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

Jiang Jiu paused for two seconds.

In his exploration, the planet indeed showed no signs of life.

There were no signs of life or fluctuations in his destiny, which is why he chose this place.

...But how did a child suddenly appear in this place?

The child watched him quietly from a distance of more than ten meters.

Her greyish-white cloak was clearly ill-fitting, yet on this windless planet, the hem swayed slightly.

"So, who are you? I don't think I've ever seen you before."

The moment Jiang Jiu saw the child, he had already given up on the idea of ​​dealing with the breeding remains on this planet. At worst, he could just find another planet, which wouldn't be a difficult task for him.

but......

Why does it seem like there's only one child here?

Was there anyone else? Or was it also because something was blocking his perception that his senses were impaired?

The little girl did not embark on her destiny, nor did she exhibit any fluctuations in power.

He is an ordinary person through and through.

"My name is Jiang Jiu. I'm here... to take care of some things."

The girl nodded without asking any further questions. She simply held a piece of icy blue crystal, tilted her head back, and quietly observed Jiang Jiu.

After watching for a while, she asked, "Are you here to clean the cemetery?"

Jiang Jiu was stunned for a moment.

"Cemetery?"

[Sai Fei: Cemetery?]

[Su Chang: Cemetery? ???]

[Star: Cemetery!!!]

[Star: I understand, this is a cosmic-level luxury cemetery, one grave per planet, Promax's prestigious funeral services]

[March 7th: How strange... a little girl, a cemetery, why does it feel so eerie?]

[Danheng: If this planet is a graveyard, then the lack of life seems to make sense? The dead don't need life signals, but this child... is he a gravedigger? Or, is he also one of the dead?]

[Himeko: How could an ordinary person possibly live alone on a barren planet without life or food? That doesn't make sense.]

[Robin: Actually, that makes sense. It can be explained as long as the "food" she eats isn't ordinary food, and she herself isn't an ordinary "person."]

[The Butterfly's Tale: The protagonist accidentally enters a forbidden area, encounters a mysterious girl, and thus begins a destiny spanning a thousand years...]

[Aglaia: ...A distant butterfly?]

[Xia Die: Oh, I'll be careful next time, I definitely won't post it!]

[Sai Fei: Pfft~]

In any case, the girl led Jiang Jiu toward the cave... no, the building where she lived.

The building entrance here is extremely low, requiring one to bend over to enter. The door frame is made of gray-white stone, without any decoration, except for a line of very faint writing carved above the threshold.

Jiang Jiu didn't recognize him.

However, people with synesthetic beacons can recognize them.

The Tomb of Oblivion

[Topa: The Graveyard of Memories?]

[Black Swan: What graveyard? Isn't it the Garden of Oblivion?]

[March 7th: What nonsense... Isn't it supposed to say "Memories Graveyard" above?]

[Star: Well done! The synesthetic beacon is working its magic!!!]

[Fireworks: What nonsense! Ugh, it should be pretty much the same thing, right? Could it be a branch of the mysterious faction's memories? Or perhaps a branch of the nihilistic faction's memories?]

[Silver Wolf: If you keep guessing, she's doomed.]

[Fireworks: It wasn't even certain whether it was human or ghost to begin with.]

The inside and outside of the cave are completely different.

The space is about 20 to 30 square meters, with a low ceiling. An adult standing upright would almost hit their head. I don't know if this counts as a residence, or what kind of residence would have such a low ceiling.

The low, cramped space seemed out of place with its surroundings, which were quite elaborate, with relatively smooth walls inlaid with crystals as decorations.

The crystal emitted a faint glow.

It's probably something like "lighting".

The little girl put down the crystal in her arms, raised her hand to lift the hood of her head, and lowered her eyes, her gaze never leaving the crystal: "I thought I was the last gravedigger."

"The gravedigger?"

The little girl blinked, looking puzzled by his question: "Don't you remember? This is the 'Place of Memories,' a place we've guarded for generations. I thought I was all alone, but then I met you."

"But deserting in the face of battle is wrong. Even if you change your mind and choose to come back, you will still lose the qualification to be a gravedigger."

[Su Chang: Hmm? Deserting at the last minute? Disqualified? Wow, could she be mistaking Jiang Jiu for some deserter gravedigger?]

