Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

His fingers tapped a few times on the keyboard, the search term being: Kingdom Embassy in the Empire.

The search results popped up, the first one being an address. He picked up the landline and dialed the number. Two beeps followed by a call. A young man's voice answered, "Hello, this is the Kingdom's Embassy in the Empire. How can I help you?"

President Cao began, "You're looking for someone."

There was a pause on the other end of the line: "May I ask who you are?"

"The Queen has ordered the search for a man, is that right?"

The breathing on the other end of the microphone paused, followed by the rustling of papers. Someone covered the microphone, whispered something, and then there was the sound of a chair being shoved aside. The sound of high heels on the marble floor grew louder. A hand snatched the microphone, and a woman's voice took over—deep, alert, but trying to remain calm:

"Sir, I'm afraid you've dialed the wrong number. We're not looking for—"

President Cao leaned back in his chair, a slight smile playing on his lips.

The CEO Cao, who had long since become a puppet, was not himself, but was being controlled by Cheng Cheng, and was tentatively calling Freya and the others!

In Cheng Cheng’s view, Freya, now that she is the queen, will inevitably react to his disappearance during the trial. Subsequently, the entire national machinery of the kingdom will be mobilized for her, and the embassy in the empire will most likely be responsible for the task of finding him!

"If you have recently received direct orders from the Queen's Office—regarding the search for someone within the Empire—please relay to Her Majesty the news, in King..."

The call was suddenly cut off.

Cheng Cheng was slightly taken aback. Then, a new call was forcibly connected, the caller ID displaying a string of gibberish. The voice coming from the receiver was processed by a voice changer, hoarse, flat, and devoid of any emotional fluctuation:

"Cao Pishuang, you are suspected of betraying national interests. The Heavenly Court's Enforcement Department has issued an arrest warrant. The Six Ding and Six Jia are on their way. Do not leave the office. Do not do anything foolish."

The phone hangs up.

Before Cheng Cheng could react, six shadows appeared out of nowhere in the office.

They hung down from the ceiling, dressed in the black robes of ancient constables, with iron chains and shackles around their waists, and carrying fire-and-water sticks in their hands. Their faces were obscured by the shadows cast by their straw hats, so their features could not be seen, except for a pair of eerie flames flickering in the depths of the shadows.

Six Ding Liujia.

They are shikigami under the command of Himegami, responsible for intelligence work. They are legitimate deities appointed by the imperial court, replacing various cultivators, sects, and wandering immortals.

These deities aren't particularly powerful; each one only has combat strength close to silver. However, they can capture people via the internet with lightning speed. Less than a minute after Cheng Cheng made that call, they were already in the office!

The leading official took a step forward, tapped his fire-and-water club three times on the ground, and the temperature in the office plummeted, with a thin layer of frost forming on the windowpane.

“Cao Pi Shuang,” it said solemnly, “we are acting on the decree of the Heavenly Court, requesting that you make a trip to the Enforcement Department.”

Mr. Cao sat in the leather chair, not moving.

The official took another step closer, his head slightly lowered, the shadow of his straw hat sweeping across Cao Zong's face before he was slightly startled:

"Dead." The officer was slightly surprised. "When did he die? Why can't we sense his soul?"

Mr. Cao's lips twitched slightly. Behind him, a young man with orange hair emerged from the void, looking languid as he leaned back in his chair with his legs crossed, as if watching a boring soap opera.

The boy raised his hand and lightly tapped his index finger in the air.

Source quality—forgetting.

Using the shared forgetting power of the system, Cheng Cheng directly erased Cao Pi Shuang from all the memories of this world!

Without any warning, Cao Pishuang's body vanished, and Cheng Cheng's soul dissipated at the same time.

The six Ding and six Jia stood frozen in place, still in their defensive stance with their staffs raised, but the tips were no longer pointed at anyone. They looked at each other, the flames beneath their bamboo hats flickering violently.

Why are we deploying?

"I don't know."

"Where is this place? Why are we here?"

"I don't know."

They put away their fire and water sticks and floated back into the wall one by one. The last official to leave paused for a moment in the crack in the wall, looked back at the empty leather chair, and scratched his head in confusion.

