Chapter 117

At this moment.

This woman in purple, full of doubts, came to the dream space.

This woman was none other than a Memokeeper.

And a Memokeeper from the Garden of Recollection.

Unlike ordinary people breaking into strange areas.

Memokeepers do not have much caution when entering strange dreams.

Because reality-based means basically do not interfere with Memokeepers in dreams; the places they walk are realms that the vast majority of people cannot touch.

As long as they want, most people cannot perceive them.

Precisely because of this.

Even when in a strange dream, they would not be particularly cautious.

After all...

Which Memokeeper isn't wandering through one memory or dream after another?

If one were cautious in every dream, the speed of obtaining memories would be too slow.

"Strange, shouldn't a newly opened dream be empty?"

"How come here..."

"Has everything?"

Black Swan strolled through the forest of the dream grotto-heaven, looking for possible anomalies.

But as time passed, she gradually gave up.

It wasn't that she didn't want to look.

But if the entire dream space was an anomaly, then looking or not looking seemed to lose its meaning.

Passing through another area, she was even more confused.

How could the world be all blocks?

Whether it was the clouds in the sky or the soil on the ground, a closer look revealed it was entirely composed of blocks.

Trying to throw a tarot card and smashing a pit in the ground, she took a closer look.

Black Swan was even more confused.

"The shattered soil is also blocks?"

Next.

Black Swan tried attacking trees, soil, ore, and even water sources; without exception, everything she collected had only one shape.

That was a cube.

Fortunately, she checked herself and hadn't turned into this special state.

At least it still looked like it had curves.

This made Black Swan breathe a sigh of relief.

But immediately, her brows furrowed.

She had explored no fewer than eight hundred dream worlds, or memory spaces, but never had any been this special.

From the moment she entered, it revealed something eerie.

No way.

Black Swan had to look for answers in past memories.

Fortunately, there were traces to follow.

Before long.

She reached a conclusion.

"This area should be a pixel world?"

Must say.

The word "pixel" was somewhat ancient, and could even be traced back to before the Twilight War.

Because this was a form of expression that only existed when electronic technology was not yet developed.

Put in the present, it was also extremely niche.

After technology developed further, wasn't there a greater pursuit of high definition?

Just as she was thinking.

Black Swan suddenly felt a chill; a Memokeeper's intuition warned her that there was danger nearby.

Turning her head, Black Swan couldn't help but take a step back.

Because she saw a creature, or rather, a monster, with a very strange appearance.

This monster was entirely composed of small green blocks, had no hands, an extremely long body, and a face as abstract as the character "bitter," making it as ugly as it could possibly be.

"Meme of the Memory Zone?"

Black Swan retreated while sizing up this monster.

She couldn't quite figure it out.

Black Swan knew that a dream space formed by Memetic substance was not entirely without danger.

But the "monsters" she had seen in the past, or Memes of the Memory Zone, all allowed one to feel "emotions" from them.

Either anger, sadness, or fear.

Monsters formed by these negative emotions were indeed difficult to deal with, but Black Swan had accumulated quite a bit of experience over a long period.

She even had her own set of insights.

But right now.

Seeing this creature with a "bitter face," she was actually at a loss, not knowing how to start.

She could only watch from afar.

Fortunately, this monster didn't seem capable of flight, so Black Swan wasn't afraid.

As a result, just as she was thinking.

The monster didn't know what it touched, and it actually exploded!

The scope of the explosion was so wide that even the treetop she was on was affected.

For a moment.

The entire explosion range was full of small blocks.

Not a single place was intact.

"No... how was this even formed?" Black Swan was completely confused; this thing didn't give anyone a chance to deal with it at all, exploding right away.

If this "Meme of the Memory Zone" was also formed by an emotion, then it must be "boredom."

Black Swan was very certain.

If she didn't have some special skills, she feared she would have died on the spot just facing this bitter-faced monster.

However, having said that.

Such a special place, no matter how it was formed, must hide secrets.

Which were precious memories.

And this was exactly what Memokeepers had been collecting.

It could even be said to be their source of power.

Black Swan guessed that this place should be ownerless.

The reason was very simple.

The style here was too special, and it wasn't just one style; a closer look revealed not only "pixel style" but also "dark style," and even a "pastoral style" that looked very warm.

Only an Aeon knows why there would be a fresh and pastoral style in an ancient castle where every step is a killing move?

Black Swan tried it out, and she could even plant things and water them.

It's just a pity that time was limited; she could only see the crops sprout, and wasn't sure if they could be harvested.

But regardless, the styles of these areas were too special.

It was simply like a hodgepodge of one game world after another?

Black Swan found a suitable description from the memories she had collected.

"Perhaps..."

"This area comes from the collective memory of Punklorde?"

Black Swan guessed in her heart.