Transform into a human

Most of the elves were unwilling to abandon their homeland, and they kept a close eye on Yue Lai's every move.

Fortunately, this time the regression was different again; the conclusions reached during the previous reincarnation appeared directly in the book—

Rancho Odysseus secretly joined the Lost Hearts Society.

Yue Lai was certain in his heart.

"Your Excellency the Grand Library, you once said that your authority is 'memory'."

"It is quasi-authority."

"Alright, quasi-authority," Yue Lai nodded slightly, "The library preserves people's memories, so you must also have the ability to give back those memories to the readers."

"Congratulations, you guessed right."

Yue Lai solemnly closed "Helena's Detective Stories" and reluctantly placed it on the bookshelf.

"Now, I would like to donate a book to the Grand Library, and I hope you will accept it."

"As a donor, I have one request: make the contents public, because knowledge knows no borders."

The Great Library let out a relieved laugh; Yue Lai had indeed understood its meaning!

How could there be any logic in expecting donors to pay money in return? At least in reputable libraries that follow the rules, giving always implies receiving something in return; donors pay money and receive ownership of the knowledge!

Just as some people buy out knowledge related to themselves, they don't take the knowledge away, but rather use it as their "source" to restrict its dissemination by paying money.

Exclusivity has its price, and so does its dissemination!

Because this information was of great benefit to the human race, the Great Library could not directly inform Yue Lai. Fortunately, the person who stole the knowledge did not disappoint him.

As Yue Lai's hand reluctantly left the "Story Collection," the established procedures of the Great Library were triggered:

"On behalf of all the recorders, Hughes R. Rod thanks you for your donation. We will publish this invaluable knowledge as you requested."

……

Umar III orbit, a space testing ground.

Rancho Odysseus was unable to perceive the reversal of time, and he prepared for his experiment for the seventh time.

This nationally significant experiment has a team of over a thousand people, all of whom are currently working diligently at their posts.

"Teacher, the printing equipment is ready."

"The power supply is functioning normally."

"The isolation formation is ready."

"Group B is conducting its 216th check of the write-ahead program... Check complete!"

"..."

Rancho took a deep breath and then slowly exhaled. The plan had been executed flawlessly, but no matter the outcome, he could not possibly escape from under the noses of the human saints.

But one must always have to choose between ideals and life, right?

This experiment aimed to verify the possibility of regional spatial programming. In order to avoid the spread of chaotic code in the event of an experimental failure, he naturally applied for the right to use the isolation array from the Bureau of Time Sequence—the Bureau of Time Sequence even sent people to help him build the array.

"I don't even know how many times this has happened..."

Lost Heart would be well aware of the methods of human saints, but even if he were to be rewound a hundred times, the outcome would not change in the slightest. He believed that he would make the same choice every time.

After all, one cannot go back in time for more than seventy years of one's life.

Just as he was about to give the order to start the experiment, he suddenly noticed that everyone's expressions had become strange—they were all looking at him with a subtle look in their eyes.

Rancho frowned and looked at his student:

"Julian, what's wrong?"

"T-Professor," his doctoral student stammered, "a memory suddenly popped into my head, tell me..."

"What did you say?"

"They said you're a member of the Heartless Society..."

Rancho's expression remained unchanged:

"That's utter nonsense! How could you suddenly have extra memories? Did you play that mind-altering game yesterday and go crazy?!"

But inside, a storm raged:

"How could that be? How could I possibly be exposed! What kind of hellish method is it to directly generate memories in someone else's mind!"

The fact that "Rancho is a mole in the Heartless Society" was not new knowledge to him, so naturally no new memories surfaced.

He discreetly examined his palm; the profound patterns were already tattered and broken. This array, personally inscribed by the Saint, could guarantee that only he knew the truth that "Rancho is the traitor," but now—

When did this happen?

He was of course unaware that ordinary sainthood was quite different from "authority," and this formation was still rootless, so it was not surprising that it was destroyed by the "memory" quasi-authority of the Great Library.

Julian's words only made everyone realize, "Hey, you too! This memory suddenly popped into my head too!"

