The Most Powerful Brain in the Interstellar Space

Chapter 29 Strange Space (Part 2)
Jiang Hui doesn't like working in her study; she uses it more as a private storeroom for her books. So, the majority of the ten-square-meter room is made up of shelves for books.

There was only a small table placed by the window for her to read on. Now, the view outside the window was completely dark, with nothing else in sight.

However, Jiang Hui didn't notice these things. Instead, she wondered—where did all the books she had collected in the room go?!
All nine bookshelves of various sizes in the room are now empty, even cleaner than when they were first bought—after all, when they were new, there might have been an instruction manual left on them.

Jiang Hui's mind went blank for a moment. Where was her book?

Even after seeing it with her own eyes, she still couldn't quite believe it. She walked carefully to the bookshelf and examined it closely for a while before finally confirming that all the books in the room were gone, except for the calendar hanging by the window.

Jiang Hui felt a rush of energy to her head, her brain went numb, and she couldn't catch her breath.

It could be said that the shock of discovering she was back here was not as great as the shock she felt at this moment.

When she left the study, her steps were almost floating. She floated back to the hall, feeling utterly empty. She had lost all sense of purpose in life.

Looking at the mutated computer in the hall, its page still stuck on the interstellar test tube from their earlier experiment, Jiang Hui suddenly had a whimsical thought. If she had thought about it, would those books have come crashing back to her? Or perhaps it was simply because she hadn't thought about it.

Then try it.

Unfortunately, it seems to have failed. Jiang Hui tried many methods to think about it, whether it was "the books in the library", "the dazzling array of books", or recalling the general order and category of the various bookshelves... but the computer screen didn't give any response.

Instead, she only thought about the vase that used to be on the desk in the study, and it suddenly appeared in the study with a "thud".

This made Jiang Hui even more convinced that the books in the room could be found; perhaps her belief just wasn't strong enough.

So she tried again, but unfortunately, it was still the same in the end. She couldn't even conjure a book cover, let alone a book. This greatly discouraged Jiang, who had thought she would soon be able to get her precious library back.

Wait...maybe the method is wrong. We can't achieve this overnight. Perhaps we need to be more specific and think about it one book at a time.

Let her think about what books are in her library.

Sigh, Jiang Hui is by nature a careless person. She usually only looks at the results and rarely pays attention to the details. For example, when it comes to reading books, she doesn't look for recommendations. She picks books randomly, buys them if they catch her eye, and selects the ones she likes to keep.

But she almost never makes a point of remembering book titles, unless they're the kind that's been read so many times they're practically worn smooth. Most of the time, she just glances at them and gets a general idea.

So now things are really tough; if you ask her to pick out a single book—she really can't think of one right away.

After all, she couldn't even remember the book titles, so how could she possibly remember the book's shape, color, and layout? So now a big problem has arisen: she can hardly remember the titles of those books, and she's not sure about them. For the ones whose titles she knows, she can't quite remember the colors and patterns... Anyway, she suddenly feels that this task is quite difficult.

Even one book is this difficult, so even if she could manage to get her hands on one... she can't possibly remember all of her books! She really only reads them; she doesn't have a photographic memory.

Jiang Hui felt as if the raging fire in her heart had suddenly become weak and almost extinguished. What was she still doing? It felt like an impossible task.

Finally, she painstakingly rummaged through her memories and pulled out an old book. To be honest, she never imagined that this was the book she had hidden so deeply in her memory. It truly was a case of "you never know until you experience it." She repeated the "materialization" process, and this time the computer responded immediately.

It took a little time, but this time it worked. Jiang Hui returned to the study and walked around before finding a familiar book on the farthest bookshelf. So, it really was going to be one book at a time?

Jiang Hui took down the brand-new book, her feelings somewhat complicated. Because apart from its condition, it was exactly the same as she remembered.

Strictly speaking, this book wasn't bought by her; it was an early childhood education book her mother bought for her when she was little, and it had been with her for even longer than this house existed.

Actually, she didn't particularly like the book, but at that time, resources were scarce, and even a small book was a rare treat. She had read it countless times. Every little story inside had clear and distinct illustrations.

She still remembers the silly, quirky donkey on the cover, paired with the "small events, big lessons" tagline next door, which honestly wasn't very convincing.

But looking at it now, it's quite poignant. She stared at the donkey's face, couldn't resist flicking it with her index finger, and then opened the book, intending to appreciate what she hadn't read in years… huh? What is this?!
Jiang Hui was dumbfounded. She glanced at the pages and flipped through a dozen or so, but it was still blank.

Then, still not believing it, she flipped through the pages like she was looking at a comic book, and sure enough, every page was blank. It was a completely blank book—except for the cover.

The girl's face went blank, and her hand holding the book involuntarily fell to her side. What is all this stuff? Could it be...?

She grabbed the book and dashed out of the living room to the mutated computer.

Then she turned to the blank title page, stared at it and roughly confirmed the layout of the book title, and sure enough, a line of text appeared on the next page, just as she had expected.

The computer screen then updated again, displaying the fourth line.

This time, however, she didn't try to decipher the gibberish; instead, she slumped dejectedly into the boss's chair.

So it really does take page by page to be visualized in order to restore it; otherwise, you'll just end up with nothing.

Like this book, she can't create anything just by thinking about the concept of a book, but when she conjures up a specific book she remembers, it works again, but only for the part she remembers and thinks about. Content from books she doesn't think about, naturally, won't come to her.

What? This isn't a wish-fulfilling space; it's more like a creation space, and a rather laborious one at that.

It sounds amazing, but the problem is that this thing is completely useless in Jiang Hui's hands. She doesn't even know where she is, why she is here, or how to get out of this strange predicament.

What is she going to do with this? Is she going to create a new world here and become a creator god?

A single word became a prophecy; it was fate and destiny.

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