My bizarre resurgence: My price is the ability to trade everything.

I spent the entire afternoon browsing the exchange.

I'm familiar with all the functions of the market interface.

Buy, sell, place orders, cancel orders...

These operations seem simple, but the underlying logic is quite complex. The price of CP fluctuates constantly, and the supply and demand relationship changes rapidly. Every transaction requires accurate judgment and decisive execution.

Gradually, I gained a more intuitive understanding of CP trading.

But no matter how much research is done, one thing is certain:

With my current reserves, I simply can't scrape together 2800 CP.

That number was like an insurmountable chasm, standing between me and Zhao Tiezhu.

"Looks like I'll have to sell my memories." I sighed.

This decision was difficult, but there was no turning back.

At eight o'clock in the evening, I found the weight.

The exchange was dimly lit, with only the screens on the trading platform emitting a faint glow. Chengtuo sat behind the counter, organizing some documents. Seeing me enter, he looked up, a knowing glint in his eyes.

"Have you thought it through?"

"I've made up my mind." I nodded. "I'm going to sell a seven-day memory."

"Okay." The scale handle handed over the tablet. "You choose."

I scrolled through the list of memories, my finger swiping across the screen.

Fragments of memories flashed before my eyes like frames from a movie. Each record was marked with a date, a summary of the content, and an estimated price.

I chose an "ordinary" memory.

Daily Record (April 1-7, 2026)

Abstract: These past few days have mainly consisted of classes, meals, and occasional missions.

Nothing special happened.

Estimated price: 95 CP

95CP.

It's still not enough.

This number made my heart sink. Even if I sold this memory, I would still be a long way from my goal.

But I had no other choice.

"That's it," I said.

The weight took the tablet and glanced at it.

"This memory is good; it doesn't involve any important information," he said. "The risk level is low."

"Let's begin."

I put on that metal helmet.

The helmet was surprisingly light, and it felt cool against my scalp. That coolness seeped into my skin, making me shiver involuntarily.

"Relax," the weight's voice whispered in my ear. "Close your eyes and think about the scene from that memory."

I did as instructed.

I closed my eyes, and everything around me disappeared. I floated in darkness, only my consciousness remained.

I began to recall those seven days.

On April 1st, Qingming Festival, I slept all day in my dormitory.

The curtains were drawn tight, but sunlight streamed in through the gaps, casting a thin line of light on the floor. My roommates were all out, and the dorm was so quiet you could only hear your own breathing. I lay on my bed, staring blankly at the ceiling, lost in thought...

and many more.

What am I thinking?

I can't remember.

On April 2nd, I attended a boring advanced mathematics class.

The classroom was packed. Those in the front row were diligently taking notes, while those in the back were playing on their phones. The teacher's voice buzzed in my ears, like background noise. I sat in the middle, pretending to listen, but my mind was actually wandering...

What was it about again?

I can't remember.

On April 3, I ate a bowl of noodles in the cafeteria.

The cafeteria was crowded, the noise blending together to create a buzzing background. I found a corner to sit down with my tray, the steam from the noodles hitting my face, making it a little hot...

What does it taste like?

I can't remember.

On April 4th, I went on a mission and dealt with a minor E-level anomaly.

It was an old residential area in the east of the city. Residents reported seeing strange shadows wandering in the stairwells. I went with a senior colleague to investigate, but it turned out to be just a lost creature of the rules—a false alarm...

and after?

I can't remember.

April 5th, reviewing lessons and preparing for the midterm exams.

Books lay open on the table, notes scattered about, and I stared blankly at the dense formulas. Time ticked by, but I couldn't absorb a single word...

What did we review again?

I can't remember.

On April 6th, I played games with my roommate until midnight.

The computer screen emitted a bluish glow, and the keyboard clattered incessantly. My roommate's shouts echoed in my ears, but I remained focused on the screen, controlling my character in the game world...

Did we win or lose?

I can't remember.

May 7th......

and many more.

What happened on April 7th?

I can't remember.

My mind went completely blank.

