Xing Tie: Wait a minute! How come Weng Xing has two saviors?

Above them, they saw that white figure again—Bai Mo.

He was lying on a relatively flat stone, intently writing something, the pen tip gliding across the rough paper with a soft, scratching sound. Sunlight shone on his young face, outlining his focused features.

But this time… he completely “blended” into the background of this memory. He didn’t react at all to the arrival of the train crew, didn’t look up, didn’t greet them, and didn’t share anything with them.

He is like a figure in a still oil painting, existing quietly in his own time and space, no longer able to have any interaction with the observers from the "future".

This complete "ignorance" made it even clearer than the previous interactions that the train crew was simply reminiscing about an unchangeable past.

Daheita cautiously surveyed her surroundings. Only after confirming that Changyeyue's aura had indeed disappeared and that there were no other suspicious probings did she refocus her gaze on the train crew. Her usual nonchalance vanished, replaced by a scholarly seriousness.

"Alright, now that elusive Yi and that 'Bai Mo' whom we should always be highly vigilant about are no longer around."

She crossed her arms and said crisply, "Screw, let's take this opportunity to consolidate the intelligence we've gathered and summarize the current situation. We have enough fragments of information; it's time to try to piece together some of the truth."

As she spoke, she began her analysis on her own:

“First, it’s about that Camerslana’s ‘special ability’.” Black Tower held up one finger.

"Although we are not yet clear about its detailed operating mechanism and limitations, based on the phenomena observed in multiple memory fragments—especially the abnormal increase in power after experiencing scenes of mass casualties—we can roughly infer that his ability is closely related to the concept of 'death.'"

She paused, then uttered a chilling conclusion:

"It can be generally understood that the more people around him die, the stronger the power he can draw upon."

"..." When Walter heard this deduction, he thought of how Camerslana still called himself the savior, and a feeling of discomfort welled up in his heart.

P.S.: Chapter 2 will be posted in a little while, no more than ten or twenty minutes.

Chapter 268 Onpharos's Past.

“Then,” Screwgoom gracefully picked up the thread, “it’s about that mysterious omnic we noticed in the memories of the last cycle, the one that fought against me and the Black Tower—'Legus'.”

He continued in his deep, metallic voice:

“When I briefly clashed with Ms. Heta on the data level before, time was too short to conduct an in-depth analysis.”

"But this time, by observing the fragments of the 'Laigushi' in Kamerslana's memories and combining them with our existing knowledge, Black Tower and I have come to many new conclusions."

Screw Gum's tone remained calm, but what he said was earth-shattering:

"Based on its demonstrated capabilities, familiarity with the underlying code of the 'Imperial Scepter,' and its ancient methods of editing information."

"We strongly suspect that Onfaros, this supercomputer known as the 'Imperial Scepter,' is not an ordinary creation of the Star Gods. It is highly likely that it is the first 'Scepter' recorded in history, long lost, and was once part of the body of the Star God of Knowledge, the All-Knowing One."

This conclusion shocked everyone present!

And what Screw's Gum said next pushed this shock to its peak:

"As for that system administrator who called himself 'Laigushi,' given the depth of his knowledge and his abilities... if Black Tower and I are not mistaken."

"His true identity is probably—Genius Club #1: Zandal o I o Kuwabara. The one who only exists in legends... who proposed the theory of the Tree of Illusions and created the first genius of the Star God."

"Now that I think about it," the Great Black Tower suddenly spoke, a hint of belated realization in his voice, "if it weren't for that Camerslana at some point in the past preemptively sealing off most of #1's privileges within the 'Scepter'..."

She paused, as if imagining another possibility, "Back then, in the data battle, perhaps we were the ones who ultimately had to fight with all our might, and might even have to flee in defeat?"

“And…” Screw Gum’s mechanical synthesized voice dipped slightly, steering the conversation toward an even more chilling possibility.

Regarding the Annihilation Lord who should have been born from Onpharos—'Iron Tomb'… Although with our current understanding we cannot fully comprehend how an Annihilation Lord could truly threaten a Star God, based on existing records and deductions about the nature of its power…”

His electronic eyes flashed with a serious light, and his voice, unusually devoid of its usual absolute elegance and composure, became solemn:

"A mere secondary disaster caused by the overflow of its power has been solemnly defined by the Interstellar Peace Corporation as an existence of the 'Extinction Lord' level."

"It is conceivable that if the 'Iron Tomb' were to successfully hatch from the petri dish of Onpharos, given its special attack on inorganic life forms, it would undoubtedly be a catastrophe for all civilizations and forces in the galaxy that rely on machinery, intelligence, and even technology. This... is by no means an exaggeration."

