I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 926, Section 921: The Secret of Memory (Resurrection!)
Like a seabird taking flight with the rising tide, Marx and Eng quickly left the beach that was about to be submerged. Although a few of their feathers were wet, they still managed to evacuate successfully with most of their strength.

There was nothing in the book.

His first feeling was, of course, disappointment.

But aside from that, Ma En also felt a sense of relief.

Because these blank sheets of paper dispelled the doubts that had been weighing on his mind—these blank sheets of paper were like walls that could be clearly seen with the eyes and truly touched with the hands, allowing him to see the boundaries of his memory space.

This was the problem that Mar and Eng had always been worried about; before this, he couldn't even see the existence of the boundary.

Until this moment.

Aside from these blank sheets of paper, what truly caused the memory breakdown was more of one's own abnormal behavior than one's own exploration of the boundaries of memory, which also raised some concerns for Marx and Engels.

Perhaps what he was in wasn't his own memory at all, but something much larger.

For example, things that entered one's mind in the past due to some unusual forces, such as unusual information that may have been like common sense in the past, lurking deep in everyone's consciousness.

When you travel back in time, you may also enter various abnormal areas of your own brain.

His concern stems from the fact that many of Karina's memories, including hers, don't quite blend together with other memories, and if that's the case, it could lead to a problem.

That is, he probably won't be able to tell in a short time whether those memories are really his own.

However, these memories are not without clues, and this boundary crossing further confirms Marx and Engels' conjecture.

Among these seemingly incongruous memories, there are always some more similar memories that keep recurring, namely the memories of this supervillain related to the magician.

This memory appears more frequently and is more relevant than the others, and it seems more like his own memory.

This ability to touch the boundary further validates Marx and Engels's conjecture that if other memories have no boundaries, it's because they are not one's own memories, but rather the result of some abnormal forces and phenomena.

The places where boundaries exist are naturally likely to be real memories.

Maren wasn't sure if this was good news or bad news, but thankfully he wasn't in a hurry to sort out these tangled memories, since it was only a matter of time.

Now he has more important things to do.

Moreover, it is very likely that once he fully restores his power, these problems that seem somewhat chaotic to him now will become clear, and there may even be a chance to solve them directly.

And there's something even more important.

That is, if his judgment of the information in his mind is correct, then these memories that appeared due to unknown abnormalities may have a larger boundary than he imagined.

In other words, if you want to find unusual martial arts that can be brought back to reality, you should stay away from these fragments that are more likely to be your own memories; in other words, stay away from magicians.

After making this judgment, he immediately added staying away from magicians to the necessary conditions for his search and decided to test whether his idea was correct.

With these preparations in mind, Marx and Engels patiently searched for their next destination.

Snapped.

It's like popping a bubble.

The bright and glaring light shone on Ma En like a searchlight, making him feel as if he were being watched by something, as if all eyes in the room were on him.

But after a moment, he realized that although people were coming and going around him, no one was looking at him.

He was only illuminated by the lights inside the room. The towering white walls, like a huge ancient wall, enveloped him and all the young men and women passing by. Various items that looked like works of art were hung at different heights on the walls, and the middle of the road was also filled with exhibits in glass cases.

But no matter how you look at it, this doesn't look like a museum. Even ignoring the walls that are probably tens of meters high, the men and women walking around it look quite unusual.

Many of them were dressed in the simple cloth clothes that Maren was familiar with—clothes that Maren often saw in the martial arts school—and most of them exuded an unsettling aura.

Not to mention that many people carried weapons directly on their bodies, many carried swords of different lengths on their backs, and many more hung their weapons on their waists, and some even held their weapons directly in their hands.

But no one found it strange.

Martial artists, all of these guys are martial artists.

He's come to the right place.

Ma En immediately looked up at what was on the wall.

Those so-called "artworks" were all exhibits similar to calligraphy and paintings, but Marx and Engels immediately realized that these things were displayed here not entirely because of their artistic merit.

Almost all the calligraphy and paintings exude a powerful martial arts aura.

Besides these calligraphy and paintings, there are also various weathered weapons hanging on the walls, while the glass cabinets contain many "broken walls and ruins," fragments of certain buildings, huge stones split in half, and ground that was obviously moved from other places.

These things all retain different martial arts auras.

If he were a martial artist who had already entered the Acquired Realm, these dazzling martial arts auras would likely broaden his horizons and give him a more profound understanding of martial arts.

This is like a martial artist's dream paradise.

This can also be seen in the eyes of the other martial artists. They all walk very slowly, and whenever their eyes catch something of interest, they stop to watch.

Although all the martial artists were trying to restrain themselves, an irrepressible excitement still flowed throughout the "museum." If there hadn't been anything to stop them, some of the martial artists would probably have already started fighting over what they saw.

This also subtly hints at the unusual nature of this place.

Moreover, although these martial artists were observing various collections, they did not actually stop there. The martial artists around them were not wandering around randomly, but rather moving forward in a certain direction, stopping and starting.

In other words, either this is a one-way passage with limited time for their visit, or these martial artists are heading towards some part of the museum.

Noticing this, Ma En looked around and found a young man who seemed easy to talk to.

He walked over and casually asked:

Are you looking forward to it?

The martial artist looked at Mar and Eng in surprise:

"Of course, who wouldn't look forward to it? Most martial artists would never have had such an opportunity in the past. If you really understand what he said, you might not encounter any obstacles before reaching the Innate Realm."

Marx and Engels tentatively said:

"That's true, after all, that's..."

The martial artist naturally revealed a look of longing:

"Divine Fist".

　The September attendance superstar is back!
　　(End of this chapter)