I created the Anomaly Control Bureau

Chapter 980, Section 975: Prank

Maren did not ask for any particularly powerful abilities or excessive memories. After all, the difficulty of fulfilling his wishes corresponded to the intensity of those wishes, so he naturally could not make any particularly grand wishes.

At the same time, there is no supernatural power in memories, and all he can take away is information, so he chose his original target—his own memories.

And the memories must be pleasant and safe.

This would not only allow him to understand me, but it would also definitely help me recover my mental strength, and relatively speaking, there would be no risk involved. The worst outcome would simply be that I wouldn't get it.

Furthermore, considering the stability of this memory, such a wish will not exceed the limits.

"What price?" he asked earnestly.

Upon hearing this question, the demon spirit replied earnestly:

"What you want is rather special. An ordinary fairy really can't satisfy you. After all, the memory you lost was definitely not caused by an ordinary problem, otherwise you could have solved it yourself, right?"

Marx and Engels nodded:

“That’s right. My memory problem is quite serious. It’s not something that an ordinary psychic can solve. Even drugs that can cure this kind of problem can’t work properly on me.”

The envoy looked up and sized him up a few times:
"Although your wish isn't the most boring or annoying kind, and I won't deliberately make things difficult for you, fulfilling your wish won't be easy. You don't seem like the kind of guy who can offer any valuable reward."

"Let me think about whether to make a deal with you or put you to a test..."

"How about this, I can give you a few tests, or if you agree to my deal, I can help you find that beautiful memory, or even help you find all the beautiful memories."

"But the price is that all other memories—the boring, the mediocre, the terrible, the painful—will belong to me, and you will never be able to get them back, no matter what method you use."

"How about it?"

Marx and Engels replied:
"Let's talk about the test."

Although in theory there shouldn't be any reality-distorting power in his memories, the "reality-distorting" power isn't exactly something that makes sense, and Marn wasn't going to take such a foolish risk.

Moreover, even if the memory itself is not present, making a wish may still mobilize other forces that distort reality.

His own power to distort reality.

After all, this situation is not without precedent.

Regardless of whether he can regain this memory or not, he is almost fully recovered in terms of mental strength.

The envoy was not surprised by this answer, and said calmly:
"Then you'd better be prepared. Although I don't intend to make things difficult for you, fairies' trials are never easy. Considering that your wish isn't immortality or incredibly powerful magic, I won't set up a trial for you that would take many years or only be completed after you leave this place."

"Okay, if you can play a good prank on me, I'll grant your wish."

Upon hearing this, Ma En lowered his head slightly and remained silent for a moment.

The envoy smiled:

"What? Feeling the pressure? It's not easy to satisfy a fairy."

"But don't worry, I can give you enough time to prepare. Just prepare a really good prank for me before you leave."

"But you only have one chance."

The fairy girl who had been standing at a distance also walked over with great interest:
"This challenge is actually pretty good, and quite interesting. Do you want me to help you think of something? I can offer my help for free, as long as I participate in designing this prank..."

As she said this, there was a hint of mischievousness on her face.

The envoy looked helpless, as if she were the mischievous child next door. "How long have you lived?" Ma En asked.

The envoy looked at Marx and Engels with some surprise:

Are you planning to play a prank now?

The fairy girl also looked at him with some curiosity:
"More than 1,700 years, according to your human counting methods, little envoy, how long have you lived?"

The envoy sighed:
"I've lived for over four thousand years, so what?"

Marx and Eng then asked:

Do you feel happy being alive?

The fairy girl said with a smile:

"Of course, there are new things every moment of life, and unlike you humans, I don't have to worry about a short lifespan, not to mention we can play tricks on you."

Marne looked at the messenger.

He sighed:
"It's alright. If only I had fewer suitors, that would be great. After all, I'm a fairy with divine power, so how bad could things get?"

Marx and Engels smiled:
"In other words, you feel quite happy with your life, but unfortunately, I actually played a cruel prank on you, which actually happened at the very beginning..."

"You do not actually exist."

The messenger was taken aback, while the fairy girl looked completely puzzled.

Marx and Engels pointed to their heads:

"I'm not making random wishes. My purpose here is to search for my memories. The truth is, I'm entering my own memories, and you are all memories I've created in my imagination."

The fairy girl looked at him with a hint of pity, and simply raised her hand and waved it in front of Marne:

"Are you crazy?"

Marx and Engels looked at the solemn-faced envoy and said:
"It's simple if you want to know the truth. Just try to grant my wish, and you'll find that you never existed at all, because I will naturally leave this memory."

"My fantasies will also dissipate."

The envoy asked solemnly:

"Do you know where the real me is in your crazy imagination?"

Upon hearing this, Marx and Engels also showed a look of sympathy:

"The other fairies may be dead or in hiding, but you've hit the nail on the head, because I might know where you are now, and if I'm not mistaken, you should have survived the apocalypse."

"But unfortunately, the Succubus Queen probably caught you in the process. If there isn't a great demon in Hell right now called the Prince of Elysium who is very devoted to pleasure, then that would be you in the future."

"If you're worried I'm lying, I can verify this statement in any way I want."

"But it doesn't matter, because even the verification of a lie is just my imagination. Just like all the expressions on your face right now are just fragments made up of my distant memories that I have lost."

"Sorry, I didn't mean to."

Upon hearing the words "Prince of Bliss," the messenger's face turned deathly pale, as if it were some kind of coded message with profound meaning to him.

"Bastard." He glared at Marne through gritted teeth.