Fu Xuan: It doesn't seem like it.

[Fu Xuan: Rather than that, I'm more inclined to believe that this young girl proactively fabricated an identity for Jiang Jiu that would allow him to stay.]

[Qingque: Huh? Why?]

[Fu Xuan: Because it seems like she's the only person here, and if her identity is legitimate, she can stay... at least temporarily?]

[Su Chang: You're just fooling yourself.]

[Fireworks: I don't understand, I've never seen anything like this before. Come on, where are the people from Yiting? Mysterious faction, memory faction, all of you, tell me, what exactly is this "Memory Destination"? Is this your stuff?]

Black Swan: ......

Black Swan brainstorming: Black Swan doesn't know how to answer, Black Swan gives up explaining.

[March 7th: What is all this nonsense...?]

[Dan Heng: ...Why are you worrying so much? If you're really curious, why not just go to the coordinates in the image and ask them yourself? With the company's technology, calculating the planet's exact coordinates based on Jiang Jiu's trajectory shouldn't be difficult, right?]

[March 7th: Wow... Danheng, you're a genius!]

[Company: We didn't say it was impossible...?]

The young girl pretended to be aloof and said a few words, then dropped her pretense after a moment of restraint.

When she saw that Jiang Jiu wasn't talking to her, she thought he was angry.

She hesitated for a moment, then hesitated again, but finally couldn't help but say, "Well... although you've lost your qualification to be a gravedigger, I can still allow you to clean the cemetery..."

"Um, could you please talk to me... I haven't spoken to anyone in a very, very long time..."

Jiang Jiu was taken aback for a moment, and subconsciously asked, "Are you all alone here?"

The little girl nodded obediently.

She was indeed just a child, about twelve or thirteen years old. Her features hadn't fully developed yet, her skin was slightly pale from years of not seeing the sun, and the childishness in her voice hadn't completely faded.

"A long time" means...how long?

The girl thought for a moment, then shook her head: "For a very long time, I counted the sunrises and sunsets, but then... then I don't know why, one day, there were no more sunrises and sunsets here."

"The sky has always been this color, a hazy gray, so I can't count it anymore."

"Have you been staying here all by yourself?"

“No, the role of the gravedigger is passed down from generation to generation,” the girl said earnestly. “My father said that my job is only complete when the last piece of memory has calmed down, so I have been waiting.”

The image followed Jiang Jiu's gaze and landed on the crystals on the wall.

They emitted a faint icy blue light, and came in various sizes and shapes. These crystals were embedded in the wall in a staggered arrangement.

These are...

"Memory."

[March 7th: These crystals look kind of familiar... Oh well, it's not important. Are they all memories?]

[Star: Huh? So the corpses here are memories?]

[Dan Heng: ...Perhaps the memories are merely stored away; what's truly buried is the corpse.]

[Fireworks: Interesting. So this is also a memory-based faction, right? The philosophy of the Flowing Light Memory Garden is that memories last forever, while the philosophy here seems to be that memories should die? Both being memory-based factions, they're taking completely different paths?]

[Black Swan: ...Perhaps it's just accepting the fading of memories?]

[Dahlia: Speaking of this, something comes to mind.]

[Dahlia: Have you heard of memory—emptiness?]

Watching a Movie (94) - Life is So Fragile

[Black Swan: Unfounded speculation; don't you think this place is more suitable for memory—mystery—than nothingness?]

[Dahlia: So, you've always had your own judgment, but you've never said it?]

Black Swan: ...because of uncertainty.

[Opal: Stop arguing, maybe it's memory preservation.]

[Black Swan: ...No need to argue, everyone has the memory anyway. Yi Ting has made a killing this time.]

The girl followed his gaze, her eyes unconsciously curving slightly: "Each crystal here contains the remains of a departed person, their final appearance, their name, and their complete memories."

She took a small crystal from the wall, held it steadily in her palm, and gently brought it to Jiang Jiu's face.

"Look, this belongs to Aunt Li." A hint of pride lingered in her voice. "She loved to sing, and this is where she kept the lullabies she often hummed. Listen..."

Jiang Jiu's ears were completely empty; not a sound came from him.

He nodded in agreement nonetheless.

"Hmm...it sounds very nice."