I'll also work hard to conquer the dungeon today.

Chapter 177 1.11 22 The Hall of Amnesia
On the enormous, luxurious palace bed, the young girl slowly opened her cool, silver eyes.

The sunlight streamed through the huge French windows, casting slanting rays onto the carpet inside. A gentle breeze stirred the off-white curtains, creating a warm and tranquil atmosphere.

There was complete silence all around; not a sound could be heard.

Her cool, silver eyes stared intently at her hands, and the next second she was embraced by a warm body.

The person held her tightly, even trembling slightly, as if afraid she would leave.

Mu Yegui turned to look at him, but could only see a head of extremely soft and beautiful misty white hair. That large hand gently stroked the back of her head, and she felt a cold liquid on her neck.

She moved her lips, unsure if she made a sound, but heard nothing.

A gentle knock sounded on the door.

"Come in," Xie Er said coldly, turning his back to the door as he released Mu Yegui.

"My lord, I've brought the clothes. Is it alright to put them on the table?" Gilwei glanced at Mu Yegui, frowned slightly, but said nothing. He put down the clothes and left.

Mu Yegui frowned slightly. Her mind was blank, devoid of any memories. Besides that, she couldn't hear any sounds, and she didn't know if she could speak, but she guessed it was probably impossible.

What exactly happened?

Does it have anything to do with the person in front of me?

Her cool, silver eyes were fixed on the man standing in front of the table with his back to her. His long, misty white hair was beautiful, almost glowing in the sunlight, and it must feel wonderful to touch.

Reaching out to lift the blanket, her gaze suddenly fell on a black book beside her pillow, her eyes filled with a hint of confusion.

I casually flipped it open, but it was blank. Yet, a series of words appeared in my mind.
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[22] Nightmare Book

Rank: Crown Prince

Introduction: The moment you sign the contract, your life becomes one with the book, sharing its life and death.

Passive: All items are nullified; any save data can be stored (unrestricted).

Active: Connected to the instance world, allowing you to create or modify instances at will.

Cooling time: none
Evaluation: The difference between dreams and illusions is probably just the difference between dreaming at night and dreaming during the day, so which one would you choose?
Owner: Mu Yegui
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Storage means storing physical objects, but what about recording?
Only the intangible can be recorded. This encompasses a lot of things, but it mainly refers to memories, scene reenactments, and other things.

Mu Yegui? Is that her name?
Is this her stuff?

But when did you acquire it?

Why is her mind blank and she has no memory of anything?
This introduction...

His cool, silver eyes darkened slightly, and Mu Yegui gripped the Nightmare Book tightly with both hands. The next second, it vanished into thin air.

A clear, melodious bird song drifted into her ears. It seemed she could hear again, but not from herself; rather, it was the Nightmare Book perceiving her. This book was like her other half, almost indistinguishable from her own being.

"What's your name?" Mu Yegui asked.

Sher paused slightly in his grip on the cane, turned to look at Mu Yegui, his beautiful face softening slightly as he said softly, "Sher Rand, just call me Sher."

"Xie Er?" Mu Yegui pursed her pink lips, a faint, almost imperceptible curve appearing at the corners of her mouth. "May I touch your hair?"

Sher paused for a moment, a hint of a smile flashing in his light golden eyes. He walked to the bedside, sat down, and gently placed Mu Yegui's hand on his hair.

"Of course, anytime..."

"Can I tie my hair up?" Mu Yegui asked. "Yes."

Mu Yegui opened his mouth, his expression showing a hint of surprise.

She rolled off the bed, walked to the dressing table, picked up a comb, and turned to Sher. "Sher, come here, let me comb your hair."

the other side.

"Why are you here again?" Shui Qi frowned as she looked at Dao Lin standing in front of the door.

“I don’t know why… I can’t help but worry about him…” Dao Lin said softly, looking down at his toes with his icy blue eyes as he stood in front of the door.

"Can't let go? Aren't you a purely rational person? How can you be swayed by emotions?" Shui Qi pouted, handed him a piece of bread, and didn't know how long she had been standing there without eating breakfast.

Daolin took the bread, took a bite, and replied, "It doesn't seem to matter. I'm just worried about him, but that doesn't mean I'll let that worry affect my judgment."

He wanted to understand what Lanlos meant; he wanted to know what Lanlos said in his last words; he wanted to know why Lanlos had become weak after he stopped using his abilities and hadn't woken up yet.

He is now filled with doubts, and if he doesn't understand, he fears it will create a knot in his heart.

"You've got dark circles under your eyes. You didn't stand all night, did you?" Shui Qi scratched her hair, annoyed. "Is it really necessary to do this for an NPC?"

"Has Shui Qi ever cared about anyone?" Dao Lin rubbed his sore eyes, his icy blue eyes fixed on Shui Qi as he asked.

"Someone you care about?" Shui Qi was slightly taken aback. "I don't think so. In my memory, there's only work and nothing else. The happiest time of the day is probably when I have some free time and make myself a cup of hot cocoa. Before I came here, I was working all year round. How could I have time to care about anyone?"

"You must have had a tough time being a tool." Dao Lin's lips twitched slightly.

What kind of life did this person live before? This is a perfect portrayal of a corporate slave.

Dao Lin sighed softly. He couldn't blame Shui Qi; he had probably gotten used to it. Shui Qi didn't let any personal feelings interfere with his work, so he habitually treated every day as if it were work.

But isn't he tired of doing this?
"Hmm?" Shui Qi blinked, looking at Dao Lin with a puzzled expression.

Dao Lin: "..." Okay, it's obvious that he's not tired at all and is even enjoying it.

"Although I don't know why, I want to find the answer I'm looking for from Lanlos. It seems that you all came into this world with your own memories, but I have nothing."

His icy blue eyes held a hint of emptiness; he desperately wanted to regain his lost memories to fill the void, something more important to Dao Lin than anything else.

"From Lanlos?" Shui Qi frowned slightly, turned her head to look at the tightly closed door, and asked.

"Hmm, I think Lanlos definitely knows something. His behavior was very unusual from the moment he first met me." Although Daolin couldn't quite remember what exactly happened, Lanlos's words when he collapsed yesterday were full of apology.

That's why he couldn't let go of Lanlos.

The door clicked open gently, and a doctor in a white coat stepped out, saying slowly, "The patient is awake."

Dao Lin was slightly taken aback, then quickly went inside.

"Hey!" Shui Qi called out, frowning.

The Crown Prince's props have appeared.

What Mu Yegui saw will be written later, before this instance ends.

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