It's like someone quietly took a piece of the puzzle, leaving an abrupt gap.

"What's wrong?" came the weight's voice. "Is it stuck?"

"I...can't remember what happened on April 7th," I said.

My voice was trembling. I don't know why I was trembling, but I just couldn't control it.

"That's normal," he explained. "Memory is blurry; the further back in time, the blurrier it becomes."

"It's okay, as long as the extractor can read enough fragments."

"Keep thinking, starting from April 1st."

I nodded and continued to recall.

May 1th......

Qingming Festival...

I slept all day...

How did you sleep?

What time did you go to sleep?

What did you dream about?

I can't remember.

May 2th......

Advanced Mathematics class...

What was it about again?

I can't remember.

May 3th......

The noodles in the cafeteria...

What does it taste like?

I can't remember.

Not right.

Something's getting increasingly wrong.

My memory is fading.

It didn't disappear slowly, it disappeared quickly.

It's as if an invisible hand is tearing away the images in my mind, one by one. Those images I thought I remembered were fading, blurring, and eventually disappearing at a visible speed.

"Stop!" I yelled, trying to take off my helmet.

But I found that I couldn't move my body.

It was as if he was frozen in place by something; he couldn't lift even a finger.

Fear surged in from all directions like an icy tide, engulfing me.

"Don't be nervous," came the weight's voice. "This is a normal reaction."

"There may be some discomfort during the extraction process, but it will pass quickly."

"Relax, take a deep breath."

I forced myself to calm down.

He was breathing heavily.

Gradually, the feeling of being out of control subsided.

But I know that some things can never be recovered.

I don't know how much time has passed.

I opened my eyes.

The helmet has been taken off.

"It's done." The scale handed me the tablet. "Your memories have been successfully extracted."

"Received 95 CP."

I looked at the numbers on the screen.

Transaction complete

For Sale: Memories from April 1st to 7th, 2026

Received: 95CP

Status: Funds received

95CP.

I got it.

but......

"Wait a minute." I frowned. "How did I get here?"

"What?" The weight was stunned for a moment.

"How did I get to this exchange?" I looked at him. "I don't remember."

It's so weird.

I remember I was in the General Administration dormitory, and then...

And then I stood here.

I don't know what happened in between.

It's as if someone cut out that memory.

It leaves a huge blank space.

The weight's expression became subtle.

"do not you remember?"

"Yes." I tried to recall, "I only remember being in the headquarters dormitory, and then... and then I was standing here."

"I don't know what happened in between."

"It's like...it's like someone cut that part of the memory out."

The weight remained silent for a while.

His gaze became complicated, as if he were thinking about something.

Then, he took a piece of paper out of his pocket and handed it to me.

"You...you should know this, right?"

I took the note, unfolded it, and read it.

The above is my handwriting:

"Transaction completed, 95 CP credited to your account. — Lin Xiaofan"

"This is......"

"You signed it," said the weight, "before your memory fades."

"You seemed to have a premonition of something and wrote a note in advance."

"But when you wake up, you remember absolutely nothing."

I clutched the note tightly, my hands trembling.

The handwriting is indeed mine.

It's crooked and not very neat, but it is definitely my handwriting.

This is the aftermath of memory trading.

Once the memory fades, even the act of "making a transaction" will be forgotten.

If I hadn't left a note beforehand...

I would think I had never been here before.

I will continue to look for trading opportunities on the exchange, completely unaware that I have already made a trade.

I will waste more time.

"This is the price," the weight's voice rang out from the side. "What you sold wasn't just the content of that memory."

"And there's the experience of 'doing this'."

"It's like...that experience never happened."

As I walked out of the stock exchange, I stood in a dark alley, lost in thought.

A night breeze blew by, bringing a touch of coolness.

I tried hard to recall what had just happened.

But my mind went completely blank.

All I remember is walking into the exchange, looking for the weight, and then...

And then I stood here.

What happened in between?

What did I do?

What did I say?

I don't remember any of it.

It was like a dream.

