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

On March 7th, upon hearing a familiar voice calling, she turned around and saw the figure she had been searching for appear right in front of her. The worry on her face was instantly replaced by joy, and she ran towards him.

"Where did Chang Geng go?"

"They went to the dungeon," Chang Geng said casually.

You can't exactly say you went to see your biology dad and had sex with him in the wild, can you?

"Where is the dungeon?" March 7th asked, bewildered.

"Good question, I don't know either."

Chang Gung answered questions selectively.

Reply to what you should reply to, and absolutely do not reply to what you shouldn't.

Will Chang Geng disappear again?

Just as he was about to answer, March 7th grasped his hand again.

After all, that's what he taught him before: holding hands means having a good relationship and preventing them from getting separated.

"No, that won't happen. If I couldn't do whatever I wanted, wouldn't all my data be wasted?"

Chang Geng met her eyes, which were seven parts serious and three parts worried, and felt that it was understandable for her to ask such a question.

His world is vast.

But he personally shrunk the world; he didn't need much, he just loved numbers.

Her world is vast too.

But it was too empty. There were too many things coming and going, and she had no clear goal. In the end, all she could hold onto was herself, who was always by her side.

"However, if your destiny isn't with me, but somewhere else, on March 7th..."

Chang Geng wanted to talk to her about where to go next, but before he could even speak, he felt a tangible, cold, and pressure-filled gaze.

This pressure, without a doubt, is the strongest undead he ever buried!

He looked up and traced the line back.

A blurred, transparent "Forgetfulness" appeared behind March 7th. Her slender fingers, encased in black gloves, rested on his shoulders, and she tilted her head to peek out from beside his shoulders.

Her dull eyes stared straight at him, which was a little creepy.

The meaning behind his "forget" look was clear: think it through before you speak, as if she would be furious if he dared to continue.

'Wang, you're not dead!'

Holy crap, I've seen a ghost in broad daylight!

This was Chang Geng's first thought.

He originally thought that "forgetting" was a limited form of "Good Vision Heaven" that would only appear in specific environments or under specific conditions, and would not usually appear before encountering fatal danger on March 7th.

It seems that people can come out whenever they want, with no restrictions whatsoever.

Okay, he admits that his intelligence network lost this time.

"On March 7th, don't you feel a chill down your back, or a heavy weight on your body?"

Chang-Geng is a man who doesn't eat beef.

He can do whatever he wants, because he's an abnormally high-stat monster.

"Forgetting" is too weak a word to be used to make him back down with just a threatening look.

"behind?"

On March 7th, I turned around in confusion.

There was nothing behind her in her field of vision, and she herself did not feel the strangeness that Chang Geng had mentioned.

666, the Hidden Osmanthus Blossoms!

Unlike March 7th, in Chang Geng's eyes, "forgetting" never left her side from beginning to end.

When March 7th turned around again with a puzzled look, her ten fingers even left her shoulders, moved up nimbly, stretched out, and gently cupped March 7th's left and right cheeks.

It was as if they were showing him a rare treasure of the world.

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Presenting the most perfect object in the world, "Oblivion" cast its gaze upon him once more.

This time, his gaze, compared to the pure warning before, carried a hint of reproach, as if to say, "You're so ungrateful."

The implication is clear: how can you, with your body temperature at 36 degrees Celsius, have the nerve to discuss such a cold topic as destiny with such a beautiful and delicate girl?

'Such a heavy single pusher…'

Chang Geng just felt a little embarrassed.

Fortunately, it has nothing to do with him, otherwise that would be bad luck.

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"What's wrong?" March 7 asked, puzzled.

"Forget it, it's nothing."

Chang-Geng chose to temporarily submit to "forgetting".

It's really not a good time to talk about this. Let's wait until we find the Star Train first.

"Let's not talk about this anymore."

"I've decided on my next destination: Pinocchio. It's called Dream Star, which sounds like a great place for movies."

Chang Geng took her hand and said he wanted to take her back to find the Black Tower.

"Let's go and broaden our horizons."

March 7th followed along, bewildered.

She didn't know where the next stop was, nor did she know what Pinocchio was.

嗏

She looked up at the profile of the man so close to her.

Chang Geng rarely showed any negative expression on his face.

Because he firmly believes that there is nothing he cannot do.

Whether it's called "Commander" or "Star God"...

No matter what obstacles lie ahead.

This journey, this story.

Its ending will still be decided by him. If the happy ending goes astray, he can simply rewrite it back with numerical values.

On March 7th, her left hand was held by him, while her right hand tightly gripped the camera body that she hadn't let go of.

She lifted the camera with a shaky motion.

The flash effect was accompanied by a fleeting sound.

A snapshot taken in a split second.

The blurry profile of her face was imprinted on it, and yet another photo became a precious memory for her.

This is the best proof that she has been to this space station.

The two of them walked further and further apart.

But "Forgetting" remained silent, alone in the same spot, as if silently foreshadowing her final fate.

Those who remain will have a future.

Whether it's people or things, what's past will always remain in the past; time will not continue to flow over them.

"Forget" watched the two figures from behind.

There was no change in expression or emotional fluctuation.

"March 7th is in your hands now. Take good care of her."

"Forget," she murmured to herself.

For new life to sprout, its seed must be dead.

March 7th, the day you bid farewell to the past and were born from the six phases of ice.

Have you ever thought about what kind of self you should reflect?

Looking at her retreating figure, "Forget" thought she already had the answer to that question.

"Do not disappoint me."

"Forget," Chang Geng whispered.

She is the past shaped by the memories of "March 7th," and the obsession that exists to protect her.

Therefore, she knows best who her future enemies will be.

The fate of "memory" goes far beyond what people superficially understand.

In this shattered conspiracy, "forgetting" must not be allowed to become the next victim.

It was originally her responsibility to watch over the path of March 7th, but now there is undoubtedly someone more suitable than herself.

"Forget" took one last deep look at the two people's backs.

He then looked away, about to leave, when he heard a shout.

"Come on, what are you standing there for?" Chang Geng turned around.

To outsiders, he seemed to be talking to thin air, but only he knew that there was someone there.

Of course, that wasn't March 7th.

That was a girl named "Forget".

"Forget" looked up and glanced at him again.

Then he said nothing, his footsteps as silent as a ghost.

She stepped forward as he wished and stood shoulder to shoulder with him.

The three of them traveled together like this.

Putting everything else aside, Pinocchio is truly blessed.

Two unparalleled "commanders" graced us with their presence.

They can prepare "Hipe" as a substitute player in advance.

……

……

Pinoconi.

Bai Bai Meng Hotel reception.

Inside the magnificent, technologically advanced hotel.

A magnificent sight comes into view, and everyone who enters here feels an overwhelming aura of wealth and extravagance.

"Is this the treatment VIP users receive?"

Chang Geng watched as everyone along the way had their luggage checked, while he and March 7, relying on the Black Tower's influence, passed through without any hindrance. He could only say that skipping commercials was really useful.

Click!

On March 7th, he looked around.

This place is even bigger than the Black Tower Space Station. It's understandable that she would feel a sense of wonder since it's her first time in such a place.

"Forgetfulness" accompanied the two for a short distance, and when they were about to reach the Black Tower, she disappeared without a trace.

"The you in your dreams, no matter how powerful, is still an illusion."

Looking at the densely packed guest rooms inside and out, Chang Geng couldn't help but say that.