A man among dragons, building a mysterious ancient church.

Chapter 218 Memories Shattered, Friga No. 3

Friga III? Who is that?
It's...me?!
Chen Motong was terrified. Her heart felt cold, as if a few hairs had suddenly touched her arm.

As any educated person knows, when people assign a number to something, it usually means that the thing is mass-produced or that it is a certain model in a certain series.

That's why Chen Motong was so afraid. She had always misunderstood that her father had cast a wide net and tried to artificially inoculate her as much as possible in order to pass on his excellent bloodline, which resulted in her being born.

Now the facts have shown her that it's not like that at all. It's even worse than artificial inoculation. She is very likely a clone.
The deep-seated dream reflects memories that have been altered and forgotten due to excessive fear.

In the dream, young Chen Motong was in that dark laboratory, her body bound by cold machinery, and her brain was pushed into water by a machine. All she felt was coldness and suffocation.

Suffocation from not being able to breathe any oxygen.

Just a second before she was about to choke on the water and suffocate, the precisely timed machine grabbed her head back up, and the loudspeaker in front of her once again broadcast an electronic voice asking her questions.

"The 17th execution is over. Friga III, answer me, what did you see!"

As a child, Chen Motong's face was whiter than snow in winter, his pupils were somewhat unfocused, and his mental state was close to collapse.

In this state, anyone who saw her would know that she was mentally unstable and almost incapable of answering questions. Before she could recover, she was once again ruthlessly pushed into the water by the machine.

It wasn't an interrogation; it was just the simplest form of torture.

As Chen Motong gazed into the depths of her subconscious dream, she couldn't help but hug herself. She was less than five years old back then!
"The 18th execution... Answer!"

"The 19th execution... Answer!"

"The 27th execution... Answer!"

Time and again, they forcibly pushed young Chen Motong's head into the icy water, causing him to suffocate. Each time they pulled him up, they only gave him two seconds to speak before continuing the torture.

They weren't even trying to get an answer; it was purely sadistic.

"!" In reality, Chen Motong suddenly opened his eyes and sat up. His pupils were now a golden yellow. The boiling dragon blood made him sweat profusely, soaking all his clothes from the inside out.

His red bangs were stuck to his fair forehead, making him look quite disheveled.

"Huff, huff!" Chen Motong felt alternating hot and cold sensations, as if he had caught a cold.

The heat comes from the boiling of dragon's blood, and the cold comes from the chill in one's heart!
No wonder, no wonder!
Chen Motong clenched her teeth and hugged herself tightly, using this small gesture to give herself a little warmth.

In fact, Chen Motong didn't tell anyone that when she was promoted to Sequence 7 psychologist, she had already done a psychological diagnosis on herself.

I realized that I had a certain lack of security.

At that time, Chen Motong didn't understand why she felt unsafe from a young age because of her father and the environment of the Chen family.

Only now, when she delved into her subconscious and dug into those long-forgotten memories, did she finally understand the truth.

Their quirky appearance, crazy personality, and lawless behavior are all just a protective shell!

Protect the frail little girl inside, who is terrified.

No wonder she lacked a sense of security, because subconsciously, Chen Motong knew that in the not-too-distant future, something very, very bad was waiting for her! There was no way to avoid it!

No wonder she was so delighted and trusted Huang Tiekou so much when he insulted Chen's father. Subconsciously, she felt that someone who dared to insult Chen's father like that could definitely help her!
What should we do? What exactly happened to her as a child? Why was she treated like this? It must be related to Chen's father!

Someone...someone can help her? She's so scared...

Yes, that's right! The church, the church!

Huang Tiekou guided her to join the old church!
If anyone can help her now, it must be the Old Church!
"A fool who does not belong to this era..." Chen Motong was more devout than ever before. He knelt on the bed, his left and right hands clenched tightly together until his fingers turned red.

As the three-part prayer of the revered name was recited, gray mist rose and a great being appeared. The moment Chen Motong saw the phantom of the Fool, his heart was completely at peace, and he was no longer afraid or terrified.

No one can harm her in the face of such a great being.

"Good morning, esteemed Mr. Fool, please allow me to offer you my sincerest greetings."