After waking up, I completely forgot the contents of the dream, leaving only a vague feeling—it seemed like something very important had happened, but I just couldn't remember it.

"Damn it..." I cursed under my breath.

This feeling is so strange.

It's like... a piece of your soul has been ripped out.

I know exactly what's missing, but I just can't remember what it is.

It's like having a wound on your body that keeps bleeding, but I can't find where the wound is.

"Lin Xiaofan." Chen Xuan's voice rang out from the side.

I looked up and saw him standing not far away.

His figure appeared somewhat blurry in the dim light, like some kind of unreal phantom.

"You...have you completed the transaction?"

"Hmm." I nodded and showed him the note, "95CP."

Chen Xuan glanced at the note, then at me.

"You look terrible."

"Really?" I touched my face.

It is indeed a bit pale.

That paleness wasn't just ordinary fatigue, but a sense of weakness emanating from within.

It felt like something had been sucked out of me.

"What happened?"

I hesitated for a moment, then told him how I had felt.

That feeling of memories fading away.

That feeling of "not knowing what you've done".

That feeling of "a piece of your soul being ripped out".

After listening, Chen Xuan remained silent for a long time.

A night breeze blew by, causing the hem of his clothes to flutter gently. The faint sound of traffic drifted from the distant streets, like an echo from another world.

"This is the side effect of memory trading," he concluded.

"You've lost more than just the content of that memory."

"And then there's 'self-awareness' related to that memory."

"You'll start to have doubts..."

"Is the 'me' without that memory still the 'original me'?"

That night, I lay in bed, tossing and turning.

The ceiling loomed in the darkness, like some invisible pressure pressing down on my chest.

Chen Xuan's words kept echoing in my mind.

Without that memory, am I still the same person?

This question is like a thorn stuck in my heart.

I recalled some fragments of memories from those seven days.

I slept all day in my dorm during the Qingming Festival.

I was in advanced mathematics class, listening to boring explanations.

I ate a bowl of noodles in the cafeteria.

Playing games, teaming up with my roommates.

These things are all very ordinary, so ordinary that they can almost be ignored.

But it is precisely these "ordinary memories" that constitute a part of "me".

Without these memories...

Am I still "me"?

I started to get scared.

It's not that I'm afraid of the memories fading away, but rather that I'm afraid of the feeling of "loss" itself.

If I continue selling memories, will I still remember who I am in the end?

Will I remember Su Mingyue? Will I remember Zhao Tiezhu? Will I remember Chen Xuan? Will I remember why I'm here?

Or will I become a stranger, someone I don't even recognize?

"Does anyone in this world still remember what happened during those seven days?" I murmured.

roommate?

No, my roommate only remembers that I "slept all day".

But what about the details of that day?

What dream did I have?

What do I want to eat?

What was I thinking about?

Nobody knows.

Because these memories are unique to me.

And now, they've disappeared.

Gone forever.

It's as if it never existed.

"This is the price..." I closed my eyes.

It turns out that the cost is not just "the loss of life".

It could also be a "collapse of self-perception".

The next morning, when I woke up, I found a tear stain on my pillow.

But I don't remember crying.

"I guess I had a nightmare," I thought.

But I can't remember exactly what kind of nightmare it was.

Just like the memories of those 7 days.

Gone forever.

Current account information:

CP balance: 295

Distance to target: 2505 CP

I looked at the numbers on the market interface, my feelings were complicated.

I only managed to collect 295 CP.

2505 CP are still needed.

Based on a calculation of 95 CP per memory segment...

We still need to sell about 27 segments of 7-day memories.

That is, 189 days.

Memories of more than half a year.

"This can't go on..." I shook my head.

If I continue to sell my memories, my "self" will become increasingly blurred.

In the end...

Perhaps I will forget who I am.

Perhaps I will become an empty shell.

An empty shell with no past, no memories, and no idea where it came from.

"We must find another way."

Just then, the communicator rang.

It's Su Mingyue.

"Xiao Fan, something terrible has happened!"

"What's wrong?"

"The price of Lifespan CP... has skyrocketed by 50%!"