Half an hour later, Chen Shouyi finished the check-in procedures at the hotel and entered his room.

He lay back on the bed, unwilling to move for a long time.

After a long while, he got up, opened his briefcase, and released the Shell Lady.

"Giant, you've changed your sleeping place again?" The Shell Lady immediately surveyed the room's environment and then asked the question she was most curious about, "Is everything prepared here?"

"No!"

"There must be, you're lying." The Shell Lady looked at the room's computer and gestured, "Giant, you need to press here, and everything will come back."

Learning quite fast.

Well, whatever, life is short. Let her watch if she wants. Even if her eyesight worsens, he doesn't care anymore.

He opened the computer and found her favorite cartoon.

Suddenly, the world fell silent.

He lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and in the next moment, his consciousness was already in the Memory Space.

He returned to the scene on the train.

...

"This world is changing, war is coming. Fools will fall into Hell, wise ones will achieve glory."

The young man had a mysterious smile, as if he was uttering some kind of aphorism.

Not long ago, in this scene, Chen Shouyi was sitting on pins and needles, hairs standing on end, drenched in cold sweat.

But at this moment, in this Memory Space, watching from another perspective, he felt an unusual calm.

No matter how real this world seems, it's still false, just his memory.

His consciousness wandered like a ghost through the Memory Space for a long time, finally making a determined decision, plunging into it suddenly.

Without much surprise, the moment he made contact, there was a "boom" in his mind, and his consciousness was flung out. When he regained clarity, he felt dizzy, mentally drained, almost unable to think.

Knew it would be like this!

Chen Shouyi felt a bit disheartened.

Last time, when it was the big tree, this situation occurred. This time, it was even more straightforward.

His consciousness floated dizzily above. Gradually, he suddenly felt a slight tremor in the Memory Space.

At first, he thought it was an illusion in his dazed state, but soon he realized something was wrong.

This world indeed trembled, everything within sight in the train carriage seemed unnaturally distorted and deformed.

It felt as though this space was on the verge of collapse.

No way!

Chen Shouyi's mind, dulled by the previous shock, finally started to react.

Before he could respond, a sudden sense of panic arose in his heart.

Unease, anxiety, palpitations, oppression.

All these oddities seemed to warn him.

Danger! Danger! Danger!

In a vague sense, he seemed to perceive a majestic gaze, projecting through endless space.

Not good!

He was scared, his consciousness trembled, finally fully awake. Resolutely, he immediately exited this space.

Before leaving, he glanced instinctively at the mysterious young man, only to be shocked to find his figure had become blurred and dim, his face no longer visible, as if gradually disappearing from this space.

Chen Shouyi suddenly opened his eyes, filled with lingering fear.

He lay on the bed, breathing rapidly, heart pounding, hands and feet feeling icy.

Listening to the nonsensical dialogue of the cartoon, and looking at the focused Shell Lady beside him, only after a long while did his heart gradually calm.

"Thankfully, everything is fine, this is still Earth."

"The deities of the other world aren't strong enough to project power across space to kill him. If they were truly that strong, humanity would have long faced its end."

"After all, wasn't it just the consciousness entering his body?"

"Was it really necessary to be so sensitive?"

"Was it necessary?"

However, this unexpected incident completely woke him up.

He must never casually let his consciousness enter the bodies of those terrifying beings again.

No, he must never be unlucky enough to encounter those beings again.

Too dangerous.

Fortunately, this is Earth. If it were in another world, such behavior could have left him obliterated.

It's said that some true deities possess mysterious abilities, sensing when someone mentions their true name, depending on their power, hearing a few syllables or even an entire conversation.

Clearly, memory might also carry some power unknown to him, as entering the bodies of these beings allows them to sense.

Moreover, the memories in this Memory Space are far from just simple recollections.

The Book of Knowledge seems to have a powerful analytical and complementation ability, even a taste of omniscience, making fleeting memories become vivid and full.

This is more like a projection sealed within memory than mere recollection.

"Huh!"

He suddenly realized he couldn't remember the appearance of that mysterious person, unsure if the person even existed.

"Should I revisit the Memory Space!" He felt a surge within.

Chen Shouyi hesitated for a moment, finally gritted his teeth,

This is Earth, there's nothing to fear, worst case, he'd escape back.

Then he returned to the Memory Space, back to the original scene.

He was shocked to find the mysterious person had disappeared, replaced by a blurred, dim shadow, and his former self was talking to this indeterminate shadow.

This scene was as strange as it could be.

As for what the shadow looked like, whether it was human or beast, the expression, what was said, Chen Shouyi couldn't remember a thing.

Thinking back over time, unless faced with a logical contradiction, he felt he had indeed only seen a shadow, and the other party had never spoken.

...

Early the next morning, Chen Shouyi arrived at Hedong City's Martial Arts Assessment Center.

Entering the building, he took the elevator to the top-floor Martial Arts assessment registration office, which was more humane compared to the cold and rigid registration for the Martial Artist Apprentice assessment.

Inside it was like a club, elegantly and brightly decorated, with a row of leather sofas against the wall, a table with assorted fruits and pastries, and even a small bar.

Entering the hall, Chen Shouyi momentarily doubted he'd come to the wrong place.

Fortunately, a young, beautiful staff member with a swinging slender waist, walked over shortly.

"This is the Martial Arts assessment registration office, is there anything I can assist you with?"

She particularly reminded him.

Mainly because he looked too young, dressed casually, like a high school student.

"It's good to be here, I'm here to register!" Chen Shouyi said.

She paused for a moment, but her trained professional demeanor quickly masked her surprise, smiling:

"Alright, please hand me your ID and Martial Artist Apprentice certificate; we'll help you with registration procedures, and you can rest here a bit."

Having come to register, Chen Shouyi was naturally prepared. He handed over his credentials and ID, saying, "Thank you."

"It's no trouble!" The staff received it with both hands, turned around, took a few steps, then suddenly came back: "Excuse me, I want to confirm, it seems your apprentice certificate's issue date was yesterday?"

"Yes, I passed it yesterday, is there a time interval requirement for taking the Martial Artist assessment?" Chen Shouyi asked in confusion.

"No, there's no requirement... It's just..." The staff wasn't sure how to gently explain to this somewhat recklessly daring young man.

"Oh, I understand!" Chen Shouyi nodded knowingly.

Sigh, youth's folly, always suffering in this regard, and since being altered by the Book of Knowledge, he looked even younger.

"You think I'm overestimating myself! Please help me with my briefcase."

She instinctively took the briefcase handed by Chen Shouyi, wanting to say something.

Then she saw the boy's figure suddenly blur, using a lunge strike technique, he threw a fierce punch.

The next moment the air resounded with a booming crash, and wind howled.

She quickly closed her eyes, and when she opened them again, three to four meters away, the table was in disarray, with fruits and pastries scattered everywhere.

"Uh, do I need to compensate for this?" The boy said with some embarrassment.

That damned innate destructive urge, always unable to resist the desire to break something.

"Compensate... no, no need!"

"Good, then return my briefcase, by the way, no issues with registration, right?"

The beauty, puzzled, handed back the briefcase and then hastily replied, "No... no issues."

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