I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 1058, Section 1053: A Dream Within a Dream (Thanks to The Moon Is Made of Stone)
Marx and Engels nodded slightly.

"Then all I can do is find a way to take him in, but that's the hardest thing to do. After all, considering his characteristics, it probably won't be easy for me to use his abilities right now."

"Not to mention that I can't even sense the abnormal control bureau right now."

The fairy nodded:

“That’s right. Considering your current situation, accurately containing and utilizing those with no memory is probably our biggest challenge. Compared to that, finding the Bureau of Anomalies is not a problem.”

"I have prepared the latter for you. It is as simple as breathing for you. Of course, depending on the extent of your injury, this 'breath' may take a different length of time."

"But containing those who cannot remember is completely different. This problem cannot be solved on its own because those who cannot remember actually have a significant advantage over you in terms of ability. That's why we have a plan to strengthen your resistance in this area."

"This matter is actually determined by the nature of the Control Bureau. Although the Control Bureau may seem like something that can be used by capturing anomalous items, in the end it is just a variant of your reality distortion power."

"You are the one who truly achieves all of this, so it's all built on your abnormally stubborn understanding, which is your madness as a reality distorter."

"Of course, the understanding I'm talking about isn't understanding in the true sense. Your understanding of him doesn't need to be built within a certain knowledge system. I'm talking about your unique and biased 'understanding,' or to be more precise..."

"It's your own arrogant understanding as a madman, but that's the problem."

"While this understanding doesn't require you to truly grasp the so-called essence of these anomalies, you at least need to be able to understand them in detail, and before that, you need to be able to perceive their existence."

Marx and Engels also understood:

"So his characteristics dictate that, in this situation, I must first overcome the problems of understanding and perception before I can use my power as a reality warper to manipulate him."

The fairy nodded heavily:
"That's right, so the best way to solve the problem is to rebuild your cognitive resistance, such as by trying to adjust your current recovery direction, or by finding information specifically for people who can't remember."

"But under the current conditions, this is not a simple matter. After all, you shouldn't have forgotten..."

"I am just a memory, and I can't offer any help from the power of fairies. Moreover, I can't solve this kind of problem simply with knowledge. Of course, it's not that I have no way."

"Although I don't have that ability, you probably already have the answer yourself."

"It's just that you haven't found it yet."

Marx and Engels asked:

Are you referring to my memories?

The fairy girl smiled:
“That’s right. If the plan is implemented as we expect, we will definitely have the time to make sufficient preparations to deal with those who cannot remember, and given your personality, you should do the same.”

"In that case, you must have something useful in your head."

Marx and Engels nodded:

"So the problem now is how to get it out."

The fairy said confidently:
"Don't worry, leave this to me. I'm saying that I can't solve this problem with my current abilities, but that doesn't mean that none of the versions of me in your memory can solve this problem."

“I am not real, and that is quite important because it means that to you 'I' am like a piece of clay that can be molded at will, and the material used for shaping is your memories.”

"Sit down, I'll show you some further places."

Marne roughly understood what she wanted to do and sat down facing the ocean, following her directions:

"You want to help me find more suitable memories?" Xiaoti nodded and sat down on the beach next to Ma En.

"That's right, I'm just an illusion, so all I can provide you is information. In fact, what I possess isn't all the information I have, but only the part that you know I have."

"After all, I am your memory of me."

"But thankfully, your understanding of me isn't entirely superficial..."

As she said this, she looked up at the horizon and said:
"Do you remember why we're here today?"

This is a rather strange question, because she should know she couldn't possibly know the answer; conversely, it should be a rhetorical question for her to know the answer already…

Thinking about this, Maren suddenly realized the problem.

That is, what she just spoke was not any language she was familiar with, nor did it have the heavy feeling of Gulama, but rather some kind of syllables that sounded somewhat light and relaxing.

"What are we here for?" he asked in return.

The fairy continued to gaze at the sea:

“We’re here to train, and this is probably the most difficult thing you’ll ever encounter to conquer. You know what I mean?”

Ma En felt that her problem was like some kind of intangible insect, slowly crawling up her neck to the vicinity of her skull, trying to sneak in quietly when she was relaxed.

Clearly, she was engaging in some kind of behavior involving unusual information that she didn't understand.

After a moment's hesitation, Marx and Engels decided to trust the other party:

"ocean?"

The fairy's expression turned to one of reminiscence, and a smile unconsciously crept onto her lips:
"Yes, if we exclude the severed limb and the bunch of bastards hiding behind us, she should be the most dangerous creature we can encounter. But among creatures of similar strength, she is actually the safest, after all, we are all her children."

“Life like yours and mine can all be traced back to her. Perhaps there were different people involved at the beginning, but there is no doubt that we all have her ‘blood’ flowing through our veins.”

"Whether it's human blood or fairy blood, it's all her gift."

"That's why when we try to challenge her, our mother doesn't have the heart to retaliate against us, which is why we're able to train here."

"Because she won't hurt us."

Mar and Eng looked puzzled:
"So when you said we came here for training, you meant we were taking in this guy?"

The fairy smiled:
"Don't worry, that's why I said it's training. Of course you can't take her in, but trying something impossible is good for you, and who knows, you might actually be able to do it in the distant future."

"Of course, this is a very distant goal. Even I can't imagine such an achievement, and it seems that you are still far from being able to do it."

"Sorry for dawdling. Actually, I've already made all the preparations, but you living beings always dawdle like me when facing death, always trying to delay a little longer..."

As she spoke, a hint of sadness appeared in her eyes:
"Please forgive my hesitation. After all, the moment you leave, I, as an illusion, will also dissipate. It's ironic, really, that I've never truly lived, yet I'm somewhat afraid to face my own death..."

She smiled and shook her head:

Goodbye, Marx and Engels.

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