Chapter 97

At this time.

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

This woman is none other than a Memokeeper.

And she is a Memokeeper of the Garden of Recollection.

Unlike ordinary people breaking into strange areas.

Memokeepers do not have too 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 are willing, the vast majority of people cannot perceive them.

Precisely because of this.

Even 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 Cave Heaven, looking for possible anomalies.

But as time passed, she gradually gave up.

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

It was that if the entire dream space was an anomaly, then looking for it 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 making a pit in the ground, she took a closer look.

Black Swan was even more confused.

"The broken soil is also blocks?"

Then.

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

That is, a cube.

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

At least it looked like it still had curves.

This made Black Swan breathe a sigh of relief.

But immediately, her brows furrowed.

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

From the moment she entered, it revealed something eerie.

No way.

Black Swan had to look for answers from 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 a bit old, 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.

Even now, it is extremely niche.

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

Just thinking about it.

Black Swan suddenly felt a chill; the Memokeeper’s intuition was reminding 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 monster, with a very strange appearance.

This monster was composed entirely of small green blocks, had no hands, a very long body, and a face that was abstractly like the character "bitter," making it as ugly as it could be.

"Meme of the Memetic Zone?"

Black Swan looked at this monster while retreating.

Somewhat unable to fathom it.

The dream space formed by Memetic Substance is not completely without danger; Black Swan knew this.

But the "monsters" seen in the past, that is, Memes of the Memetic Zone, could all be felt to have "emotions."

Either anger, sadness, or fear.

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

She even had her own set of insights.

But right now.

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

She could only watch from afar.

Fortunately, this monster seemed unable to fly, so Black Swan wasn't afraid.

Just as she was thinking this.

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

The range of the impact was so wide that even the tree branch she was on was affected.

For a time.

The entire explosion range was full of small blocks.

Not a single place was intact.

"No... how was this formed?" Black Swan was completely confused; this thing didn't give people a chance to deal with it at all, it just exploded upon contact.

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

Black Swan was very certain.

If she didn't have a special skill, she would probably have died on the spot just facing this bitter-faced monster, right?

But then again.

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

That is, precious memories.

And this is exactly what Memokeepers have been collecting.

It can even be said to be a source of power.

Black Swan guessed that this place should be ownerless.

The reason is simple.

The style here is too special, and it’s not just one style; a careful probe reveals not only "pixel style," but also "dark style," and even a "pastoral style" that looks very warm.

Only an Aeon knows why there would be a fresh pastoral style in an ancient castle full of murderous intent at every step?

Black Swan tried it, and she could actually 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 in any case, 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 collected memories.

"Perhaps..."

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

Black Swan guessed in her heart.

"Let’s explore deeper, but we must be careful of these bosses?"

"This pixel black dragon looks hard to mess with, better steer clear."

"This silver-armored knight holding a halberd is also not easy to deal with, let’s probe it for now?"

"Hmm? How can it transform? This black mud-like body is really disgusting..."

"Are there Memes of the Memetic Zone ambushing in the corner gaps?"

Black Swan’s expression was very ugly.

Mainly because she had been tricked miserably.

She dared to say that she had never suffered such a big loss in all these years.

Not to mention that the "Memes of the Memetic Zone" here were unlike anything she had ever seen, the key was that they were very good at ambushing, often popping out of corners to give you a hit.

Several times she was almost ambushed.

"The group that can build such a memory space must be... masochists, right?"

Finally.

After going through all kinds of hardships, Black Swan arrived at the core of this dream space.

"Ah?"

"Again?"

She saw that the sky at the core was a huge black void; looking from afar, it wouldn't be a problem to call it a black sun.

And below this black sun stood a knight holding a spiral sword.

After seeing her, the knight didn't hesitate and swung the sword at her.

The speed was so fast that she could only dodge repeatedly.

Fortunately, as a Memokeeper, even in a strange dream space, she had some means.

At this time.

Black Swan realized that if she didn't solve this knight, she probably wouldn't be able to find the root of the problem.

No way.

She had to bite the bullet and go up.

Poor her, a Memokeeper who had wandered in memory spaces for who knows how many years, this was the first time she had encountered such a thing.

But in order to explore the core, besides throwing tarot cards non-stop, what other way was there?

She didn't know how long she had been grinding.

Finally.

The knight fell, and a flame rose from its body.

It seemed this was the core.

Black Swan breathed a sigh of relief, then she hurried to the core, wanting to check what was going on.

After spending so much effort, it had to give some precious memories, right?

Black Swan thought so.

But when she held the flame that rose from the black knight in her palm, she completely broke down.

Because the message at the core clearly read: "Start New Game Plus?"

New Game Plus?

So it really was a game?

At this moment.

Even Black Swan could no longer remain calm.

She even wanted to curse.

Fortunately, the cultivation of a Memokeeper made her hold back.

At the same time, she also realized one thing.

That is...

She clearly couldn't explore anything more in this core.

"Can only come back later."

Black Swan thought so, then prepared to use the Memokeeper’s ability to escape from this area.

Then...

She could no longer remain calm.

Because the Memokeeper ability she relied on for survival could not let her leave here now.

This was the first time in her life she had encountered such a situation.

Immediately.

There was uncontrollable panic.

Black Swan could only force herself to calm down and see if there was any way to escape.

But the more she tried, the more desperate she became.

There was no way!

The only operation she could perform was to hold that flame and, under its instruction, start New Game Plus.

Are you kidding?

She was here to explore memories, not to play games.

Just when she was panicking.

A playful female voice suddenly sounded.

"Oh my, isn't this a Memokeeper from the Garden of Recollection? Haven't seen you for a while, why are you so bad now?"

"Who are you?"

Black Swan looked around, searching for the source of the voice.

At this time, she had already calmed down.

Since there was a human voice, it meant that communication was possible, and there must be a way.

"Who I am is not important; the important thing is if you want to get out, I suggest you start New Game Plus and go through it again."

Black Swan didn't make a sound, seemingly thinking about something.

At this time.

The female voice spoke again.

"Forget it, I’ll give you a hint."

"He said you skipped class, so it doesn't count, you have to do it all over again; said something about helping him test the dungeon difficulty?"

"Who is he?"

Black Swan captured this information and asked.

"I dare not say that; it’s not easy to come out for a breather, I have to cherish such an opportunity. As for who I am, you can treat me as an NPC? See you, Memokeeper."

After speaking.

The female voice disappeared.

Leaving only Black Swan stunned on the spot.

After trying again, she still couldn't get out, so she could only sigh and hold the flame again.

New Game Plus it is, let’s see what tricks there are this time.

As a result, this second journey.

Really discovered something different.

Black Swan discovered traces of other people; some were old ladies, some were thieves, and some were a blindfolded girl.

This was something not seen before when "skipping class."

It’s just that these people...

Why do they all talk like riddle-makers?

Something like "The flame dies down, the throne is nowhere to be found."

Making people confused.

Fortunately, there was no need to understand this information; just follow the process, don't "skip class," and there would be a way out.

At least...

That’s what the female voice said.