Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

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The blank world shattered, a sense of weightlessness enveloped the black tower, and it rapidly plummeted into the darkness below.

My hands unconsciously try to grasp something, but I can't grasp anything.

As far as the eye could see, there was only darkness and mist.

"Qi Zhimu?"

The Black Tower called his name.

Or...did he eat me?

The moment the thought crossed her mind, the feeling of weightlessness vanished, and tactile feedback told her that she was now sitting on the ground.

The view gradually became clear.

A somewhat familiar scene came into view, and a piece of paper flew in from a certain direction with the wind and covered my face.

Hei Ta took it down and glanced at it; it was a calendar.

"Azure Calendar Year 2136..."

Black Tower froze, looked around, and then looked up at the sky.

Fine snow continued to fall, and snow was everywhere.

How could a calendar from hundreds of years ago be preserved so well?

…Didn't Azure Star successfully jump and arrive at its new home?

Where is Qi Zhimu now?

What's even stranger is that I didn't feel cold in this environment.

Suddenly, violent fluctuations appeared in the space not far away.

The black tower was very sensitive to fluctuations in spatial coordinates and immediately turned its head to look.

A boyish figure emerged from the snow and collapsed helplessly.

"Spatial teleportation..."

Black Tower recognized the device immediately, as it was a space jump device developed by her parents for emergency situations.

However, they are extremely difficult to manufacture and cannot be mass-produced. They are almost exclusively used for life-saving purposes in emergency situations, and are difficult for non-core personnel of the United Government to be equipped with.

Hei Ta observed cautiously for a moment, then quickly walked over, confirmed that the other person was unconscious, and carefully reached out to turn the other person over.

Unexpectedly, the hand passed right through the boy's body.

"..."

What happened?

A sudden sharp pain shot through his brain, and Black Tower involuntarily covered his forehead, fragmented images flashing through his mind.

A few seconds later, his eyes slowly froze.

In this situation… she seemed to suddenly have a vague recollection…

The sound of hurried footsteps approached, and Black Tower looked in the direction of the sound, then froze on the spot.

The person running this way was none other than herself.

She has a youthful appearance and looks only a few years old. The calendar she was wearing earlier must be the timeline here.

When I was little, I acted as if I didn't see her at all, running around with my shoulder bag slung over my shoulder, completely unaware that there was a boy lying on the snow.

As it passed by, it not only went through her body, but its toes also got caught on the boy, causing him to lose his balance and fall forward.

Fortunately, the snow on the ground was thick enough that no one was injured.

Little Black Tower frowned and turned around. When he saw a person lying on the ground, he was startled.

It was too dark, and she was in a hurry to get home, so she didn't see it for a moment.

Coming to his senses, Xiao Heita immediately contacted his parents.

Seeing this, the vague memories in Black Tower's mind became clearer and clearer.

The boy on the ground seemed to be called... called... Mu!

Black Tower shuddered as he recalled his childhood experiences.

Qi Zhimu's appearance bears several similarities to Mu Cun.

Could it be...? Could it be...?

"No, impossible!!"

Seeing his parents, whom he remembered, arrive and carry the boy away with his younger self, Black Tower took two steps back in disbelief.

Qi Zhimu is a ethereal being who possesses magic and is very powerful.

Mu, however, was a genuine human and possessed no special abilities.

The name Mu was not on the list of those who carried out the spacetime coordinate mission back then, so how could they be the same person?

Furthermore, at the end of 2140...

Recalling the unbearable past, Black Tower squeezed his eyes shut and shook his head. When he opened them again, the scene before him changed once more.

She stood at the somewhat familiar entrance hall.

A calendar hangs on the wall; January, 2137.

Vague fragments of memory re-entered my mind, corresponding one by one with the scene before my eyes.

Xiao Heita pushed open the door and entered. He took off his warm boots and passed by the calendar. Seeing that the date was wrong, he tiptoed and casually flipped over a page.

It's February now.

Then, she picked up the insulated container containing the pudding and went upstairs.

Upstairs balcony.

Mu Jingjing sat there gazing at the snow scene, motionless, like a statue.

Little Black Tower was used to this and walked straight to his side, opening the insulated box and taking out some snacks.

"Brother Mu, my mom made pudding, let's eat together."

"Thank you, Black Tower. I'm not hungry, you eat."

"I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry, I'm not hungry," that's all you say. Mom told me that I have to make sure you eat it, no matter what.

Ignoring Mu's refusal, Xiao Heita took out one of the dishes without saying a word, and held up a spoon in front of him.

"Open your mouth, ah~~"

The pudding, brought to my lips, had a smooth surface and a bright, vibrant syrup color.

Mu raised his dull eyes, and a girl as delicate as a porcelain doll came into view.

Her smile was sweet, and her rosy cheeks were radiant with eagerness.

"I can do it myself..."

"No, no, Mom often feeds me snacks like this. I want to try what it feels like to feed someone else."

"...Really, you don't need to..."

"Oh, please, I'm begging you, please, please."

"…All right."

Mu opened her mouth and put the pudding in it.

It has a delicate texture and a just-right sweetness.

Seeing the boy tasting the snacks, his cheeks twitching slightly but his expression remaining blank, Little Black Tower tilted his head.

"Hmm... I don't really feel anything special."

"So I'll just eat it myself, thank you for your kindness."

"No, and you don't need to thank me. Whenever I feel tired and uncomfortable, my mom feeds me my favorite snacks, and I feel better after eating them."

Little Black Tower filled another spoonful of pudding, its smile pure and simple.

"Although Xiaota doesn't know why Brother Mu is in a bad mood, and Mom and Dad don't say anything, maybe what I'm doing will cheer you up?"

Mu's gaze met the smiling face before him, and something inside her was unexpectedly touched.

"Thank you……"

"Look at you, doing it again. Be good, open your mouth~~"

Behind them, Black Tower stared blankly at everything.

The scene of the girl feeding the boy is heartwarming, but why does she only remember these things after witnessing the past?

Why did she forget?

Before he knew it, Little Black Tower had fed Mu the pudding in his hand, bite by bite, and then promptly shut his mouth.

"Saying thank you so much is not as good as showing your gratitude with actions."

"What can I do for you?"

"First of all, smile. It's a waste to keep a straight face, especially since you're so good-looking."

The boy managed to force a smile, revealing what appeared to be a gentle one.

However, Little Black Tower tilted his chin, looked left and right in contemplation, and shook his head repeatedly.

"You look beautiful when you smile, but Xiaota senses that you're not happy. Sigh, your mood still hasn't improved..."

The boy remained silent.

"Brother Mu, we've known each other for almost three months now. Where are your parents? Why haven't they come back to pick you up yet?"

As soon as she finished speaking, Mu's body trembled almost imperceptibly.

The atmosphere suddenly turned somewhat somber.

At this moment, two snow-white shadows flew in from outside the balcony and landed on Mu's legs and shoulders respectively.

Those were two snowy owls.

Snowy owls are very popular with animals in nature, and Little Black Tower is used to this, so he naturally reaches out to stroke the snowy owl's head.

The way the snowy owl squinted its eyes looked just like it was laughing happily.

Despite her admiration, she exudes a heartbreaking depression.

"...They are dead."