Ironclad Group Chat: Red and Black Lists Engraved with Heroic Epics

The next memory unfolded before her eyes.

Following the perspective of the Black Swan, viewers were surprised to find that several March 7ths had appeared before their eyes.

[Star: March, when did you learn Shadow Clone Technique?]

[March 7th: I... I don't know... Did my future self attend some strange school? Where did I get all these skills?]

The next sentence from "the March 7th" resolved everyone's doubts.

Or rather, the magical subtitles solved the mystery. The dialogue box clearly read—"The Memory Thief."

"To gain your trust, let's start by introducing ourselves—Liuguang Yiting. You should be very familiar with it, right?"

They actually revealed their identities?

The black swan wanted to delve deeper, but frowned: "My memory abruptly stopped, as if an invisible hand had extinguished the candle."

"It seems that the secrets ahead are far more murky than we imagined."

The murky... it's strangely attractive!

The group that had brought the Black Swan into the picture were quite surprised. The unknown danger chilled her to the bone, but at the same time, she took a step without hesitation.

She decisively chose to ignore the risks and continue the installation!

The black swan ventured deeper into the area. She hadn't gone far when she suddenly gasped in surprise, and the audience following her gaze also felt their pupils constrict abruptly.

Too much.

There were far too many corpses of memory thieves hanging from the red memory spirits! As far as the eye could see, there were simply too many to count!

This place, so longed for by the memory thieves, has now become a mass grave!

People who don't see much blood can't withstand such a shock. They are so frightened that they quickly cut off their sensory synchronization, or even cover their eyes, wanting to skip this part first.

[Kaze no Sumire: Ugh!]

[Robin: How scary...]

[Feixiao: Killing someone is just a matter of a head falling to the ground. This is no longer a battle, not even killing. This is purely venting anger! There are no other ways to die; all the memory thieves are hanging here "intact." This is simply creating a battlefield spectacle.]

[Jingyuan: Building a mound of corpses? For us veterans of the battlefield, it might seem cruel, but for those who remember, the impact must be astonishing. After all, a memetic body can make many people feel fearless; if they want to run, even a moment's inattention can lead to their downfall.]

[Yao Guang: But now, they're all hanging here, 100% dead, not a single one alive. Ha~ more fragile than noodles. Although the killer concealed her identity, this artwork she left behind is practically saying—if they dare come back, this is their fate!]

[Star: What kind of deep-seated hatred is this? Even the grudge of having one's wife stolen can't be this intense!]

Inside the fortune-telling room, Black Swan swallowed hard.

It's often said that those involved are often confused while bystanders see things clearly, and that's absolutely true. She really wanted to shout in her future self's ear: Run! Get out of this hellhole!

This... could this be her last time making a move?

……

"What a... bizarre sight."

Undeterred, the black swan began searching her memory as usual, hoping to find some clues. The situation before her was completely unexpected; she had no idea who had caused such a tragedy, or even how many people had been involved.

The terrified memory thief screamed, "It's out of control! It's completely out of control... Why didn't anyone tell us?!"

"That girl... is the nemesis of those who remember..."

[Fu Xuan: A girl? Only one person wiped out all these Memory Beings?]

[Silver Wolf: This scene seems familiar. Everyone's dead, the killer's identity is unknown, and the further in you go, the more dead people there are... Could the other side really be a die-hard fan of the Berserker's Creed?]

[Black Tower: Natural Enemy... What is the natural enemy of those who remember? Is there any destiny in this world that is diametrically opposed to memory, and clearly superior to it?]

[Black Swan: Perhaps, there really is one.]

In real life, the black swan broke out in a cold sweat, staring nervously at the screen, afraid that some dark shadow might suddenly appear and "hang her up" as well.

Unfortunately, the black swan in the picture did not run away, but instead revealed a direction that no one had time to think about.

"Is she referring to March 7th?"

[March 7th: Who?!]

This time, March 7th was completely dumbfounded: "Did I do it again?"

She herself left her body and entered Onphalos, then unlocked the firewall, and then went on a killing spree there?

Does this match her art style?

[Star: So this is what March is like? So cruel! Next time, remember to bring back one, no, two. Hang them on the train whistle, one a teru teru bozu (a Japanese doll symbolizing good weather) and the other a rain doll, hehe.]

[Pam: No, absolutely not, Pam!]

[Yao Guang: This... are you sure there wasn't a misjudgment? After all, Miss March 7th's wisdom is so... reassuring.]

[Himeko: Indeed, this is completely different from March's behavior. She is definitely not a bloodthirsty child.]

After uncovering this secret, the Black Swan became even more addicted. Instead of giving up, she began to tirelessly search her memories.

The terrified memory sufferer was utterly horrified: "That long night...those black memory spirits...they devoured everything..."

Those who set out first... were all swallowed up... not even a trace of their consciousness remained...

The other survivors cried out in pleading, "I regret it... I don't want to have anything to do with Onphalus anymore! Please!"

"No, don't come near me—no—!!!"

The sound abruptly stopped amidst screams, and one can only imagine what the person who remembered had encountered.

The viewers were jolted, as if a witch were truly grinning evilly, using her memory to strangle them, slowly tightening it, causing their consciousness and life to slip away bit by bit, irreversibly.

The Black Swan sighed deeply: "For the sake of the [Memories of God's Fall], you have implicated far too many innocent people. You deserve it."

"But I did not come here to condemn." She spoke to the [Empty Shell] with the power of memory: "The being you call [Long Night], tell me everything about her."

"Perhaps this can offer the survivors a glimmer of hope."

The terrified survivor still had something to exploit, and stammered, "Good... Heaven..."

"Huh?" The black swan paused for a moment.

Good Vision Heaven is the location of Fuli's projection, the place where the Star God will descend in the future. How is this "Long Night" related to that place?

The terrified survivor burst into a maniacal laugh: "So that's how it is. We were deceived."

"We are the victims. Yi Ting used us. [Wu Lou Jing Zi] abandoned us."

"Ha~~ All she wants is to find her lost sister."

"Find them. Kill them. Recover them."

"For a new seed to sprout, its seed must be dead."

"Dead." The memory thieves, like resentful ghosts, mustered their last strength, resonating simultaneously, frantically chanting those two words for a long time: "Dead, dead, dead—"

The eerie scene deterred all viewers.

But the big shots in the chat group were already shocked by the more in-depth information.

[Black Tower: So, March 7th's true identity is a Pure Child without flaws?]