Ninth class citizen

Chapter 278 Amnesia
The chubby boy paused for a moment, then casually drew a compressed pattern. After examining it closely, he revealed an expression of fascination: "Wonderful, absolutely wonderful!"

His eyes grew brighter and his voice rose higher: "The main body is a fourth-order fire wall, surrounded by two basic patterns: stability and enhancement, which are then compressed. The power of the fire wall is forcibly squeezed into a small sphere, so with the slightest collision, its power will be several times greater than before. It's simply a genius idea!"

He excitedly filled in the gaps in the design with a few strokes, his mind racing, muttering to himself:
"In that case, the previously planned carrier won't work. How about switching to fourth-tier Blue Jade Flowing Gold? Its melting point is only 30,000 degrees Celsius, and the temperature of the compressed firewall might exceed 100,000 degrees Celsius for algae-based silicon crystal? That should be feasible."

“My suggestion is Garbi Fire Beehive,” Nan Rong interjected. “Algae-based silicon crystals are easily carbonized at critical temperatures, and their lifespan will not exceed six months. Garbi Fire Beehive is different.”

"Let me think about it." The chubby boy slapped his forehead. "The melting point of the Galbi Firebee House is 300,000 degrees Celsius. The only problem is its rarity; it's only produced in the Chaotic Starfield, which is why it's so expensive."

"Wait a minute!" He suddenly looked up. "Isn't this the Chaotic Starfield? It's the place of origin. Let me investigate."

He quickly brought up another virtual screen, performed some operations on it, and found that the purchase price of the Galbi Firebee House was 30% cheaper than the algae-based silicon crystal panels produced by the Kungu Empire.

Nan Rong glanced at the purchase price list and understood that this was a privilege granted to component masters like the little fat man by the arena. He could directly connect to the Chaotic Star Network, while she could not.

"Actually, it's not impossible." Jelly Dumpling's figure appeared in her field of vision for a moment, and then disappeared, leaving her with only half a sentence.

After that, no matter how much Nan Rong pressed her for answers, she refused to speak again.

Clearly, it was that big devil's doing again.

Nan Rong realized that he probably couldn't stand seeing her doing well, which was why he sealed off most of the jelly dumpling's abilities, even preventing it from connecting to the outside world.

This kind of scoundrel with a dark mind dares to be a teacher and even become the dean of some academy, which means that the academy is probably just a makeshift, shoddy institution, not even as good as Xiluoxinghua.

If they weren't forced into it, who would want to become a student?

Nan Rong cursed inwardly again before feeling a little better.

Unbeknownst to her, as Tian Li was selecting campaign proposals in the capital of the Delin Federation, a barely perceptible glint of cold light flashed in his starry eyes once again.

"Uh, I knew it." The chubby boy plopped back into his armchair, clutching his head in his hands. "When will my memories come back? Why do they feel more and more confused!"

"Master Du Tian has lost his memory?" Nan Rong keenly grasped the key point: "What exactly happened? Can you tell me?"

The chubby boy looked at her with a worried expression. But because of her previous advice, he had no intention of making her leave.

"If only I could remember, I only remember waking up one day and finding myself here."

Nan Rong listened for a while and roughly understood the situation.

Du Song has no memory of his past and is unaware that he comes from the Kungu Empire and is the last disciple of Master Yuwen.

His memories begin at the Blackthorn Arena. Steward Wu said his name was Tian Xuan, and he was hired as a master craftsman for the arena's components, but lost his memory due to an accidental fall.

He was also shown an employment agreement with his signature and fingerprints, for a term of twenty years. Although he had lost other memories, he still had most of his knowledge about building components. However, he was somewhat confused about the materials and prices from different places of origin. He always felt that the materials from the original Kungu Empire were the cheapest, while those from other places were relatively expensive.

"Have you ever considered that you might actually be a member of the Kungu Empire?" Nan Rong asked.

“I’m not stupid, how could I not have thought about it?” The chubby boy shook his head: “I’ve met quite a few gladiators from the Kungu Empire, and their accents are very similar to mine, but unfortunately they don’t know my origins.”

Nan Rong's gaze swept around the room, spotting a dozen or so inconspicuous surveillance devices. Perhaps there were even more hidden ones, but that didn't matter.

"Tuanzi," she called tentatively again.

This time, the jelly dumpling responded immediately and perfectly understood and carried out her wishes.

The shop's door slid shut silently.

"Master, all surveillance has been cut off, and the signal has been simulated as the two of you discussing the component design. As for the soundproofing, you can rest assured."

"Well done." After praising it, Nan Rong looked at the chubby boy and said seriously, "I recognize you. Your name is Du Song, and you are the last disciple of Master Yuwen of the Kungu Empire."

The latter looked up in astonishment: "You mean Master Yuwen? The only eighth-order component master in the world today?"

“It’s him.” Nan Rong nodded. “He has taken in seven disciples in total. The first six have already become famous, but you are the only one who has not yet graduated. However, Master Yuwen believes that you are the most talented and the one most capable of inheriting his mantle.”

"But I have absolutely no recollection of this." The chubby boy slapped his head in frustration. "And how do you know all this? Judging from your accent, you're not from the Kungu Empire!"

“We used to be very good friends,” Nan Rong said with a smile. “So I know a lot about you.”

"For example, your favorite food is a soft-boiled egg fried to medium-rare, topped with a sauce made from fermented black beans and salt; your least favorite food is fish, not only because it tastes fishy, ​​but also because you once choked on a fish bone when you were a child and almost died."

“No wonder.” The chubby boy scratched his head. “Although I don’t remember ever getting a fishbone stuck in my throat, I do have an extreme aversion to fish and have no desire to eat it at all.”

"Anything else?" he urged. "Tell me a few more things, and maybe I'll be able to regain my memory soon."

"Didn't the arena help you treat your amnesia?" Nan Rong asked.

"Yes, they used gene repair agents on me and regularly tested my body, but there were no problems."

“Master, they’re lying.” Jelly Dumpling popped up at the right moment: “Du Song has residual blood clots in his brain, which are affecting his memory recovery. I also checked the AI ​​records of the Blackthorn Arena, and the test results were the same.”

“A general-purpose gene repair agent of grade F can solve this problem, but there is no trace of such an agent in Dusson’s body.”

Therefore, Steward Wu should be an acquaintance regarding the matter of juniper.

However, Nan Rong couldn't immediately use the gene repair agent on the chubby boy. The two weren't familiar enough yet, and once his memories returned, the claim that they were "good friends" would immediately crumble.