After that, only the hum of the air conditioner remained in the office.

Cheng Cheng withdrew his soul and shrank back into the ring. Although he ultimately failed to reveal the information, he had achieved his goal—at least he knew that directly contacting the embassy was no longer an option.

In order to prevent Tong Chuxue from being noticed by the Empire's higher-ups, he had no choice but to delete President Cao's name. At the same time, the cause and effect related to President Cao would inevitably be "forgotten".

We'll have to think of other solutions.

…………

The Kingdom of Konoma, the Royal Palace, the audience chamber.

Freya sat on the throne, flipping through a battle report in her hand.

A pair of small feet, wrapped in white silk, dangled from the edge of the throne, the tips of their black leather shoes lightly tapping the air with the rhythm of their reading. The battle report stated that the Imperial Vanguard had crossed the border into Akkad and established a camp on the frontier. Navel had led her troops to construct defensive lines overnight, and there was currently no fighting.

She put down the battle report and rubbed her temples. The book of past events lay open on the armrest of the throne, and specks of light from its pages slowly seeped into her temples.

These days, she has to keep the Book of Past Events with her at all times in order to maintain the integrity of her memory and personality. At the same time, she has to review memorials until late at night every day—each time she feels that the source matter is about to devour the last bit of her humanity, and then the Book of Past Events will stuff these scattered emotions back in.

The next page was stuffed into her brain, while the previous page slipped out, churning back and forth in her mind, doubling her fatigue.

The ministers below were no less troublesome—after realizing that Freya was the first queen in history with her own will, rather than a ruthless executor of royal power possessed by the source matter, the ministers also had wicked thoughts, constantly thinking of ways to please her, and attempting to directly obtain power and benefits by pleasing Her Majesty.

Upon hearing that the Queen had ordered a full-scale search for an orange-haired boy, a minister used his connections to obtain a portrait and photograph of Cheng Cheng. He concluded that Her Majesty was fond of men and began sending a variety of handsome young men from all over the country. He then presumptuously comforted her, saying, "Although the Prince is missing, how can Your Majesty, as Queen, be so devoted to only one? These men, though not as handsome as the Prince, are all exceptionally beautiful..."

Before he could finish speaking, Freya threw him into prison, preparing to execute him in a couple of days.

Upon hearing this, another person reasoned that Her Majesty the Queen must be fond of women, given her close relationship with Lady Sylvia and Lady Li Xianyu, and the fact that she had spent a lot of money to support the lazy and idle Lady Bugu. So, he sent beautiful girls from all over the country to fill the harem.

If Freya hadn't stopped her, Sylvia would have killed this person outright.

I tried everything to keep these thieving cats out of the way, and you're still adding people to the palace?

No, if Cheng Cheng comes back, he'll definitely be staying in the palace... All these beautiful girls must be dismissed and replaced with supermodel Barbies!

Freya, who lived in the palace, was also unhappy. She was already exhausted, and the palace maids who walked around the palace every day were muscular and tough. Not only were they not pleasing to the eye, but last night, while helping her bathe and change, the soap was so slippery that she almost strangled herself while wiping her neck...

"Practice until your figure resembles a crane, then you won't fear the palace maids strangling you!"

Freya slowly recited her self-composed poem, then suddenly stopped rubbing her temples.

A golden scepter appeared on her right, its shaft trembling slightly—something had been deleted.

She didn't delete it, but as a symbol of all "forgetting," the scepter can naturally sense all the things in this world that have been swallowed up by "forgetting," and will eventually leave a very subtle echo in Freya's heart.

She closed her eyes and reached out to touch the lingering sound.

Then she retrieved a body from the depths of nothingness.

A middle-aged man, wearing a white shirt with the cuffs rolled up to his elbows, had a congealed bruise on his forehead.

He wore a name tag pinned to his chest, which read—

Cao Pishuang, head of the school-enterprise cooperation project.

Chapter 107, Could the Civil Service Group Really Be?

"Why did you call me? Do you have news about Cheng Cheng?"

Upon receiving the news, Sylvia immediately dropped what she was doing and, without announcing herself, entered the palace. She then found Freya and Li Xianyu examining the corpse, and was speechless.

