Collapse Iron: I just transmigrated! You want me to save the Black Tower?!

"Lord Shi... Lord Shi Jin... I don't think I've offended you, have I?"

Jiang Jiu released his grip on the Black Swan's wrist, looked at the woman in front of him who was panting heavily and had a look of terror on her face, blinked, and was slightly surprised by her reaction.

"Offended me?" he repeated, thought for a moment, and shook his head. "No."

Black Swan: "..."

She looked down at her wrist, which was still aching from the rough treatment, and then looked up at the broken mirrors and her colleagues lying all over the floor. Her lips trembled slightly.

"Then, then these..."

"Oh, them?" Jiang Jiu glanced at them casually and shrugged. "Just cleaning them up while I was at it."

"Just... cleaning up?"

"Mm." Jiang Jiu nodded. "I'm used to doing this in every timeline."

The black swan paused for a moment.

Is this correct?

This... could it be some kind of unique interest of a genius...?

"Your Excellency..." She tried her best to maintain the composure expected of a registrar, but the last syllable of her voice still trembled unavoidably. "What brings you here?"

Jiang Jiu looked at her and suddenly smiled.

It was a fairly friendly smile.

But to the black swan, it only sent chills down its spine.

"Don't be nervous," Jiang Jiu said. "I just want to ask you for a favor."

Can you help me?

Black Swan's gaze swept over her colleagues on the ground, who were no longer of any help, and she couldn't help but swallow hard.

"...What kind of help?"

"Help me recall some memories."

Upon hearing this, the Black Swan instinctively asked, "What memory?"

"It's not difficult. Just help me recall some of my memories. It's very simple, right?"

The black swan was stunned.

Reproduction... of Shi Jin's memories?

She looked at the man before her, at the complex, suffocating aura of destiny emanating from him...

A chill ran from the soles of my feet straight up to the top of my head.

“Your...Your Excellency,” her voice trembled even more, “you may not be familiar with the workflow of us Memory Makers…”

"Ok?"

“Reproducing memories…” she struggled to organize her thoughts, “requires entering the depths of the consciousness of the person whose memories are being reproduced, reading, analyzing, and reconstructing those fragments of memory… This process itself carries risks for the person who is reproducing the memories.”

She paused, looked into Jiang Jiu's calm eyes, gritted her teeth, and continued.

"And you... your strength far surpasses that of ordinary destiny travelers; your sea of ​​consciousness must be enveloped by multiple layers of destiny power..."

"so?"

“So…” Black Swan took a deep breath, “If you ask me to reproduce your memories, I will most likely be completely overwhelmed by your power, your torrent of memories, and the fragments of your timelines that you remember or have forgotten the moment I enter your sea of ​​consciousness.”

After she finished speaking, she looked at Jiang Jiu expectantly.

I hope he understands the seriousness of this matter.

I hope he realizes that this isn't just a question of whether or not to help, but a question of whether I might die.

Jiang Jiu remained silent for two seconds.

Then he nodded.

"Ok, I know."

Black Swan: "...?"

“That’s why I came to find you.” Jiang Jiu’s tone even carried a hint of natural admiration. “Among the Memory Masters, you must be one of the most talented, right? Black Swan, if it were you, I think you would definitely succeed.”

The black swan opened its mouth, but for a moment it didn't know what to say.

I was praised.

In this context, she was praised by someone who had just massacred a bunch of her colleagues.

Should she be happy?

"Furthermore," Jiang Jiu continued, "I will restrain my power and try my best not to hurt you. Don't worry, I won't fail."

The black swan looked at him.

I glanced into his sincere eyes.

I glanced again at my colleagues scattered all over the ground.

She suddenly felt like crying.

“Your Excellency,” she said softly, “you just…killed them.”

"Ah."

"a lot of."

"good."

"You call this... alright?"

Jiang Jiu thought for a moment, then seemed to realize something.

After thinking for a moment, he said helplessly, "Black Swan, do you know what the Memory Thieves do on a daily basis? You know, they deserve what they got for coming to this."

Chapter 177 It's a little sweet, would you like to try it?

"Or...do you need a reminder?" Jiang Jiu looked at the black swan. "The reason I kept you is because you are well-behaved enough."

The black swan was heartbroken.

Black swans have no other choice.

With a look of despair, Black Swan followed Jiang Jiu away from Liuguang Yiting.

This kind of person can't keep doing this job for even a day; the mortality rate is too high!

“Actually, you don’t need to be afraid.” Jiang Jiu tilted his head to look at the black swan. “As a member of the Genius Club, does it mean my statement that I won’t fail is meaningless?”

The black swan hesitated for a long time: "But... whether I succeed or not has more to do with my own abilities—"

"Close your eyes."

The black swan reflexively closed its eyes, and the next moment, the surrounding environment seemed to shake violently.

When she opened her eyes again, she found that her surroundings had changed.

—It is the Black Tower Space Station.

Jiang Jiu walked up to the little black tower, bent down slightly, and asked, "Black Tower, where is your true form?"

Little Black Tower: "I'm very unhappy to serve you. Don't stay if you need anything—"

Xiao Heita paused for a moment, then looked up at Jiang Jiu.

"Wait for me in the lab, I'll be there soon."

"it is good."

Jiang Jiu led Black Swan into the Black Tower's laboratory. Black Swan hesitated at the door and didn't dare to move.

"Come in and sit down." Jiang Jiu gestured with his chin towards her. "Why are you standing?"

"...Thank you, sir."

The black swan cautiously entered and sat down on the edge of the sofa, its back ramrod straight, as if ready to flee at any moment.

Jiang Jiu glanced at her but said nothing.

The next moment, a door appeared out of thin air in the middle of the laboratory, and the Black Tower stepped out of the door.

She turned around, her purple eyes lingering on Jiang Jiu for a moment before sweeping over the black swan sitting upright beside him.

Her gaze held no hostility, but Black Swan inexplicably felt a chill run down her spine.

"Is this the Memory Receiver you captured?" Black Tower asked with a hint of curiosity.

"They invited him back," Jiang Jiu corrected. "It was 'invited'."

"Oh." Black Tower nodded. "The kind of invitation where you emptied half of her Memory Court while doing so?"

Jiang Jiu: "..."

Black Swan: "..."

If Jiang Jiu's current emotion was helplessness, then the Black Swan was utterly devastated.

Hei Ta walked over and stood in front of Jiang Jiu.

"You brought another girl home on your first outing, Jiang Jiu, don't you have anything to say about that?"

Upon hearing this, Jiang Jiu paused for a moment before realizing what Black Tower was talking about.

He smiled helplessly.

"Then, how about I give you this as an apology?"

Hei Ta took the box of chocolates from Jiang Jiu's hand, a slight smile playing on his lips: "Alright, this is for making amends. Didn't you bring me a gift when you went out?"

What if the gift is used to apologize?

"What do you say?"

Black Tower took a step forward, and the distance between the two suddenly shortened.

She looked up at him, his eyes shining brightly under the laboratory lights, as if hiding something in them—triumph, anticipation, and a touch of gentleness that only Jiang Jiu could understand.