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Act Three: The Nemesis of the Memoirer

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Before the end of the Onpharos story, the people on the Star Train and the Black Tower found the Long Night Moon.

Taking advantage of the brief contact between the long night moon and Sunday, the black swans swim upstream along the river of fate...

"That being said, I also have to consider the long term."

"I intended to remain hidden in the shadows to avoid direct confrontation. But..."

After looking around at the narrow passage between fates, the black swan couldn't help but show a hint of doubt.

Why is it so deathly silent?

"The space was filled with a rich, yet chaotic, quality of memories, like fragmented memories being pieced together."

“Memory thieves should be flooding into Onphalos; this place should be ‘bustling’…”

"But...how did they become like this?"

The black swan looked ahead and saw a memory thief slowly floating in the empty void, without any reaction.

"Now, my curiosity has been piqued too."

Why is it her again?

Why are they focusing on her, a law-abiding and high-quality memory practitioner, when there are so many memory practitioners who have made mistakes throughout the entire Memory Court?!

Moreover, the future Star Train will most likely visit that place because of its own guidance...

“A large number of memory thieves have flooded into Onfaros.”

Beyond the mythology, the true form of the Laigushi rapidly analyzes and deduces from the known information.

"It's because of the girl on the Starry Sky Train's uniqueness; she bypassed the barriers I set up through her memories. The 'memory' involved more than one move, which surprised me quite a bit."

The black swan slowly stepped forward and examined the body floating in mid-air.

"...an empty shell. The consciousness that maintained this physical body has vanished. The method was swift and decisive, leaving no trace."

"..." The Black Swan tried its best to determine why the memory thief had died.

"Another possibility is that she sacrificed herself for some more secretive purpose."

"Whatever the reason, what exactly led these fanatical believers to such a state?"

She didn't understand; the secrets involved seemed to be beyond her imagination, whether it was the purpose of these memory thieves or the truth behind their deaths.

"Memory... truly an alluring yet dangerous deep sea. Beneath the surface, there always lie fascinating secrets."

After examining the body, Black Swan felt a strange sense of familiarity.

"I have a feeling that this scene also played out at Pinocchio."

She swore on the forty or so memory thieves inside her that he was telling the truth!

Chapter 116 The Natural Enemy of the Memories

The black swan continued on its journey and found two more corpses floating like balloons.

As she continued her investigation, some memories remaining in the two corpses also surfaced.

"Get ready, it's time to go," the calm memory thief reminded his companion beside him.

"Is everything alright? That world is shrouded in a chaotic mass of matter. That white band of light... has already caused our plans to fail many times." The memory thief, reminded by her, hesitated greatly.

"Don't worry. Ever since the pink-clad girl from the Starry Sky Train barged into Onpharos..."

"The barrier that had kept Yiting out has disappeared."

"It really was those nameless pioneers who helped us a lot."

"What are you so happy about? The more irrelevant people there are, the more complicated things will become. What if those pioneers find the seed of 'memory' first..."

"Then we can just steal it back, and that'll solve everything, right?"

"Speaking of which, there's a messenger and a memory-teller on that train, their allegiance is unclear. Be careful not to let them notice when you make your move."

"They really are everywhere," the Black Swan couldn't help but exclaim.

“Unlike the previous empty shell, these memory thieves… seem to have had contact with the stars.”

The lingering memories unfolded once more. This time, the memory thieves transformed into the likeness of March 7th, advising Xing:

"To gain your trust, let's start by introducing ourselves—Liuguang Yiting. You should be very familiar with it, right?"

But the moment they finished saying those words, the memory stopped.

“My memory came to an abrupt end, as if an invisible hand had extinguished a candle.” Black Swan’s expression grew increasingly grave.

"It seems the secrets ahead are far more murky than we imagined."

"It seems the 'messenger' was right. Yi Ting is indeed searching for something. The seed of 'memory,' could it be March, or something like March?"

Danheng looked at March 7th, then at the corner where the "messenger" was. He tried to connect all the known information, but ultimately some key elements were still missing.

"Long Night Moon".

She knew significantly more than they did, but couldn't communicate directly, and secret messages couldn't be shared directly in the chat room.

"Onpharos..."

There is likely some other crucial information they need to know hidden in this world; simply knowing that there is an Extinction Lord there is not much useful information for them.

