Xing Tie, my abstract thinking ability is refreshed every week.

He's not actually someone who likes a peaceful life.

Chang Geng turned his gaze to March 7th.

But to repay Fu Li's kindness, he decided to postpone his chivalrous journey of eliminating evil and promoting good for a few days.

……

……

Azure Star, Commercial District.

"What are they?"

Chang Geng pointed to the passersby and asked.

"A person," March 7th answered truthfully.

"What are you?" Chang Geng asked again.

"people."

Chang Geng nodded approvingly.

Very good, she has clearly evolved from not being human to being human.

"What's that doing?"

On March 7th, seeing many men and women holding hands, I remembered Chang Geng's teachings to seek help when in trouble, and couldn't help but ask.

"Hand in hand."

Chang Geng glanced at it, then answered truthfully.

He was open to any question, and curiosity is a good thing; it helps her integrate into the world better.

"It's usually used to show that the relationship between each other is good, or to prevent one of them from getting lost."

Only men and women, or sisters, would hold hands.

Men usually show a good relationship by putting their arms around each other's shoulders and holding hands, which is disgusting to both themselves and the other person.

As soon as Chang Geng finished speaking, he felt a sudden chill creep up his right hand.

Looking back, slender, fair fingers rested on his palm, gently holding it. Moving his gaze upward, March 7th still had that same bewildered face, oblivious to everything.

"Even if you get lost, I can find you, so there's no need to worry."

Chang-Geng's attitude was indifferent, and he shook hands with her without any hesitation.

"March 7th, are you afraid of not having any memories of yourself?"

After shaking hands, the two changed from walking one in front of the other to walking side by side, and Chang Geng asked her a question.

Without memory, everything is blank, everything is unfamiliar. You don't know where you came from, nor where you should go.

It truly addresses three major issues in life, and it's not a joke.

who I am? where am I? What should I do?

The thought of not being able to get any answers on your own is enough to make one feel suffocated.

To be honest, this kind of start wasn't much better than him facing the Emperor's bow and arrow head-on; one was a physical hell, and the other was a psychological one.

March 7th shook his head in response.

This was unexpected; he had thought March 7th would say he didn't know.

Just as Chang Geng was about to ask why she wasn't afraid, he heard her answer first.

"Because Chang Geng is there."

March 7th said earnestly.

"Oh? You have good taste, lady."

Chang Geng accepted the compliment.

"Don't worry, I am the strongest numerical character in the modern world. There is no problem in this world that I cannot solve."

The two walked hand in hand, neither too fast nor too slow.

Strolling through the streets, March 7th can take in everything around it.

For Chang Geng, everything was new and unfamiliar; it was the essential element that truly constituted the person of March 7th.

A person cannot be empty; he must be filled with something.

As he walked, he suddenly felt that March 7's steps paused for a moment, but it did not escape the "commander's" perception.

Chang Geng followed her gaze and saw a square, sky-blue camera quietly displayed on the booth.

"Do you want that camera?" he asked.

Speaking of which, in the game's lore, she seems to have a trait of really liking to take pictures.

He didn't know the specifics of what happened because he never remembered useless things.

But now, he could understand why she wanted a camera.

No memory is equivalent to no existence record.

The photos that the camera can capture are the best evidence that she was here; they are unique "memories" that she slowly collected.

"Camera?" March 7th uttered blankly.

It seems she didn't know what that little square was.

It's normal that he doesn't know because he didn't teach him.

"It's okay if you don't know, but why are you focusing your attention on it?"

Chang Gung moved the explanation back a bit and asked why first.

"I don't know, I just have this feeling that I want to see."

March 7th wouldn't lie to him, because Chang Geng didn't teach him.

"Do you remember what I taught you? What should you do if you have a problem?"

Chang Geng asked again.

“Looking for Chang Geng,” March 7th replied honestly.

"Yes, look for Chang Geng."

After saying that, he took her hand and walked towards the shop.

In the end, as expected and without any suspense, he took it down.

The shop owner almost called security when he saw him carrying a bow, but luckily he managed to fool them by saying he was a cosplayer, a cosplayer, or a cosplayer of the highest order.

"This is called a camera, it's used to take pictures."

As they exited the store, Chang Geng handed her the camera and began to explain its features.

"Taking photos is like copying the people and scenery you love into this little thing. Pressing the shutter allows you to keep them inside as a memory of this trip."

Chang Geng didn't know any professional knowledge about camera focusing; he only knew that he could take a picture by pressing the shutter button.

"I'll search for the rest online later, you can look them up yourself."

Chang Geng handed the camera to her, then turned and walked slowly forward, returning to the initial pattern of following her back and forth so that she could ponder it more easily.

On March 7th, he took it and glanced down at the camera.

This process takes less than a second.

When she looked up again, seeing the back of the figure that had just turned away, her hand moved involuntarily.

She instinctively raised her camera.

Click!

Without any instruction, I pressed the shutter button, and the flash was fleeting.

I accessed the photo album on March 7th.

In the scene captured by the camera, the crowds passing by Chang Gung were covered by a bunch of disordered black data gibberish.

I don't know why, it could be a problem with her photography skills, or it could simply be a problem with the camera.

March 7th silently gazes at this photograph.

The crowd was blurry, but one profile was crystal clear.

It's like a reflection of reality.

While the people who passed by and the objects that remained there are certainly important, Chang Gung is the true anchor that shaped the person of March 7th, and is irreplaceable.

All beginnings originated with him, and March 7th only truly exists in the world because of his help.

On March 7th, I picked up my camera again.

Within the frame projected by the camera, the most important anchor point is turning its head, beckoning her to follow.

The pedestrians coming and going were still obscured by garbled text.

Within this small LCD screen, the reality becomes bizarre, except for one person who remains unaffected.

She suddenly remembered what Chang Geng had just said.

"Taking photos is about copying the people and scenery you love into this little thing."

She means…

The crowds were exceptionally dense, and the world was bizarre and wonderful.

—But I love you the only one.

Volume 1: NO.69: A New Pink-Haired Girl Appears (4k)

The edge of the Milky Way.

In a desolate, lifeless galaxy.

A mysterious tower looms in and out of the vortex, like the dwelling of a witch in a fairy tale.

Inside the tower.

Sunlight streamed through the pink stained-glass windows, creating a dreamy lighting effect that illuminated the bed and the sleeping person inside.

“Ms. Black Tower, an uninvited guest has arrived on your territory.”

A lifelike doll with split, brown, hip-length hair, wearing a black beret adorned with a purple iris, and jointed limbs, stood respectfully before the large bed, requesting permission.

"Ha~"

Upon hearing this report, the esteemed "Genius Club" member #83, a young, beautiful, and adorable human woman, half-opened her eyes, raised her hand, yawned, and sat up.

"Oh? An uninvited guest? A company? The Erudite Society? Or a member of the Genius Club?"

Black Tower's hair stood on end as he inquired about the specifics.

“A ‘commander’.”

The doll "Black Tower" bowed and replied.

"Commander?"

Upon hearing those two words, Black Tower became interested and immediately became alert.

"who?"

Hei Ta threw back the covers and stepped barefoot onto the cold floor.

"A 'Hunting' envoy."

The "Black Tower" retrieves relevant intelligence and sends it back through a special communication network between Black Towers.

"Based on eyewitness accounts, it should be the currently prominent 'Hunting' Envoy, the eighth Heavenly General of the Immortal Ship Alliance."

"Black Tower" answers all your questions.

"The eighth celestial general?"

The Black Tower continued forward.