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

"Oh right, I've got it."

"Search. [Memory]."

Demogue extensively searched through the scepter's database for Xi Lian's past. Soon, her life was visualized as a series of paintings in a gallery, covering the walls in a dazzling array.

She ran through the gallery of memories like a free spirit, each painting gradually completing the puzzle of her personality. Even her physical form changed again through continuous learning, transforming from a confused girl into the likeness of Xiao Xilian.

[Star: It evolved again? I'm a little envious. Why don't I have more forms?]

[March 7th: You really want to become a raccoon carrying a baseball bat?]

[Black Tower: It's probably a stream-of-consciousness style of expression.]

Demogue ran to the edge of the first painting.

The village was bathed in sunshine and gentle breezes in autumn.

"Waaah..." The baby girl's cry signifies the birth of a new world.

Demyo raised her little hand and opened her mouth: "Ooh. Wow."

[March 7th: Are you even learning this together? How cute!]

[Xi Lian: Only with this cry can we know that a smart and lovely little life has finally been born♪]

Demogue exclaimed excitedly, "Peach. Memory. Preservation. Learning."

In my memory, the moment the villagers saw the baby girl, they knelt down excitedly and lifted her high: "The oracle has come true. This child is a gift from the gods. Pink hair, and those ears. She was born to be the priestess of time."

Demyoge indicated that he understood: "Xi Lian is... pink hair... pointed ears."

The villagers devoutly recited the divine oracle: "You will bring the end when the flowers bloom, just as the end gives birth to the beginning..."

"Cry, child, cry out loud. Send your voice to Eurynis."

Demyo nodded: "Xi Lian is. A girl. A priestess."

"It's easy. I can do it. I'll learn."

[Star: Study hard and make progress every day.]

[Black Tower: Speaking of which, were all these prophecies that judged the fate of the Titans the work of our predecessors? No, that can't be right. He wouldn't plan such a thing as a predetermined script. Could it be a natural evolution of the scepter?]

[Xi Lian: Well... perhaps, it's an even more romantic story.]

Demuse ran on, and the second painting came into view.

On the mountain of grain stacks, the young Bai E and Xi Lian exchanged their childhood worries, each holding their own opinion.

"That being said, I don't like tears!"

Bai E retreated, but whispered, "The name '[Ai Li Mi Xie]' is clearly derived from the sorrow of the gods..."

"But you're always laughing and joking, as if you never have any worries."

Demyoge carefully recorded: "Xi Lian is... doesn't like tears. Hehehe."

In her memory, Xi Lian said sweetly, "Of course. Because the world has been kind to me."

"I was born with a gentle appearance."

"Xi Lian is gentle. She loves beauty. She can write poetry." Demogue said crisply, "Simple. She can do it. She can learn it."

[Star: But actually... sigh... my poor Licun siblings, their lives are so hard.]

[Qingque: Xilian is too optimistic. If the world can be considered kind to her, then Hulei in the prison must be living the dream.]

[Yao Guang: It's not that painful. Compared to the cycle of thirty million lifetimes, the torture methods of the Ten Kings' Court are just minor, mild matters.]

[Xi Lian: Let's think about it from another angle. If there were no reincarnation, wouldn't there be far fewer different life paths, fewer twists and turns in the stories? The moment Wang Yi won the championship, the Sage Ye Shi was defeated by ten thousand... How interesting! Isn't that another kind of gentleness?]

[That moment in summer: That was simply the most miserable hell!]

[Star: I understand now. It's not that the world is kind, it's that you, my friend, are just too kind.]

A third painting appears.

Aglaia waved the golden thread, and the Tibbers followed closely in the Archon's footsteps. Behind them were the soldiers embarking on their journey to the fire.

The romantic demigod sat down with the pink-clad girl and said, "As the ballad in the wind says, the pursuit of fire is a journey of constant loss."

"Even if everything fades away, some things will not easily change."

Xi Lian smiled and jokingly changed the subject: "For example, my height, Teacher Tibao's childlike innocence, and Aglaia's beauty♪"

Demosisto accepted it all: "Xi Lian was short-lived, yet could talk. Even after she was gone with the wind, she was still left behind."

[Xi Lian: Oh dear, don't copy the first one♪]

[That summer: It's okay, that kind of thing, most people can't learn even if they wanted to.]

[Qingque: Huh? What do you mean?]

[Fu Xuan: Who are you alluding to?]

[Crydella: Who instructed you to say that? Who are your accomplices?]

[That moment, Xia: It's just one sentence... Oh, right, I have accomplices. Those boring old fogies in the Senate, they talk about this all day long. Their greatest hobby is writing jokes about dwarfs, using all sorts of clever sentences and naming names.]

[Kenneth: You're making baseless accusations!]

[Star: That move by Xia was too ruthless.]

As Demogue walked through painting after painting, her knowledge deepened with each repetition of "Simple, I can, I learn."

She stood before the last painting, took a close look, and then let out a gasp of bewildered amazement.

“Eh…”

"I have no memory of what happened after that. Was it that I couldn't see it, or that it simply disappeared?"

In the painting, Xi Lian is embracing something that looks like a dream bubble, which is protecting a delicate sapling inside.

[Black Tower: This is... a break in reincarnation? One life has ended, and Xi Lian will never "grow taller" again, so naturally, there's no more content.]

[Screwgo: Perhaps for Demogue at this moment, death is a difficult thing to understand.]

[March 7th: Then this painting is useless, isn't it?]

[Star: March 7th, don't tell anyone! Otherwise...]

Demogue pondered the text carefully, and soon his eyes lit up as if he had found a treasure: "Ah! I understand now, could this be... [blank]!"

[March 7th: Oh~~ I see... Wait a minute! How come I'm even slower to understand than her?]

[Star: I tried my best to stop you, but it was too late. In March, you hadn't even played a single game against bots.]

[March 7th: This, this is just because I wasn't prepared. Try again if you don't believe me!]

"So, the next Xi Lian is Blank."

She murmured, a strange logic converging in her mind: "So, the next Xi Lian is Blank."

"I see. They understand now, they get it completely."

[March 7th: Absolutely right, I understand everything now! Instead of searching for Xi Lian, I'll create one myself!]

[Star: ...You two would be perfect for going to the same kindergarten. Wait, how did I become the tsukkomi (straight man)? Wasn't that in March's job before?]