I, Black Tower's fiancé, the best male fighter in the universe

"Influenced by external factors?"

"Correct."

Ruan Mei brought out two plates of tea and snacks, and pushed one of them in front of Chu Ze.

Although he didn't know why these things were in the lab, Chu Ze still took a bite.

It has a plum blossom flavor and is sweet and delicious.

"Actually, it's not just you; my memory might also be having problems."

"Because when I was idle and reminiscing about the past, I found that there seemed to be a very discordant part in my memory fragments."

Ruan Mei glanced at the time and wrote down the current moment on a piece of paper.

Then he continued:

"Not long ago, when the Black Tower used puppets to receive the Starry Sky Train."

"I once discussed topics about relationships and pride with her in the office."

"After that, we talked about the shape of the pastries and the distribution of ingredients."

She looked at Chu Ze, a strange emotion seemingly lurking in her calm voice:

"This is a very strange phenomenon. Because according to my personality, I would definitely ask her why she is so arrogant."

"After receiving this answer, I will then try to persuade them further."

"But in my memory, I didn't delve into that topic at all; instead, I smoothly switched to a discussion about pastries."

“Although I do have such memories, this is definitely not how I should have reacted at that time.”

He casually described the extraordinary situation.

Chu Ze's eyes widened slightly:

"So, in other words, an external entity interfered with your and the Black Tower's memories, and it wasn't detected on the spot?"

"Ah."

Ruan Mei glanced at the time and continued writing down the numbers:

"So I made an assumption—"

"Suppose I had actually asked the question back then, wondering why Black Tower was so arrogant."

"If Black Tower answers me, it must be about you, because only you can evoke such emotions in her."

She glanced at the time again:

"Next, I would definitely have continued to press you, and the topic would naturally have shifted to you."

"As the conversation goes on, we'll definitely talk about you. And Black Tower isn't suffering from amnesia, so it's very likely that we'll talk about, or recall, your childhood."

"And what you've forgotten happens to be your childhood experiences."

"Our topic overlaps with the content of your amnesia."

"Perhaps it was in this place that we were unknowingly manipulated by external forces."

He blurted out his guesses in one breath.

Ruan Mei put down her pen and paper and looked at Chu Ze:

"That's my guess."

"The Memory Masters of the Flowing Light Memory Court cannot do this, and even the Memory Envoys cannot make us completely unaware at the same time."

"So your situation is quite complicated."

"The one that interfered with our memories is very likely... an existence of the same rank as the Star God."

Chapter 93 The Young Black Tower: Are you an idiot?

It shares the same rank as the Star God.

Chu Ze was dumbfounded on the spot.

In his current state, he's not someone that the Star God could afford to offend, let alone the Commander.

How come suddenly a terrifying being at the level of a star god is starting to tamper with his memories?

"That shouldn't be the case. I, Chu Ze, have always been kind to people and almost never make enemies."

"Could it be that my mom made some enemies, and I was just dragged into it?"

"But if he's really a god-level expert, he could just crush me with a single finger. Why bother with all this fancy stuff?"

Even though he hadn't used his brain in a long time, Chu Ze still couldn't come up with anything.

However, it was the numbers that Ruan Mei had been copying that caught his attention.

What are you recording?

"The current time."

Ruan Mei did not hide anything:

“I put myself into a deep hypnosis. While talking to you, I will record the time according to certain rules.”

"I won't go into the specific logic. In short, if my memory is interfered with again, I will immediately notice it during the next copying session."

"Fortunately, so far the copying time has been normal."

The rules that she could only remember through deep hypnosis are indeed very complex.

Moreover, the content of the hypnosis may contain hidden secrets.

After all, this was an enemy that even the strategist hadn't noticed, so Ruan Mei must have had more than just this one layer of preparation.

"So, my memories can't be restored for the time being?"

Chu Ze was a little unwilling.

Ruan Mei shook her head and pointed to a uniquely shaped machine not far away:

"The success rate is not high, but that doesn't mean it's completely impossible."

"You can try this machine."

Chu Ze looked at the machine that resembled a gaming pod:

"Could you please explain it in a simple way that even a complete idiot could understand?"

Ruan Mei took out a helmet:

"Put this on, lie down, and close your eyes."

"I will use my external abilities to activate the deepest memories in your brain, allowing your consciousness to return to the past."

"As you relive that memory, the machine will automatically record the scene in the form of data."

"After you wake up from your dream, I will use the data transmitted back by the machine to recreate the scene at that time."

Chu Ze suddenly realized:

"I get it, it's about using dreams to recall memories deeply."

"But that unknown entity can even interfere with our memories. How do you know my memories are real?"

"Also, since that thing can interfere with memories, could it also interfere with machines in reality?"

Ruan Mei patiently explained:

"I've already predicted all the problems you can think of."

"The data transmitted back by the machine is not directly usable. It also needs to be cracked several times according to certain rules before it can be parsed."

"As for that rule, it's linked to many things."

"If that existence can truly change everything involved... then there's nothing I can do."

"We can only wait for my future self to realize this, just like my present self does, and then go through the current process again."

I guess I understand.

Chu Ze took a deep breath and put the helmet on his head.

After giving Xiao Yi some instructions, he went into the warehouse and lay down on a chair.

"After falling asleep, your state will be similar to that of dreaming, that is, in a daze, forgetting reality."

"You might project yourself into the dream, or you might review the experience from a third-person perspective."

"But it doesn't matter, since it's just a dream, you can just act according to your own will."

Just before closing the warehouse door.

Chu Ze suddenly thought of something and quickly asked:

"Wait, how long will it take me to fall asleep?"

"Could it be like those simulator-based web novels where [seven or eight chapters are filled with just sleeping and dreaming scenes, and they're all useless plot points]?"

Ruan Mei blinked:

"I don't understand what you're talking about."

"But the time people spend in a dream is actually very short, at most one or two chapters in an online novel."

"...Then there's no problem. After all, I don't want ten days or half a month to pass in the blink of an eye."

Chu Ze breathed a sigh of relief and closed his eyes.

The warehouse door is closed.

The machine starts.

Already exhausted, he soon felt drowsy.

Gradually, his consciousness sank, and his thoughts returned to the distant past...

......

......

"......Again......"

"...Strange kid...Sociable..."

"To throw...a lesson..."

The azure star.

In an unnamed corner of a park.

The child's cries continued to ring out.

In the corner, a little girl with long, flowing hair and an exquisitely beautiful face, as delicate as a doll, sat expressionlessly on a chair.

She had thick, untitled books propped up on her knees, clearly absorbing knowledge far beyond her years.

The ones making the noise were several dusty-looking boys of the same age.

The boy in the lead grabbed a clod of mud and threw it forcefully.

"Strange child, doesn't fit in!"

The other children followed suit, throwing and shouting:

"Throw mud at me, teach me a lesson!"

After the rain, the park was covered in wet mud.

The children weren't afraid of getting dirty, and just threw it straight at the little girl who was reading.

The little girl didn't make any move, but something like a force field suddenly appeared around her.

The flying mud was bounced away with a crackling sound, but the splashed muddy water made the group of little boys all dirty.

"Hehe...Again, again!"

"Strange kid, doesn't fit in! Throwing mud at him will teach him a lesson!"

The children weren't angry at all; instead, they laughed very happily.