Starry Sky Railway Travel Agency, popularizing Destiny in Genshin Impact.

Screw Gum glanced at the books on the bookshelf, where almost 90 percent of the books contained the knowledge needed to invent the "imaginary number collapse pulse".

"Indeed, after imprisoning him, they will force him to learn about 'imaginary number collapse pulses'?"

The servant took a deep breath and said.

"You should ask him about this."

Dr. Truth looked at the elderly Chadwick, who was casually sitting in a corner of the room.

He stared blankly ahead, as if he had no idea they had arrived.

The servant glanced at Chadwick, then turned to look at Luo Feng beside him.

"Go ahead." Luo Feng patted the servant's shoulder.

"You must be very eager to know whether the company has received the 'imaginary number collapse pulse'."

"You are the anchor now. Once you get close, he will wake up."

Upon hearing this, the servant nodded and approached Chadwick with slightly heavy steps.

Just as Luo Feng said, Chadwick finally made a move when the servant came closer.

"Has the company sent another new person?"

"It's no use. I've said the same thing countless times. I'm of no use to you now."

Chadwick stared straight ahead, not even glancing up at his servant.

The servant took a deep breath, knelt down, and looked directly into Chadwick's rather cloudy eyes:

“I am not a member of the company, Dr. Chadwick.”

“Hmm? That voice?” Chadwick frowned, a glimmer of clarity appearing in his eyes. “You’re the detonator who pressed the ‘imaginary collapse pulse’?”

……………….

Chapter 564 The company went to great lengths to achieve the imaginary number collapse pulse.

"No, you are not the detonation expert I met back then."

"But why do I feel a strange sense of familiarity with you?"

Old Chadwick stared at his servant, muttering with extreme confusion.

The servant opened his mouth, unsure how to explain, and could only look at Luo Feng beside him.

But then, Chadwick's face lit up with a look of realization.

"So that's how it is, this isn't reality."

"You... have explored my memories, but you're not one of the company's people, are you?"

Chadwick asked.

He vaguely remembered the scene of the servant refusing Dudley's request to press the detonation button.

Although he knew these images were not real, that did not prevent him from seeing the difference between the servants and the company.

"Yes, I am indeed not a member of the company."

"I am just a passenger."

The servant nodded and said.

"A passenger...?"

Chadwick smiled and said:

"Although I don't know how you got here, it's great. I haven't had a normal conversation with anyone in a long time."

"May I speak with you, ma'am?"

The servant naturally had no reason to refuse.

After all, Chadwick in front of her could be considered an indirect guide who led her onto her destiny.

"What would you like to talk about, Dr. Chadwick?"

"The servant asked."

“Well…” Chadwick said, looking troubled.

"Your arrival was rather sudden, and for a moment I didn't know how to answer you."

"But I think since you're here, you must have some kind of purpose, right?"

"Perhaps you could ask me the questions?"

Looking at the embodiment of Chadwick's subconscious before him, and recalling Chadwick's request in Pinocchio's dream, the servant spoke:

"Then may I ask why you are in this room, and whether this is company property?"

Upon hearing this, Chadwick nodded slightly and explained:

"This is indeed an office arranged by the company."

"Of course, it's also where I eat, rest, and live."

“I have everything I need here, and they will meet any of my requests.”

"I just... lack freedom."

Once the topic was set, Chadwick seemed to open up and began to express his true feelings.

Perhaps in his mind, he really hadn't spoken to anyone in a long time.

"At first, the people in the company were very polite. They would try to entice me with all sorts of things, wanting to exchange them for my knowledge."

"It's just a pity that it's useless, after all... hehe."

Chadwick's lips curled up, seemingly a little smug.

"Is it because of selective blocking drugs?"

"The servant asked."

"You actually knew?!" Chadwick looked at the servant in surprise and said:

"It seems you know more than I thought."

“You’re right. The selective blocking drugs developed by that genius pharmacist made me forget about them.”

"After probing for a long time, the people in the company finally realized this."

"Later they lost patience and began to force me to read theories and literature related to the application of imaginary numbers."

[Falushan: As expected, the people from Interstellar Peace Corporation would choose this approach.]

[Barbara: Doesn't this make things quite bad? Those companies are even starting to use force to pressure Chadwick into learning about the relevant information.]

[Disia: Even if a martial artist loses their memory, their fighting instincts remain. If their past training methods were presented to them, the amnesiac martial artist could quickly master the martial arts techniques contained within those methods, relying on their physical instincts.]

[D'Artagnan: That's true. After all, bodily instincts aren't something you can just forget. I suppose it's similar for the brains of scholars, right?]

[Erhesen: The brain is a rather peculiar organ; its condition cannot be generalized to the condition of the rest of the body. However, if the brain is undamaged and intelligence has not declined, it will indeed access previously learned knowledge more quickly.]

[PhD: The people at the company must have the same idea, which is why they made the decision to force Chadwick to learn about imaginary numbers.]

[Maranie: So... isn't this a really bad situation?]

"Have you... regained control of the 'imaginary collapse pulse,' Dr. Chadwick?"

The servant took a deep breath, his expression somewhat complicated.

Her experience of pressing the detonation button for the "imaginary collapse pulse" made her somewhat unable to have any expectation that the company would acquire such a weapon.

Fortunately, Chadwick's next words relieved the servant.

"No, selective blocking drugs are more effective than I expected."

"It not only blocked the knowledge related to imaginary number collapse impulses in my mind, but also directly blocked my ability to learn related knowledge."

"No matter how many books they made me read about imaginary number theory, I couldn't memorize them."

"Later on, even the people from the Interstellar Peace Corporation had to accept the fact that I had become a useless old man."

Chadwick laughed at this point.

It seemed as if he was recalling the helpless expressions on the faces of those company employees when they learned of the situation.

"Can selective blocking drugs really have such a powerful effect?"

"Has your genius intelligence perhaps declined due to the selective blocking drug?"

The servant sighed and asked curiously.

"No, not at all. At least when I browse books other than those on imaginary number theory, I can quickly learn the knowledge from them."

"Even if these aren't my areas of expertise, I'd be happy to share some irrelevant knowledge with you if you're interested."

Chadwick said with a smile.

"No need for that, I am not a scholar."

"Without your genius-like mind, I probably wouldn't be able to remember the 'unimportant' knowledge you mentioned."