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It's unclear whether Galakh was referring to his "mysterious" methods or whether Mikhail simply preserved the body through his own willpower.

"Old man, the Star Train has stopped operating, so it seems your nonsensical plan is no longer feasible."

Gallagher muttered to himself, regardless of whether the corpse could hear him.

Using the watchmaker's legacy to extend an invitation to the entire galaxy, and leveraging the prestige of the Star of the Gathering to attract various factions, he then incited them to fight each other.

Finally, they chose someone they could trust to reveal the existence of the "Star Core".

This is the Pinocene rescue plan that Mikhail left behind before his death.

The best outcome of this plan would be the arrival of the Star Train.

They transformed all the factions present into allies of "exploration," uniting them in a common goal and successfully rescuing Pinocchio.

Worst outcome.

Either the family and the company will both suffer losses, or the company will successfully acquire Pinocchio. "Star Core" can only wait and see how the company will handle things once the new leadership takes over.

It's normal that the former and the latter don't seem to be mentioned by the same person.

This plan was originally conceived around the Star Train, and it was filled with the old man's absolute confidence in it.

Therefore, if the Star Train does not become involved in the situation as expected, everything will immediately collapse.

This is why Gallagher said it was nonsensical.

"Fortunately, although the Star Train didn't come."

Gallagher muttered to himself as he looked at the corpse.

"But the descendants of the pioneers have come."

"He wasn't someone I found; he found himself by following in your footsteps."

"Perhaps this is what you 'nameless guests' call a kind of inheritance."

Gallagher smiled.

Where is what you're talking about?

"It's this memory bubble right in front of me."

Gallagher replied, "I guess there's something in there that only matters to the Nameless One."

"I checked the contents before, but in the end I found nothing."

"It's probably some kind of 'pioneer' cipher again, even more mysterious than mine."

"Sigh, is it another riddle teller?"

Chang Geng had had enough of the riddle-solving people's red tape.

But despite his words, he still placed his hand on the memory cannon.

Let's see what those gold coins Old Deng left behind are all about.

The thick, concentrated memory energy gathered and stretched outwards from the fingertips, as if forming a fine net that gently supported his palm.

A chill ran through Chang Geng's fingertips.

Logically, the flashback should have started right now, but he didn't see anything this time.

"It's empty inside."

Chang Geng withdrew his consciousness from it.

"empty?"

Gallagher never expected that the old man could leave a fake inheritance for his descendants.

Invincible.

Chang Geng remained silent.

Having had a premonition, he turned his gaze to Misha, who was following beside him.

From the very beginning of entering Pinocchio, the most strange thing was the presence of Misha.

If nothing unexpected happens, he will probably be involved with this memory bubble.

No matter what illusions are presented to him, Chang Geng only trusts his intuition.

“Misha, are you familiar with this person?” he asked.

"He is Mikhail..."

Misha looked at the old man sitting in the chair, her voice low.

"Yes, don't you think he looks a bit like you?"

The two men's facial features were very similar, which was Chang Geng's first deduction.

Misha fell silent, her expression clearly bewildered.

"Misha?"

Gallagher asked, puzzled.

It's as if they don't even know Pinocchio exists.

"Who are you talking to?"

Gallagher looked left and right but couldn't see a single person. Could this ranger be delusional?

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"Talking to a guy made of memory matter."

Chang Geng answered his question.

"Memory quality?"

Gallagher paused slightly, "You mean the person with 'memory'?"

"That's not it."

A person with true "memory" could never fail to see it.

"It's similar to your Memory Domain Meme, a man-made creation."

As Chang Geng spoke, he took his train ticket from his coat pocket.

"Man-made?"

Upon hearing those four words, Gallagher recalled his earlier conversation.

The old dog suddenly realized something and immediately looked at the memory bubble in the old man's arms.

Man-made things, and they even have this name.

And then there were Chang Geng's words just now...

"You mean this Misha is the legacy left by Mikhail?"

Gallagher asked, somewhat incredulously.

Memory is materialized into a physical entity.

As he had said before, the only way to achieve this was through the use of "memory" and "mystery".

The problem is that he didn't construct any history either.

Whose family has fabricated this history?

"The Fate Walker, isn't that amazing?"

Chang Geng answered with his own words.

"Are you sure you're not mistaken?" Gallagher asked repeatedly.

"I don't know, but my gut feeling tells me it is."

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“Take it, Misha.”

As Chang Geng spoke, he took off his train ticket from his collar and handed it to him.

"This should help you remember something."

No amount of talking can compare to firsthand experience.

Ahab was an unknown person from the time when Archivist still existed, and he traveled with Him for a long time.

The ticket He held could be said to have a unique and special characteristic, namely, that it contained the blessing of the "Pioneer" star god to a certain extent.

To put it simply, it's like being marinated by Akihiro's side for too long.

If Misha really is Mikhail, then he is the product left behind by this nameless visitor.

It's impossible for someone holding this ticket to have no reaction at all.

If not…

Sorry, there's no possibility that it isn't.

Because his intuition has always been very accurate.

"what?"

Misha accepted it without really understanding what was going on.

"Doesn't it look a lot like the thing on your collar scarf?"

Chang Geng pointed to the gold train ticket on his collar.

"Eh?"

Upon hearing this, Misha instinctively compared it to her own train ticket.

"It really is."

Although the colors and styles are different, it is clear that they were made by the same person.

Do you remember who gave it to you?

Chang Geng asked again.

He didn't know the specific procedures for obtaining a train ticket.

But Gallagher said it was awarded by a man named the train conductor.

In other words, there's an inescapable premise: getting on the bus.

How does Comisha get on the bus?

Does he know how to get on the train? Does he know about the Star Train?

If you can't get on the bus, then you'll have to be given to you by someone else, just like me.

"Who gave it to me...?"

Misha's mind was overwhelmed by the question, and her eyes were filled with confusion.

Everyone present was waiting for his answer.

"Tick!"

At that moment, a sudden chime of a clock rang out.

"Misha, you seem troubled."

A dwarf figure with a clock on its head suddenly appeared in Chang Geng's field of vision.

"No problem, let's perform the clock trick!"

The clock boy put his hands on his hips and said with a grin.

'Holy crap, MiO Mouse!'

Upon seeing this image, Chang Geng was immediately astonished.

Should this be broadcast or not? Do they have the copyright?

"Is this watch your friend?"