There was no more information worth leaving behind for the Black Swan, so she continued forward.

Then she saw a bizarre and terrifying scene.

The number of Memory Thieves far exceeded that of the previous ones, and they were suspended in the void like corpses hanging from trees, withered and lifeless.

"What a... bizarre sight."

Putting aside their fear for the moment, the black swans began their search for their memories.

"It's out of control, completely out of control..." The voices of the memory thieves no longer carried confidence, but instead were filled with undisguised fear.

"Why didn't anyone tell us?!"

"That girl... is the nemesis of those who remember..."

"She's referring to March 7th?"

"That 'long night'...those black memory spirits...they devoured everything..."

Those who set out first... were all swallowed up... not even a trace of their consciousness remained...

"I regret it... I don't want to have anything to do with Onpharos anymore! Please!"

"No, don't come near me—no—!"

The black swan paused for a moment before continuing.

"For the sake of 'the memories of fallen gods,' you have implicated far too many innocent people; you deserve your punishment."

"But I am not here to condemn."

"The being you call 'Long Night,' tell me everything about her."

"Perhaps this could offer the survivors a glimmer of hope."

"The natural enemy of those who remember..."

The long night that devours memories—so this is the true power of the Long Night Moon?

She was gambling, gambling that her future self would have a good image in Changyeyue's mind—no, in Sanyueqi's mind. That way, the future Changyeyue would most likely not kill her.

"Good vision... Heaven..."

"Hmm?" Upon hearing this word, the black swan immediately became alert.

"So that's how it is. We were tricked."

"We are the victims. Yi Ting used us. 'Wu Lou Jing Zi' abandoned us."

"All she wanted was to find her lost sister."

"Find them. Kill them. Recover them."

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

"Dead. Dead. Dead. Dead."

"Dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead, dead -"

"..." The black swan fell silent once again.

"Now, I finally understand your fears."

"Thank you for the information. This information... is very valuable."

"In gratitude, I will take your remaining consciousness away from this place."

"It is both protection and punishment. In the mirror of a genius, you can reunite with your companions and reflect on your actions."

"But all of this is predicated on..."

The black swan turned around solemnly, and behind her stood a dark figure holding an umbrella.

The "long night" of memory, the nemesis of those who remember.

"I was able to get away from her unscathed."

"Find them...kill them."

Therefore, there must be a threat to March from the upper echelons of Yiting.

Chapter 117 Beyond the Sight of the Gods

Act Three: The Nemesis of the Memoirer

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Act IV: Beyond the Eyes of the Gods

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"God gazed upon this place, and the sun and moon concealed themselves, bowing to His hazy gaze."

"Is this magic unique to the City of Eternal Night, or just a whim of the person sitting in the tower?"

The Memory Maker appeared silently, and she traveled far to the Mirror of Memory to see the reflection of Bian Xing, all for that precious memory.

In the chaotic and hazy space, the beautiful white-haired girl looked expressionlessly at the memory-taker who had suddenly intruded. Beside her were several broken mirrors.

Each shard of mirror reflects her image from a different angle. Only one shard reflects the image of the one who remembers.

“Ah, I’m sorry, I’m getting distracted by beautiful memories again, Miss Kiana Kaslana. But I hope you can understand that even under the moonlight, the twinkling starlight has its own charm.”

"And I, most of the time, am preserving this starlight."

Kiana remained unmoved by the enthusiastic recollections, and said seriously, "You haven't introduced yourself yet."

Faced with Kiana's question, Yi Zhe naturally did not hide anything and answered truthfully.

"I am a believer in memory, a messenger of fleeting time, tirelessly searching for all the precious 'memories' in the world. In your familiar words, I could also simply be a photographer passionate about recording beauty and capturing fleeting moments."

Kiana compared herself to the Kiana in the light screen and the Herrscher of Fire who appeared in Otto's video, and looked herself up and down.

Aside from the face, the Kiana in the picture doesn't look like me at all, whether it's the temperament or... figure.

At the same time, a monotone muttering reached her ears.

"Why can Kiana, that idiot, still grow up...?"

Mei couldn't help but imagine it in her mind.

"Liuguang Yiting, I've had enough of their lame excuses."

Next, she won't let those memory thieves who like to skirt the rules get away with it just because of Yi Ting.

The fourth mirror.