"???" Bao Lie opened her eyes groggily. No, is she sick?
To maintain the air of a fool and avoid being grumpy in the morning, he could only reply with a simple "Good morning." He thought to himself, "I should probably set up an auto-reply to avoid being disturbed while I'm sleeping."

Even with only this small reply, Chen Motong was no longer afraid.

As the phantom of the Fool faded and the gray mist dissipated, she had already embraced reason once more: "The church is here, Mr. Fool is here, and everyone is here."

"There's nothing to be afraid of, reassure them."

Using soothing techniques on himself to completely calm his mind and body, Chen Motong's golden eyes quietly extinguished, and the sweat slowly subsided. He decisively changed into clean clothes and lay down again.

This time, she's going to take a good look at her childhood memories and see exactly what kind of tricks someone has played on them!
Dream ability activated.

Once again, Chen Motong delved into the deepest recesses of her subconscious. This time, she saw things much more clearly. The childhood memories buried deep within her showed obvious signs of being altered.

There is a layer of superficial, obviously fabricated memory covering a pile of fragments, which are the real memories of childhood, only they have been forcibly shattered.

The footage of his childhood interrogation that I just glimpsed is just a large fragment.

Chen Motong could only sneer at what he saw.

Memories shattered to this state could only be achieved with the help of the legendary White King, who controls the spiritual elements, or the Black King, the progenitor of the dragon race.

Otherwise, among hybrids and dragons, there is no one who can help repair such fragmented memories.

But that only applies to dragons and hybrids; it won't stop a dream walker!
Faced with fragments of memories scattered like petals from a fairy's shower, Chen Motong was exceptionally patient, as if she were picking up her childhood self and carefully collecting each and every fragment of memory.

With each fragment touched, a piece of memory is restored.

"The effect is very good. The machine's domineering brainwashing, combined with the mental incantation to shatter her memories, makes it absolutely impossible for her to remember anything."

"Born to profile? Good, very good! No wonder this child was cloned using the Friga gene; he was born with such a talent!"

"With the Great Mantra Mandala, creating a layer of childhood memories for her is no problem. Hmph, a tool should act like a tool. How dare she resist!"

"The first execution is over. Answer us, Friga III: did you see the Black King's memories, or Friga's memories? Or did you see more?"

"No profile? Heh, then you can stay out here cold and hungry tonight. Remember, a tool without value is not worth maintaining."

The more she collected, the colder Chen Motong's expression became. To avoid losing control of her mind, Chen Motong had to return to reality from time to time and soothe herself.

She couldn't lose control, couldn't wallow in her memories and get into pointless anger; she had to stay clear-headed and rational.

And so, Chen Motong went back and forth between reality and dreams, diving down and then surfacing. While others would surface to breathe after diving, she would surface from her dreams to comfort herself.

Gradually, the fragmented memories were gathered together one by one, and finally, the complete memories of the clone were pieced together.

Frija No. 3 was the code name given to her after she was born. At that time, she had no surname and no given name.

Leaving aside his ignorant infancy, he never saw his so-called mother; he was only accompanied by his father and a group of researchers in white coats.

From that time on, he was forced to receive education and constantly learn about the Black King's knowledge and painting, studying from day to night, relying solely on nutrient solutions and stimulants to maintain his physiological needs.

They get less than two hours of sleep a day.

After finishing their studies each day, they were not allowed to rest. They had to listen to a half-hour recording of the Dragon Clan Black King's Word of Power, Emperor, and then use this recording to sketch and draw the scenes they saw.

Any hint of rebellion or resistance would result in hunger and cold, forcing the little girl to compromise and obey time and time again.

Back then, the happiest thing every month was having my blood drawn.

As long as two tubes of blood are drawn, one will become so weak that one will not need to study, paint, or listen to that terrifying and eerie recording.

There was no need to worry about her going hungry or freezing; Chen's father and the researchers would arrange for her to rest peacefully for the whole day.

"Phew!" Chen Motong returned to reality. She had to come back; she needed to give herself a few more "soothing" treatments, otherwise her blood vessels wouldn't be able to handle it. She was worried that her cerebral blood vessels would explode from the stress!

A blood test? That's hardly a happy thing!
Father Chen, the Chen family, you all deserve to die!
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