"So..." Xing struggled to process this information, nodding as if she understood, trying to summarize it in her own way, "Bai E, Bai Mo, and Xi Lian... they once prevented the birth of a 'Destruction' envoy? They saved the galaxy?"

"From an objective standpoint, that's one way to put it." Screwgoom affirmed Xing's summary, his tone tinged with admiration.

"It is particularly noteworthy that these three individuals, in essence, are not even real, naturally born life forms, but merely data existing in relation to the 'Imperial Scepter'."

"However, it is precisely these people who, through their own will and sacrifice, have delayed, distorted, and even nearly overturned this 'calculation' of the Star God's scheme, bringing it to this point..."

He paused slightly, as if paying tribute to this history of struggle that has spanned countless cycles.

"This is undoubtedly... a great epic of resistance."

The train crew members all turned their attention back to Bai E and Bai Mo, who were still young and carefully planting the first handful of wheat seeds into the soil of the Elegant Secret Pavilion.

Their movements were filled with hope for the future, their expressions focused and pure. But when they thought of the heavy mission they would bear and the countless hardships they would endure, a complex mix of emotions welled up inside them, and everyone fell silent, unsure of how to describe the shock and sorrow they felt at that moment.

After a brief silence, they composed themselves and continued to follow the flow of memories, watching the long and arduous journey that belonged to "Kamerslana".

They watched him, in the new cycle of reincarnation, as a tireless guardian, doing everything he could.

Using his "memory" of past reincarnations, he foresees crises, resolves conflicts, and does his utmost to guide and help each Golden Descendant, attempting to pull them out of their predetermined tragic fate of "destruction."

They witnessed him leading the entire Onpharos civilization, tenaciously persisting and relentlessly resisting the ever-growing waves of black tides.

Under his protection, the new cycle of reincarnation seemed to see a faint glimmer of hope, different from the past.

The shackles of fate seem never to have been truly loosened.

Even though he had given it his all, a rule he couldn't change on his own—the most ruthless rule in the universe—still quietly descended upon him.

After a period of relatively stable development, he inevitably began to face a painful reality: his companions, those he had fought so hard to save, were about to grow old and die in large numbers.

Their lifespan is about to reach its limit.

This is not the engulfment of the Black Tide, nor the sacrifice of war, but the end of the natural laws of life.

Despite possessing the power to shake the Black Tide and the "memory" to glimpse the future, Bai Mo still appears utterly powerless in the face of the silent passage of time.

People in this cycle will die.

It was at this moment that the train crew encountered the second unusual area.

The scene before me was completely different from the pure, unsettling blankness I had seen before, yet it revealed the scars of memory itself.

There was no particularly coherent visual flow. What appeared before them was a chaotic realm, like a shattered kaleidoscope.

Countless fragments of memory floated, tumbled, and collided. Each fragment shimmered with a faint light, illuminating a particular moment—

These fragments vaguely reveal a general chronological order: the earlier ones are brighter in color; the later ones, those that have experienced the deaths of more people around them, are shrouded in a deeper gloom.

“My dear friends,” that familiar voice rang out again at just the right moment, breaking the oppressive atmosphere brought about by these fragmented memories, “You’ve made much faster progress here this time, that’s commendable.”

Chang Yeyue appeared silently beside them. Holding a black umbrella, her dark red pupils swept across the chaotic sea of ​​memories before her, without revealing the slightest surprise on her face.

“Don’t worry,” she smiled slightly, “this little bit of ‘chaos’ is nothing to me. I will chart a safe path for you and help you… move forward.”

P.S.: The next two chapters are stuck in the review process again...

Chapter 269: Only a blank space remains.

Guided by Chang Yeyue, the train crew and others carefully traversed the sea of ​​shattered memories.

Countless shimmering fragments swept past them like cold meteors, each carrying a fragment of a torn past.

In these fragmented images, they witnessed time and again that lonely figure—Bai Mo, or rather, the one who was gradually becoming "Kamerslana," silently burying one former companion after another.

There were no grand ceremonies, no excessive words, only the repeated covering of soil on familiar faces until the grave was built, like nailing another cold coordinate marked "loss" on an endless wasteland.

One by one, generation after generation... the vibrant faces that once surrounded him gradually faded away, like autumn leaves falling.

In the end, apart from Bai E, Xi Lian, and a few others who had accompanied him from the beginning, he could no longer find any trace of his old acquaintances.

Then, the image freezes, dimming, like embers that have burned out.

Kameslana embarks on the cycle of reincarnation once again.