The researchers immediately started discussing among themselves, and the guards also turned their gazes toward him.

Rancho broke out in a cold sweat. He could handle the project team members, but... what if this unknown method could also affect employees of the FBI and the Bureau of Time?

He guessed correctly. The Bureau of Time, the Bureau of Investigation, and the Department of Homeland Security chose to report the anomaly immediately. The words "Disillusionment Society" triggered a special response mechanism, and the report appeared on Qing Sheng's desk in almost a minute.

The cause and effect have finally been established!

In the cube pavilion of the main timeline, sensing the faint connection, Qing Sheng's lips curled into a cold smile. He stepped into the time cage as if flashing, and grasped the thousands of people in the project team in his palm.

The security minister then turned his gaze to the arena, where the previously boisterous concert atmosphere froze instantly.

The crisis is over!

……

……

"Don't elves ever surrender?"

The girl sat on the edge of the cliff, swinging her legs listlessly. The left side of her head had long hair, but the right side was shaved.

This is the Whispering Star of Lejebel, where a temple stands atop a snow-capped mountain. All the elven guards of the temple have been brutally slaughtered, their organs scattered and broken.

The snow eagles hovering low in the sky let out angry howls. They were the snow elves' loyal companions, yet they were powerless to do anything about what was happening before them.

"Humanity accepts only two outcomes: assimilation or extinction."

The man climbed up the cliff below, clutching the snow sculpted cub that hadn't yet learned to fly in his hand.

His tone was extremely gentle, like that of a friendly older brother next door.

"Clearly, the elves cannot accept either ending."

"Tch, what a waste of time. I thought I could pick up some scraps. The [Living Dead]'s plan has completely failed this time."

"Not necessarily. His plans are far more ambitious than you or I think."

"Fine, fine, I can't be bothered with that inhuman thing." The girl snatched the snow eagle cub from the man's hand and crushed it. The adult snow eagle let out a sharp cry, but was frozen in the air and couldn't move.

The two could have killed it, but they both spared the life of the adult snow eagle, because they knew that sometimes living is more painful than dying.

"Are humans out of their minds? It would be so much better to keep these sweet, soft elves as dogs, instead of trying to wipe them out. If that's not enough, why not choose a different target? The Elf Queen was terrified during the Ancient Star Wars, why provoke her again?"

The Great Exploration Era ended with the Ancient Star Wars in Star Calendar 1999. The rise and fall of civilizations is not uncommon in Andromeda, but the destruction of several major civilizations in succession by war finally alerted other races. They formed an alliance and fought a decisive battle against humanity on the Ancient Star, and the alliance ultimately won a Pyrrhic victory.

Shortly after that, in 2023, the Federation was officially established, and there have been no major wars for more than 500 years.

The ancient star where the final battle took place was located in the heart of Lejedale, where the Temple of the Goddess was situated.

"The almost obsessive desire for expansion among the human race's high-ranking members seems to be known only to the guild leader. I inquired about it before, but there seems to be some taboo surrounding it, which cannot even be addressed through language."

Even the student council president couldn't do that! The girl wisely didn't pursue the matter further.

"Then why not teach a lesson to a troublemaker, like the Yuan Clan? This is just bullying the honest ones!"

The man's tone remained gentle:

"After the Battle of the Ancient Star, the entire Elven race made a wish to 'retire from the world.' The Elven Queen used her authority to respond to this 'hope,' erasing the Elven race from the memories of the world—if they hadn't been so severely damaged, why would they have had to stage this?"

"The federal government is not yet ready to wage war against the entire Andromeda region again, and other races also hope to test the human race's war capabilities."

"Unfortunately, this is the price the elves are paying, as they haven't even recovered yet."

"In a sense, you're not wrong; the human race is just picking on the weak."

The girl showed a disdainful expression.

Just then, deafening cheers suddenly erupted from the foot of the snow-capped mountain, and various musical instruments played an exciting melody together, as if this elfin town was celebrating its grandest festival.

She curled her lip and threw a tearstone bomb off the cliff:

"Let's go, or we'll be caught when the Elf Queen returns."

There was no response from behind. She turned around, but the man had already disappeared.