"Why are you studying corpses now? Did Li Xianyu teach you something?"

“No, but we do have intelligence about Cheng Cheng.” Freya looked up and said, “This corpse should be the one he killed, through the puppet fire… that’s why I called you over to take a look.”

As she spoke, Freya recounted the entire story of how the body was discovered.

Currently, there are only three people in the world who can use the word "forgetting".

These are: herself as the source material container, "Moon" Cuckoo as the subordinate of "Understanding", and Cheng Cheng, who can share her and Sylvia's abilities.

Indeed, although Cheng Cheng never mentioned it, based on their long time together and fighting, Freya and Sylvia had long realized that Cheng Cheng could use their abilities and sparks in some way... They just didn't expect that even the power of source matter could be shared.

The source of fire is unique, and the source essence is the unique foundation of the world in space and time. It is the highest-ranking existence in this world. How high a rank does Cheng Cheng, who can share the source essence, possess?

unimaginable.

Cheng Cheng initially claimed to be a "god from Teyvat." Freya already knew that Teyvat was fake, but whether he was a god or not... was hard to say.

After all, how could a mysterious person who can cross worlds, forcibly control them, and share their power really be just an ordinary teenager?

All I can say is that Cheng Chengsheng remains as virtuous as ever, but his mentality is still that of a young man.

Freya did know about Cheng Cheng's past, and that Earth world without magic, but who knew how long ago that past was? Perhaps it was just Cheng Cheng's childhood memory, and then spiritual energy revived, and Cheng Cheng achieved godhood?

Considering that Cheng Cheng called out to his mother during the trial, this possibility cannot be ruled out.

After listening to Freya's description, Sylvia asked, "So, Cheng Cheng killed this person, then used the power of source matter to erase the corpse, and then you retrieved it?"

"Correct."

"Then delete it back quickly!" Sylvia felt like she was about to cry from the Queen's stupidity. "Since he deleted the body instead of burning or burying it, there must be a reason. Don't ruin his plans!"

"I, of course I know." Freya pouted. "But I wanted to get information through soul searching, but Li Xianyu said there was no soul inside. The death law is very similar to the puppet's fire, so I called you over to try and see if you could turn it back into a puppet and then get the information."

Sylvia squatted down, reached out and scratched at President Cao's head for a long time, then sighed: "No, he's already dead, and the spiritual thread is broken. I guess the other end of the thread is still with Cheng Cheng."

"Ok."

Freya lowered her head and looked at the name tag on the corpse's chest. Then, a phantom scepter appeared in her palm, causing the world to forget the corpse once again.

I also cleared Li Xianyu's memory, making her forget this conversation about Cheng Cheng.

Seeing the bewildered expressions on Sylvia and Li Xianyu's faces, as if they were wondering, "Who am I? Where am I? How did I end up in the palace?" Freya secretly smiled smugly.

Sylvia, Sylvia, you're still thinking about stealing my man at a time like this... Little do you know, the roles have already been reversed!

When I control the source matter and can manipulate memories at will, you are destined to be a loser!

If it weren't for needing you to find Cheng Cheng, I would have erased all memories of him from your mind long ago... Hmph, I am the Queen, and you are a subject. A subject who tries to steal a man from the Queen is only spared execution because of past favors!

Lost in thought, Freya looked at the clerk outside the hall and instructed, "Notify the embassy in the Empire to shift the investigation focus to all colleges and universities, especially civil engineering; he must be there!"

"I've given you such detailed intelligence. If we can't find him within three days, the ambassador's position can be given to someone else!"

…………

Ten minutes later, Freya's order was placed on the ambassador's desk in the Empire.

He looked at the instructions, completely at a loss.

Originally, the ambassador was responsible for some espionage work, but after the declaration of war with the Empire, the embassy was under close surveillance by the Empire. All phone calls except those directly to the Queen were tapped, putting them in a very passive position, yet they were still busy collecting various intelligence. Then, for some unknown reason, Her Majesty the Queen suddenly ordered everyone to put aside their work and search for a man in the Empire.

When asked about the man's features, he was only told he was very handsome. When they saw the photos taken by the royal palace cameras, he was indeed very handsome.

But there is no other information.