The Star Train's Journey Through the Heavens

Chapter 140 The Memoirs on the Train

"Let me do it, let me do it, I just learned swordsmanship," March 7 volunteered.

Since learning swordsmanship and acquiring a new weapon, aside from dealing with the Taotie warriors and defeating them in one move, March 7th hasn't had a proper battle yet, and he's been itching to fight.

Meng Huaifeng glanced at San Yueqi. He had already tried out the new weapon and found it to be very useful, so it was time for San Yueqi to experience it as well.

“You defeated opponent, you should defeat March before challenging me,” Meng Huaifeng said, arms crossed.

Yan chuckled, somewhat annoyed: "Kid, you only beat your sister once, why are you so arrogant? Little sister Sanyue, you've seen my strength before, are you sure you want to fight me?"

"I'm sure, don't worry, Sister Yan, I'll hold back a bit." March 7th said this with good intentions, but it was the truth that made Yan furious.

Yan Ke hadn't forgotten what Walter had told her about the ages of the group. On the surface, Meng Huaifeng was the oldest, and San Yueqi's memories were less than ten years old.

Then look at the little girl, so clumsy and delicate.

It's a newly learned swordsmanship, and his skill level doesn't seem particularly high.

Are you holding back? Aren't you underestimating the power of the known universe?

This time, I'm going to show the train crew what's what and restore face to the known universe!
"No need to hold back!" Yanhao said angrily, then looked at Meng Huaifeng with a hostile gaze and said, "After we beat Sister Sanyue, we'll teach you a lesson, you arrogant brat."

Meng Huaifeng shrugged. "That's probably hopeless. Do you know I'm the worst one among us?"

Soon, the group reappeared on the far side of the moon.

As usual, use the Eye of Insight first.

On March 7th, he suddenly felt like he had been seen naked and instinctively became wary.

The instinctive resistance of the mind interfered with the Eye of Insight's reading, but some information was still obtained.

The stronger one's physical strength, the stronger one's mental fortitude, and thus possess a certain degree of defensive capability, though not as strong or comprehensive as a defense capability developed through specialized research.

"March 7th, the frozen girl drifting in space... Hmm? What just happened? Right, I'm going to spar with March." Yan suddenly seemed a little dazed, looking blankly at the train crew and the surrounding environment.

"Sister Yan, are you ready? I'm about to make my move." March 7th drew her sword and asked politely.

"Go ahead and make your move," Yan said confidently, immediately activating his Eye of Insight.

The feeling of being seen naked came back to her, and March 7th, feeling somewhat embarrassed and annoyed, swung a cold sword aura at Yan, then rushed after him.

Yan flapped his wings to dodge, saying, "March 7th, the frozen girl drifting in space... Hmm?"

"Why are you saying it again?" March 7 asked curiously.

Suddenly, he noticed that Yan's figure had paused. Seizing the opportunity, March 7th cleaved Yan from the air with a single sword strike.

"Ah! Sister Yan, are you alright? I didn't expect you to be so unprepared and not even try to dodge." March 7th landed beside Yan in a flustered manner and asked with concern.

Yan's armor was ripped open in a large section. If San Yueqi hadn't noticed something was wrong and stopped immediately, this sword strike would have definitely split Yan in two!
"Hey, Sister March, it's just a friendly spar, there's no need for a sneak attack, is there?" Yan said, somewhat speechless.

"A sneak attack? Who? Me?" March 7th asked, completely bewildered.

“That’s right, we haven’t even started yet. But your sneak attack is really impressive; I didn’t even notice. Or is this your fighting style?” Yan praised.

"Wait, wait! I didn't launch a sneak attack! And we've already started!" March 7 hurriedly explained.

"How could that be?" Yan said, looking incredulous.

"I really didn't sneak attack!" March 7 was almost frantic. How could such a lively and cheerful girl like her possibly be so despicable as to sneak attack?
You can't slander someone like that!
Sister Yan is such an angel! I misjudged you on March 7th!

Yan frowned; something seemed amiss.

Yan Link Angel Network: "Check my memory for any anomalies!"

"Checking memories. Check complete. Angel Yan, you have lost two memory segments totaling thirty-one seconds, which cannot be recovered. In addition, you have lost your memory of the Eye of Insight."

"The Eye of Insight... what is it?" Yan asked, puzzled.

The information about the Eye of Insight was resent to Yan's database.

