Bengtie: My death fueled their madness.

On the other side, the platform.

A fierce battle against the Doomsday Beast came quickly and ended just as quickly.

The doomsday beast, whose body covered the entire platform, tilted its head back, seemingly about to fall after suffering a severe injury, when it suddenly unleashed a terrifying beam of energy that pierced straight down onto March 7th below.

"March!"

The energy beam was too fast; by the time Himeko and Danheng reacted, it was too late to rescue them.

His pupils reflected the blinding beam of light that was about to engulf him, and March 7 didn't even have time to instinctively raise his arms.

At that very moment, the gray-haired girl named Xing suddenly opened her arms and stood in front of her.

A similarly terrifying energy erupted from Xing's body, eroding each other with the attack of the Doomsday Beast.

The same image appeared in the minds of everyone present.

A tall figure looked down upon all living beings, his majestic golden eyes radiating a suffocating, destructive pressure.

"Take this!"

The sudden roar, growing louder as it approached, roused everyone.

A blur flashed through the air and appeared like a ghost beside the doomsday beast's head, swinging its strange weapon and smashing it down!

The immense impact force knocked the doomsday beast's head off-center, stopping it from continuing its attack.

However, the situation on the ground appears to be even more dire.

A blinding light shone from Xing's chest, as if terrifying energy capable of destroying the space station was rapidly brewing.

Qi Zhimu's pupils contracted, and before he could take any action, the energy suddenly erupted—

"Holy crap!"

He didn't want to withstand the energy impact head-on, so he vanished in a flash.

The Doomsday Beast was engulfed by the violent energy, and its massive body crashed into a black hole that had appeared behind it at some unknown time.

Xing knelt on the ground, his face contorted in pain, his star core on the verge of its final explosion.

Just as the prelude to destruction was about to begin, a man appeared and, with a simple tap on Xing's forehead with his cane, brought her back to calm.

With the crisis averted, Qi Zhimu shouldered his zhongruan and looked at Walter with an air of self-righteousness.

Sure enough, everyone on the train crew possessed unique skills.

His gaze swept over several familiar figures before settling on the gray-haired girl lying in March 7's arms.

A complete stranger; judging by his attire, he didn't seem to be a space station crew member.

Forget it, it doesn't matter.

March 7th hugged Xing anxiously, "Uncle Yang! She..."

Walter adjusted his glasses: "It's all over now, let's find somewhere else to talk."

Seeing the train crew carrying Xing back, Qi Zhimu hesitated for a moment before following.

On the way, March 7th finally recovered and asked him about what had happened.

It turned out that after Qi Zhimu sensed the aura of the Doomsday Beast, he rushed over without stopping and just happened to witness the crisis.

She then realized that Qi Zhimu had a grudge against Destruction.

"Sorry, I was taking her back to the main control module at the time and didn't think for a moment that you had a grudge against the Antimatter Legion."

"It's nothing. Who is this girl?" Qi Zhimu asked.

"Xing... Not only do we not know who she is, but she herself doesn't know who she is either."

"Oh, so that means amnesia." Qi Zhimu joked casually, noticing that San Yueqi was staring at what he was holding.

"The weapon you just used to smash the Doomsday Beast wouldn't have been..." March 7 asked weakly.

"Yes, that's it."

Qi Zhimu generously handed the zhongruan to March 7th and said with a smile:

"Don't let its appearance fool you; it is indeed a musical instrument, but it also has a hidden identity as a remarkable object—it's incredibly durable!"

"Just like the ones around my waist, no matter how you tinker with them, they'll never break."

Dan Heng frowned slightly, feeling that the jade pendant on Qi Zhimu's waist, which was covered in cracks and unrecognizable, looked somewhat familiar.

Where have I seen you before... or are these incomplete memories from my past life?

Qi Zhimu was oblivious to Dan Heng's gaze and was still talking to San Yueqi.

"I'm more comfortable using it as a shield or a brick than as a piano. Over the years, it's helped me avoid a lot of fatal blows while running errands."

March 7th looked at it with surprise, tapping the surface lightly and hearing a crisp sound, clearly indicating that it was hollow wood.

And those slender strings—it's hard to imagine that such an elegant and delicate instrument is actually a wondrous thing that can't be damaged no matter how much it's ruined.

"If Lady Black Tower saw this, she'd probably be quite interested, wouldn't she, Himeko?"

On March 7th, he jokingly returned the zhongruan (a type of Chinese lute).

Qi Zhimu subconsciously took it, but his thoughts drifted far away because of a certain keyword in March 7's words.

Lady Black Tower?

…That sounds familiar.

Qi Zhimu, upon entering a new cycle of reincarnation, does not wish to be influenced by his past life experiences. He will temporarily seal away his past life memories, retaining only the basic knowledge and skills he gained in each life.

The universe is vast and boundless, and even the rarest names are not without people sharing the same first and last name.

Before seeing the real person, his temporarily sealed memories will not easily resurface.

Hmm, now I remember why that sounds familiar, Genius Club #83, Yelena mentioned it a few times.

"What does being interested in geniuses have to do with it?" Qi Zhimu asked, puzzled.

"She loves collecting strange and unusual things, although most of them just gather dust in the storage room of this space station," March 7 replied.

"The space station originally belonged to her?"

"Oh yeah, you didn't know?" March 7th's eyes widened.

"No one told me this along the way," Qi Zhimu said, shrugging.

"Forget it, it's not important. I know Lady Black Tower's personality. Even though the Antimatter Legion is making a scene today, as long as her beloved little gadgets aren't smashed, she probably won't even bother to look at them."

"Then what's the point of her building such a huge space station?"

"It's for housing followers and artifacts, and... as far as I know, she didn't seem to spend a single penny on repairing this place."

"That's true. With the dazzling reputation of being a genius, even companies would fawn over them. With the company's financial resources, they could build as many space stations as they wanted."

Qi Zhimu put away the zhongruan, hugged the back of his head, and sighed:

"If I were a genius, I wouldn't have to live such a miserable life wandering the universe."

Upon hearing this, March 7th gave an awkward yet polite smile.

"Keep it up... Although only 84 geniuses have been born in the entire universe since the ascension of the Star God of Wisdom, what if one of them comes along?"

"Just kidding. There's nothing wrong with being a free and easy nobody. Serious academic pursuits aren't for me."

Qi Zhimu smiled and changed the subject.

"March, you know Estella, right?"

"I know him, so what?"

"I want to talk to her about a business deal, to improve the security of this flimsy space station. According to you, she should be in charge here now."

"Okay, once we've settled Xing, I'll take you to find her. We might even get to see Lady Black Tower while we're at it. She doesn't want to get involved in the space station's affairs, but she should at least come and collect the artifact she entrusted us to find."

"Whether I see the Black Tower or not is irrelevant. Geniuses are all arrogant; they wouldn't even notice a nobody like me." Qi Zhimu said noncommittally.

"Emmm..."

For some reason, upon hearing Qi Zhimu's words, San Yueqi felt a strange sense of unease welling up inside her.

She blurted it out.

"It's hard to say. Your recent operation to protect the clerk was so outstanding that if Ms. Black Tower takes a liking to you and wants to save trouble by recruiting you as a space station guard, what if?"

"Fall for me? Hahaha, how could that be?"

Qi Zhimu chuckled, not taking those words to heart.