The first cycle ends, and the second cycle begins.

The second cycle ends, and the third cycle begins.

"Wait a minute?! This is over four hundred times already! Just how many reincarnations has Bai Mo spent in Onpharos?!"

Xing seemed to gradually understand. She looked at a fragment of memory—in the scene, young Sai Fei'er was clinging to Bai Mo's leg like a little pendant, while Bai Mo gently patted the little girl's head in a tone that was mixed with helplessness and a kind of bottomless weariness, calling her "Sai Fei'er 496".

This clearly numbered designation finally made the train crew and others realize the chilling truth—what Camerslan experienced was probably not a few or dozens of resets, but some kind of repetition in the hundreds, thousands or even tens of thousands!

However, her question seemed to sink without a trace. No one present—Walter, Danheng, or even the knowledgeable Black Tower and Screw Goom—could provide a definite answer.

They could only watch helplessly, like bystanders swept along by the current of fate, with increasingly heavy hearts, as that white figure once again embarked on that seemingly endless cycle of reincarnation amidst the ruins and rebirth of civilization.

After countless cycles of silhouettes, when the train crew stopped again, everyone frowned deeply at the sight before them.

“These places, filled with fragments and blank spaces… are becoming more and more numerous.” Walter’s voice was low and heavy, filled with an ominous premonition.

He looked around and saw that the threads of his memory were like those suffering from severe gangrene, with large gaps and disjointed fragments intertwined to form a chaotic and desolate scene.

“Previously, these ‘anomalies’ only appeared occasionally at the end of each cycle, as a sign of the end. But now… they have spread like a plague, covering most of the cycle.”

Memory itself is becoming riddled with holes.

He turned his searching gaze to Chang Yeyue, who had consistently guided them through these areas of abnormal memories, his tone carrying a barely perceptible urgency:

"Miss Changyeyue, with your knowledge, do you know what exactly is going on? Why has your memory deteriorated to such an extent?"

"It's a memory..."

However, it was not the long night moon that answered Walter.

A familiar yet unfamiliar voice, trembling slightly, came from beside Xing.

It is Mimi, who has been floating quietly all along.

Its small, pink body seemed to tremble slightly, and it answered in a somewhat trembling voice:

"It's memory... because... the only thing that can affect one memory is another memory."

These words sent a chill down everyone's spine.

“It’s right,” Chang Yeyue glanced at the pink squirrel, a complex light flashing in its red pupils, and continued the conversation.

“I wasn’t entirely sure before, but after witnessing so many cycles of decay, I have to speculate… that these blank spaces now might have originally held other memories.”

She paused, as if carefully choosing her words, before finally uttering that unsettling conclusion:

"But... they're not here anymore."

Chang Yeyue's words were light and airy, yet they were like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, stirring up ripples of unease in everyone's hearts.

"Not here anymore?" Xing subconsciously turned her head towards the big black tower in the team, hoping to get a more rational explanation.

Unfortunately... Daheita just shook her head solemnly. Her face, which usually carried an arrogant and all-knowing expression, now showed a trace of worry.

Even she, faced with this bizarre phenomenon occurring in the deepest recesses of consciousness and memory, could not give a definitive conclusion without sufficient supporting information.

Although the train crew members were still unable to fully piece together the reasons why those memories were fragmented and had large gaps in their understanding...

But actually, the root of this phenomenon is easy to understand, as long as you are willing to imagine that extreme burden—

Imagine a person's consciousness suddenly and passively receiving a massive amount of memories that are not entirely their own...

Does he... still have even a tiny bit of extra energy to actively remember, like a normal person, the bits and pieces of things happening around him that belong to "himself"?

For the recipient, these passively influxed memories belonging to "others" have, whether he likes them or not, long ago merged and blurred over time, becoming part of what he considers his own memories.

The boundary between the true "self" and the vast "other" has long been blurred, and may even be on the verge of collapse.

And then, for some reason, he eventually lost that vast amount of passively held memory about every detail of "others"...

What else could he have left besides the few memories he already had of himself?

All that remains is... a blank space where no color can ever be found again...

Continuing along the long path of memories of Kamerslana, the train crew had fallen into a speechless silence.

Words seem so pale and powerless at this moment. Any sentiments or evaluations become insignificant noises in the face of this weight that transcends the scale of time.

Aglaia362587

Tibao7785236

Wan Di 9636958

Among the fragments of memory, whose edges were already blurred and broken, they glimpsed a few cold and glaring names.

These numbers ending in millions are like the cruelest epitaphs, and their meaning... is self-evident.