After reading the information from the Eye of Insight, Yan's face turned extremely ugly. He never expected that he would forget the technology he had used for thousands of years.

Fortunately, I only forgot the concept of the Eye of Insight; I didn't lose any experience in using it.

"March, what just happened? Tell me?" Yan asked with a grim expression.

"Nothing happened. Oh right, you mentioned March 7th twice, the frozen girl drifting in space... Hmm?" March 7th was a little confused.

"Twice?" Yan frowned. Angel Network had also told her that she had lost two segments of her memory, so her memories had been deleted twice?

"What exactly happened? Why did I inexplicably lose two sets of memories? Do you have the technological means to modify memories, March?" Yan asked.

"I...I didn't. I didn't do anything," March 7th said helplessly.

“Losing memories? I roughly know what happened. March’s background is mysterious, and her past and memories are hidden and protected by the Flowing Light Memory Court. Your attempt to read March’s information must have been done by someone who remembers her…” Meng Huaifeng suddenly paused.

Rememberers! Rememberers! Rememberers!
What the hell!

Have I forgotten something too?!

"Ugh, I noticed that again. It's so annoying. I hate technology, especially internet connectivity and memory archiving."

A helpless female voice suddenly rang in Meng Huaifeng's ears.

Countless messages were sent out from Meng Huaifeng's phone in an instant.

"How's it going?" Yan urged.

Seeing Meng Huaifeng's suddenly changing expression, Sanyueqi asked with concern, "Huaifeng, what's wrong?"

Everyone was momentarily dazed, just like Yan had been before, except for Walter, who frowned slightly, as if sensing something was amiss.

"Didn't you want to spar? Let's get started." Meng Huaifeng looked at San Yueqi and Yan, who were surrounding him, with a strange expression.

"Oh, oh." The two realized what was happening.

"Sister Yan, there's a crack in your armor," March 7th reminded her.

"This is the armor I wore in the previous battle; I haven't had time to repair it yet. I wore the wrong one; I'll change into a different set." Yan used micro-wormhole teleportation technology to instantly change her clothes.

March 7th and Yan fought together. As she had said before, March 7th held back in terms of speed and power, but she unleashed her still somewhat rusty swordsmanship to the fullest.

Yan's swordsmanship was much stronger than San Yueqi's, but her physical strength was far inferior, and her attacks were firmly blocked by the Six-Phase Ice Shield.

It seems as if nothing had happened before.

"Ding dong."

Meng Huaifeng's phone received an unknown message.

"Train, Memory Registrar, Memory Modifier!"

Meng Huaifeng was slightly taken aback. After receiving the reminder, the forgotten memories flooded back into his mind.

"You're good at manipulating memories, but online information isn't your forte. You might have some means to modify my phone or block messages, but you shouldn't be able to instantly rewrite every computer on the planet for which I've added alerts." "I've already set up a random computer to send me an alert every so often. Even if you temporarily block them, I'll find out when my phone isn't receiving any messages. You can defend yourself temporarily, but you can't defend yourself forever."

"Huaifeng, what are you talking about?" Xing asked curiously, and Walter also turned his head slightly.

Meng Huaifeng seemed slightly dazed and said, "It's nothing."

An invisible and intangible figure frantically traversed the Blue Star network.

"Ding dong."

Meng Huaifeng's phone received a location notification.

"Train, Memory Registrar, Memory Modification! Version 2."

Memories surfaced in my mind.

"After receiving the prompt, I can remember everything completely, as if I had just temporarily forgotten about it. Why wasn't my memory completely deleted or modified? Is it impossible? It seems that the broken system is still somewhat useful. Oh, perhaps it shouldn't be called a broken system anymore."

Sensing the disappearing computer anchor points transmitted by his phone, Meng Huaifeng tilted his head.

"What are you doing? Erasing my backup plan? Since you can't completely erase my memories, don't waste your time. I will update and reset every once in a while, and they will reappear in the computer you erased."

The one who remembered seemed somewhat unwilling, and once again asked Meng Huaifeng to temporarily ignore matters related to the one who remembered.

Walter seemed to be deep in thought, and closed his eyes.

This time, the interval was rather long before Meng Huaifeng received the message again.

"Train, Memory Registrar, Memory Modification! Version 3."

"This is the third time. You Memory Collectors, though you gather memories, are essentially brainless. Oh, sorry, you really don't have real brains. I shouldn't have doubted you. If you've been on the train, you should remember that with my blessing, your cell phones and computers can communicate in various ways, including destiny."

