"Another similar flower, huh." Sylvie shook her head.

"You're not happy?"

Emperor Nokron said, "The entire network is constantly cheering for you, considering you a hero who saved all of humanity, chanting Angelle, Wadon, Susan...."

They've been cheering for half the day.

"The evaluation of me is exaggerated."

"I never did anything for them."

Sylvie sat on a large rock, somewhat troubled, "They watch those movie plots, one twist after another, yet overlook the biggest twist."

"It's a stage, and we're just actors on it." The girl appeared helpless.

"Even those cheering crowds below, those people passionately commenting and shouting online, are roles of spectators from an ancient piece of history."

That's just history!

Taking the roles from history, the brilliance of a civilization's roar, the tear-shedding eras, as one's real self, how absurd is that?

The more people praise her on the internet, the more it terrifies her, sending shivers down her spine.

It's like midnight horror dolls mechanically speaking to her, moving rigidly, creak, creak.

She remembered the young Li Wanning, playing "Farewell My Concubine" for herself.

She sang "Farewell My Concubine" on stage, and they, playing the audience below, wept for the concubine, cried, and lost their voices.

I am a man, not a concubine.

They...

Are still in that apocalypse human era, in that dream world, cheering for roles on stage.

In Huaxia's words, they have become demons, lost their true nature, wearing false garb, not knowing who they are, let alone cultivating? They have gone astray, so she said she wanted to stay away.

Only decades later, returning to this awakened world, did she see her real mothers.

This made Sylvie increasingly feel.

The terror and power of 'Dream Garment' Hekris, this unnamable ancient life still influences their civilization.

Infusing that apocalyptic history of humanity, warping them.

Even if they were unwilling in their hearts, they had already changed imperceptibly.

"Their cheers for me, I don't care, they're just trying to put a mask on me."

Sylvie, troubled, picked up her phone, constantly scanning the praises, looking at the likes.

One celebrity after another, important figures, were speaking on TV: pleading for her appearance, to forgive humanity's misunderstanding of her, finding it pitiable.

Those people made her a national goddess, raising her up.

The whole world was waiting for the hero's return.

"Emperor Nokron, you overturned the stage with a few punches for our world, and when the opera was over, it was supposed to end, yet these pitiful people still can't distinguish between the play and reality."

"You see the whole internet cheering for us heroes, and instead, you become even more disappointed in them, right?" Sylvie suddenly said.

Li Qing smiled but did not answer.

Disappointment isn't necessary because everything was his own doing.

He also knew what the other was saying was correct.

He used Ning Guochang's memory, irrigated this human-apocalypse-world, "Personality," "Memory," "Experience," turning the whole world into marionettes.

The cheers, the shouting, were instead creepy.

Because they were all roles from history...

Even if created by Li Qing, he still marveled at the fear within.

Even if reincarnation ended, for this world to completely free itself from the influence of those memories, to become its real self, it would probably take quite a long time.

Perhaps all things in the world are really balanced.

With each restart, transformation, memory embedding, he harvested the era of rapid development of that parallel universe, but accordingly, a long period was needed to alleviate the terrible side effects.

She pursed her red lips, somewhat nervous:

"Did you only take me away from this eerie dream world alone because I am that person's successor, or because I am still awake? If I choose to accept their cheers, become a public figure, a hero, would you abandon me?"

Angelle, Ning Guochang, and others, in reality, still live in the dream, their actions already representing acceptance of their roles.

So, they weren't taken away; only she remained awake.

"I heard the dialogue between Ning Guochang and Angelle, their thinking was very deep, but still weaker, without completely jumping out." That's what she thought.

Even now, Sylvie still felt puzzled.

This current clarity, is it really me?

My actions, perhaps, are just playing that person's role again.

"I have a request."

"Tell me."

"I want to seal all memories, but if I have a key to unlock memories, the me who has lost memory will definitely choose to open it directly, so I want to hand the memory key to you."

Li Qing said nothing, quietly looking at her.

"I want to walk out of this dream-fog world, the present is the true starting point of life, because previous memories are just a stage play, only disturbing my heart, from this moment on, I am an ignorant baby." She didn't hesitate to swipe her hand.

Crack.

A part of her soul and Crystal Core both fell off, and that memory entered the broken crystal.

Li Qing reached out and grabbed!

The broken crystal entered his hand.

Even choosing to break the Crystal Core, cutting off part of her future in the short term, she wanted to sever this piece of memory that left her heart in confusion.

Li Qing stuffed the broken crystal into his hand, burying it into his flesh and blood, before realizing this was a troublesome matter, he saw this bewildered girl looking around.

"Who are you?" The girl asked.

"Your mother's friend." Emperor Nokron answered.

"Father?" She asked.

"No." Emperor Nokron chuckled a bit, "Let's go, shall we leave this world? Start a short journey."

"Why leave?"

Her pupils were pure, unblemished, surprised:

"This world seems interesting to me! It should be a fun world, the air is filled with pervasive information, and people are in a state of carnival, seemingly cheering for some national goddess, asking for her forgiveness?"

"They live in a dream, if you enter, you'd dream with them, put on a mask, live in the Mythical Era, and memorialize it, sing for its ancient era." Li Qing led her gradually stepping out of the Crystal Wall.

"I don't want that, it's downright terrifying, what happened to this world? Is it cursed?" Sylvie thought, "Let's leave quickly, I want to be myself."

Clatter.

The thick transparent Crystal Wall ahead wriggled and automatically parted.

"What's that? How can it do that?" Sylvie exclaimed, in her memory this seems to be called a Crystal Wall, which is a terrifying thing.

"Because I am a Demigod." The figure in front only explained briefly.

"God? You seem different to me."

Sylvie, memory blank, was only left with technical foundations, very curious about the whole world, "But you aren't as distant as imagined."

Nokron said, "God, it only refers to a level of power, gods are similar to ordinary life, each with their own traits, greedy, brutal, lustful, brave, indifferent... just like the variety of the mundane world."

"Gods, were once insects, but those insects had one characteristic."

"What characteristic?"

"Those insects did not revere gods."

The man dyed the memory-blank girl's perception with color and led her forward in the foggy chaos.

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