Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

She couldn't see the man's face clearly, nor did she know what name he used now.

But that voice, that address, made her tremble with fear.

If it really is Mu, why would he appear in the rebel camp?

No one could give her an answer.

The spacecraft quickly changed direction and sped toward the coordinates of the distress signal.

Currently, Black Tower can only watch helplessly as an observer, unable to move or adjust its perspective.

She was now extremely eager to see the driver's face.

I just want to confirm if he is Brother Mu, who died in the maze area in his early years.

Just as the spaceship was about to enter the subspace world where the vengeful spirits resided, it suddenly plummeted vertically to the ground.

The man took off his helmet, unfastened the safety buckle, stood up, and turned his head.

In that instant, Black Tower was finally able to see his face clearly and involuntarily covered his mouth.

That face…that face…

Who else could it be but Qi Zhimu?!

Only now, with all her missing memories returning, has she finally recalled parts of her forgotten childhood.

After her parents passed away, her brother Mu, who depended on her for survival, was named Qi Zhimu!

"...How could I forget, how could I forget..."

"But...why...?"

Why do people with the same name have completely different life species and abilities?

The man before me, Qi Zhimu, who had killed the rebels and was piloting a spaceship to the coordinates for help, was clearly a former human.

However, the magician Qi Zhimu, who made a pact with her, was an ethereal being.

"What exactly happened during that time...?"

Qi Zhimu quickly removed his specially made protective suit, activated the spaceship's space camouflage shield, and left the coordinate transmitter as a positioning anchor point.

Without hesitation, he disembarked and rushed alone into the subspace entrance ahead.

The Black Tower's perspective couldn't follow the past; it could only watch helplessly as his figure disappeared.

At that moment, her expression turned ugly.

A subspace turbulence erupted in this labyrinthine area.

This phenomenon does not directly endanger life, but it disrupts the connections between different subspaces.

It's like putting slips of paper numbered 1-100 into a cardboard box in order and then reaching in and stirring them around.

Once the action stops, the numerical order of the hundreds of slips will be completely messed up.

If Qi Zhimu hadn't left a coordinate transmitter before leaving, it would have been virtually impossible to find the spaceship again later.

Finally, the scene before my eyes changed again.

Black Tower found himself with his feet off the ground, floating in the air like a ghost.

She heard hurried footsteps behind her, and a figure rushed straight through her body, moving forward without regard for anything else.

"Brother Mu..."

Black Tower subconsciously had the urge to follow, and its figure floated forward in sync, quickly catching up with Qi Zhimu.

But that's all.

He couldn't hear her calls.

He couldn't feel her touch.

Unexpectedly, this follow lasted for more than two hours, and Qi Zhimu never stopped.

During the journey, Black Tower even saw the vengeful spirit that destroyed the spaceship drifting across the sky, but he couldn't detect its presence.

Qi Zhimu, who was on the ground, was also ignored by the vengeful spirits.

Clearly, it only harbors resentment towards things that fly in the sky.

Black Tower had no time to ponder who created the vengeful spirit; instead, it began to speculate about what it might see next.

After several more hours, Qi Zhimu finally found his target.

—A severely damaged spaceship that crashed to the ground.

What happened next left Black Tower completely frozen in place, his mind blank.

Qi Zhimu struggled to crawl into the severely damaged cabin, carried her out covered in blood, and quickly checked her injuries.

"...Internal organs ruptured, 70% of the bones broken..."

He held the girl tightly in his arms, the rich green light enveloping her.

An incredible scene unfolded: bathed in green light, the dying girl's tightly furrowed brows slowly relaxed, and her injuries healed at a speed visible to the naked eye.

When the green light faded, Qi Zhimu's face was pale, with hardly any color left.

Clearly, using such capabilities comes at a huge cost.

"Not a ethereal life form... but this peculiar power... could it be that it has made one a rare journeyor on the path of destiny?"

The Black Tower is only mentioned in some books, and I have heard some related information from my elders. My understanding is limited, so I dare not make any definitive statements.

Once he confirmed that the girl's condition had stabilized considerably, Qi Zhimu immediately carried her away.

Just as they were away from the spaceship wreckage, a chilling aura approached, and the ordinary vengeful spirits that had wandered here suddenly launched an attack.

When he realized it, there was no way to avoid the attack. In order to protect the girl, Qi Zhimu could only turn around with her in his arms and take the attack of the vengeful spirit for her, which injured his eyes as a result.

He retaliated by kicking the vengeful spirit in the chest, a sharp blade extending from his toe, which plunged into its brain and churned rapidly.

The vengeful spirit screamed mournfully before finally dissipating into gray mist.

It was at this moment that the girl in his arms woke up.

The familiar warmth and scent flooded her heart, and she was stunned for a moment before letting out an incredulous, weak voice.

"...Mu, brother? It's you...is it really you?!"

However, she did not see the man with blood seeping from his eyes, who was trying his best to suppress his pain.

A hand emitting a faint green light brushed across his eyes, and a miraculous healing power took effect, barely easing some of the injuries.

but--

Looking back at the past from the future, the Black Tower sees the entire process clearly.

Although the bleeding from Qi Zhimu's bloodshot eyes had stopped, no matter how much he blinked, his pupils remained blank and unfocused.

The green light covered his eyes again, but it was still to no avail.

Meeting his unfocused gaze, Black Tower could not help but understand that his eyesight was severely impaired.

"...Was it a dream...?"

The Black Tower murmured weakly.

Was the omnipotent magician Qi Zhimu just a dream?

But if it's a dream, how could it be so detailed that every single detail is so clear?

But if it's not a dream, what does it mean when the results are the same yet the truths are so different?

Or perhaps, she is currently in a dream?

No... that's not it...

If one had to choose an experience to belong to a dream, the magician Qi Zhimu would be more like it.

"It's me, Xiaota. I'm sorry... I haven't been by your side all these years, but now, you don't have to be afraid anymore. I will take you home."

Qi Zhimu's voice was filled with intense longing, lingering fear, and deep remorse.

"Brother Mu, where have you been all these years? I miss you so much…!"

The Black Tower of the past held him tightly, afraid that he would disappear again in the next second, and even more afraid that the sudden reunion was just a dream.

Fortunately, the warmth from her body gradually put her at ease, and she didn't even realize that her injuries and pain were quietly disappearing.

A faint smell of blood lingered on Qi Zhimu's body.

But she didn't care, assuming he had his blood on him.

Qi Zhimu: "To make a long story short, I got lost in a certain world of memories. When I finally emerged from it after several years, I was severely traumatized and lost my memories."

"It was the rebels who found me, took me back and trained me, and infiltrated the coalition government... It was a twist of fate, perhaps destiny brought us together again."

Upon hearing the truth, the girl's eyes welled up with tears: "...Brother Mu, when did you regain your memories?"

Not long ago.

Qi Zhimu hugged her tightly.

"I heard someone calling me in my mind's eye. It was your voice. It was you... who awakened the memories I had forgotten."