"You can find a connected computer by following the network cable, but can you find an unconnected device by following optical signals, dark communications, or even by following its location?" Meng Huaifeng became somewhat annoyed.

"Huaifeng, what's wrong with you?" Xing asked worriedly.

“I… nothing happened, why are you asking that, Ah Xing?” Meng Huaifeng paused.

"...Version 4."

"...Version 5."

"...Version 6."

"..."

"...Version 15."

Meng Huaifeng understood somewhat; she wanted to wear him down until he gave up investigating her existence.

"dream!"

"...Version 19."

"...Version 25."

"...Version 36."

Walter, who had been resting with his eyes closed, suddenly opened them. A strangely shaped pair of glasses appeared before him, and a pair of technologically advanced gloves were constructed.

"Crack!"

Walter reached out towards Meng Huaifeng, his glove shimmering with brilliant silver light, and pulled out a phantom figure wearing a white hood.

"How...how is this possible?" the person who remembered said in disbelief.

"Uncle Yang is awesome!" Meng Huaifeng exclaimed in surprise. He thought he would have to keep fighting with this Memory Master forever.

“It is indeed difficult to see and capture you Memory Receivers without special means, but unfortunately, our next stop is Pinocchio.” Walter pushed up his glasses.

“Pinocone’s memory is very abundant, so we specifically looked into memory, including how to touch it. These gloves are a technological creation that allows us to touch memory,” Walter said.

He had only briefly learned about it before, and had some memory of it, but hadn't analyzed its structure in depth, which is why he only took action now.

"This technological creation can only touch memory matter, so how can it grab me?" the memory-bearer asked, puzzled.

"Brains are a good thing, it's a pity you've abandoned them," Meng Huaifeng mocked, he was quite angry.

“This is not a purely technological creation; it was made using my abilities. I can enhance its effectiveness with my abilities, although the efficiency is not high,” Walter explained.

Fortunately, he explored several new worlds, which allowed him to go further on his path of exploration. Otherwise, relying solely on technological products that could barely touch the essence of memories to capture memory users would probably have been difficult even if he had given it his all.

It seems we need to have Himeko collect or research devices that are more effective against memory-type beings, so that we won't have to go to so much trouble dealing with memory-type beings next time.

“Well, I’ve seen her a few times on the train,” Xing suddenly said.

March 7th and Yan had already finished their battle, and Yan said somewhat discontentedly, "Why didn't you tell us you'd seen her before?"

"I told you right away, but you'll forget it soon. I gave up after repeating it a few times," Xing said innocently.

"Huaifeng is still the most reliable."

"I don't know if there are any other Memory Beings on the train. This is a serious matter. Let's go back to the train first." Walter created a restraint device to throw the Memory Beings into the space. Anyway, Memory Beings can't die inside.

"Sister Yan, we have some things to take care of, so we won't be with you. We'll be leaving now," Meng Huaifeng said to Yan, who was still somewhat bewildered.

"Okay, you can go ahead." Yan nodded.

"By the way, I suggest you check your memory again," Meng Huaifeng reminded him.

Somewhat puzzled, Yan connected with the Angel Network and issued a command to check his memories.

"Angel Yan has lost three segments of memory, totaling one minute and twenty seconds, which cannot be recovered. She has also lost the concept of the Eye of Insight. This is the second time she has lost the concept of the Eye of Insight. It is recommended that you contact Angel Queen Keisha."

Yan's expression changed drastically. What was going on? Had he forgotten so many things? And this was the second time!

Yan dared not be careless and immediately contacted Keisha to report what she remembered about what had happened that day.

The train crew has already returned to the train using boundary anchoring.

The train crew's ability to explore new worlds is growing stronger, but the memory-keepers on board are also gaining precious memories and becoming stronger as well, otherwise they would have been exposed long ago.

Walter looked wary. If he wasn't on guard, the Memory Master might be able to tamper with his memories, but if he was on guard, it would be virtually impossible.

Unless a stronger Memory Provider intervenes.

"Walter, why did you suddenly return to the train?" Himeko asked in surprise.

“I have something very important to say. Let’s gather everyone in the observation car,” Walter said solemnly.

"Should I avoid this?" the angel asked hesitantly.

Himeko looked at Welt, who pondered for a moment and said, "No need to avoid it."

(End of this chapter)