In my BGM, no one can defeat me!]
The color drained from Celeste's face in an instant.
She chewed over this description word by word, three times over.
She knew every word, but put together, they formed a picture of hell.
Several incredibly specific scenes, comparable to terrorist attacks, exploded uncontrollably in her mind.
...
Scene One:
The college entrance exam arena, broadcast city-wide, under the gaze of thousands.
With a solemn expression, she raised her staff, preparing to seal the victory with a [Smite].
Suddenly, the arena speakers played the ethereal and distant melody of "Liyue"...
With a "bang," her priest robe turned into a black and red Wangsheng Funeral Parlor ritual uniform, and the pink staff in her hand inexplicably turned into a Suona.
Then she was forced to blow the Suona while chasing her opponent, asking: "Big Hilichurl is sick, Second Hilichurl looks... Care to learn about our funeral services? Half price for the second tombstone!"
...
Scene Two:
In a Domain points match, a teammate fell heavily injured, crying out in despair.
She dashed forward, holy light condensing in her palm, ready to release a life-saving [Flash Heal].
Suddenly, a march filled with childlike innocence and an aura of destruction, "True Crimson Knight, Off We Go!", echoed through the skies.
Before her teammate's despairing eyes, she turned into a... giant loli carrying a small red backpack with a Dodoco plushie hanging from it?
The originally gentle Healing Spell turned into a bouncing bomb.
She even had to use the most innocent, childish voice to shout that terrifying line: "Da da da! Everything can be blown up!"
Seeing that Jumpy Dumpty flying toward their chest, her teammate would probably choose to commit suicide immediately to die with a bit more dignity.
Under the influence of the "Personality Imprint," she might even look down at her rather ample chest in front of everyone and complain in a childish voice:
"The bigger the'shield', the meaner the Great Dodoco King is!"
...
"No... no, no, no..."
Celeste shook her head violently, as if trying to fling these images out of her mind, but cold sweat had already soaked her back.
Once the floodgates of thought were opened, the devil reveled in the details.
What if she randomly got that overtime-working secretary who wore black silk bodysuits and constantly shouted about balancing work and life?
Or what if she randomly got a certain purple-haired, purple-clothed Ke-miao-miao?
Wearing purple clothes with a cat-ear hairstyle, her long legs wrapped in black silk, she'd be using her staff as a sword, shouting "Speed of light, cut the beef offal!" while spamming basic attacks.
Social death.
This wasn't just social death anymore.
This was being dragged out for a public post-mortem lashing after social death!
"System, this passive... can it be uninstalled?"
Celeste clutched her hair, her voice trembling. "I just want to be a capable Priest in peace! I don't want to be a performance artist!"
[Command unrecognized.]
[Friendly Reminder: The trigger probability is only 5%. Please have faith in your luck, Host.]
"Like hell I'll believe you!"
Celeste collapsed weakly onto the bed, staring at the ceiling with hollow eyes.
A 5% probability didn't sound high.
But in a high-intensity battle, releasing twenty or thirty skills was commonplace.
This meant that in almost every tough fight, she would have to play a game of Russian Roulette, betting on whether the bullet named "Public Execution" would be chambered.
"It's over."
She could already see the eyes of the referees and opponents in the arena—a mix of horror, confusion, and the look one gives a psychopath.
The room was deathly silent.
After an unknown amount of time, Celeste rolled over and lay on her side.
Her hollow eyes gradually regained focus.
A hint of madness, a hint of determination, and a hint of'screw it' ruthlessness slowly ignited in the depths of her eyes.
Heh."
She let out a low chuckle.
"Anyway, as long as I knock all my opponents down, no one will dare laugh at my BGM."
"As long as I'm strong enough, this will be a 'powerhouse's quirk' instead of 'perverted performance art'."
"Bring it on."
A morbid smile, a mix of anticipation and self-abandonment, curled at the corners of Celeste's mouth.
"I want to see."
"When the time comes, who exactly will be the first to break down."