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At the Divination Commission, within the Matrix of Prescience Ultima:
Stelle exclaimed, "Is this all you called us here for?"
March 7th scratched her head and grinned sheepishly. "Heh heh, well, it's not something I could easily bring up on my own."
"Aiya, but you're both related," Stelle pointed out. "Since I've already helped him so much, he wouldn't dare refuse me."
Looking puzzled, Stelle gestured at herself, "We're related?"
March 7th pouted, "What do you mean? Don't you call him 'Dad'?"
Stelle rubbed her chin thoughtfully before abruptly grabbing Su Jinyan by the collar and shaking him vigorously. "I would have forgotten if little March hadn't mentioned it!"
"Give back my credits, damn it!" protested Su Jinyan.
March 7th hesitated, suddenly feeling unsure whether she should have involved Stelle after all.
The shaking left Su Jinyan dizzy; stumbling forward, he collapsed into March 7th's arms.
Caught off guard, March 7th didn't know how to react. "What should we do? You made him pass out from dizziness."
Unable to resist, Stelle chimed in with a reminder, "Little March, have you considered one thing?"
March 7th's lovely eyes looked bewildered. "Ah, what question?"
Stelle quietly revealed the truth, "How could someone like him get dizzy from just being shaken? I bet he's merely taking advantage of the situation to get closer to you."
"Eep!"
"Little Su'zi, how dare you take liberties with this young lady!" Blushing furiously, March 7th hastily pushed Su Jinyan away.
Su Jinyan grumbled, "You've already been pregnant; why are you still so bashful?"
Embarrassed and flustered, March 7th waved her delicate fists at him, ready to strike. "Stop it! Enough is enough, don't push your luck!"
Fu Xuan's expression turned slightly stern, and she cleared her throat, effectively halting their squabble. "The Divination Commission is a place of solemn tranquility—such disorderly behavior is wholly inappropriate."
March 7th glanced guiltily at Fu Xuan.
Oops, I stepped on a landmine. If memory serves me right, there's quite an ambiguous relationship between Lady Fu Xuan and Little Su'zi. Is she feeling jealous of me?
Fu Xuan lifted her small face, glaring at Su Jinyan. "A-Yan," she said firmly, "pay close attention and learn well today. Remember everything this venerable one teaches you, understood?"
Looking directly at Fu Xuan, Su Jinyan responded earnestly, "This disciple dares not disregard Shizun's teachings."
Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed slightly as she playfully scolded him, "Hmph, you're always so quick with your words."
March 7th had awoken from a drifting block of perpetual ice, devoid of any knowledge about her past or origins.
It was witnessing Fu Xuan effortlessly deduce Kafka's history using the Matrix of Prescience Ultima that sparked March 7th's desire to recover her own lost memories.
Fu Xuan showed no resistance to little March's request. With sufficient information to aid the calculations, exploring the past is akin to predicting the future—there's no fundamental difference.
Moreover, this presented an opportune moment for Fu Xuan to teach Su Jinyan how to properly utilize the Matrix of Prescience Ultima.
After a brief moment, the formation base activated, talismans shimmering, and the Matrix of Prescience was ready.
Fu Xuan looked up and asked, "The array is prepared."
"Miss March, are you ready?"
March 7th hesitated, unsure. "Uh, I think...probably...I might be ready..."
Fu Xuan cautioned, "Please remain steadfast in your resolve. Not all memories are meant to be awakened.
"On life's journey, people often bear much pain and burden."
"If you're not fully prepared, we can pause the divination."
"This venerable one would hate for well-intended actions to inadvertently cause you harm," Fu Xuan cautioned.
March 7th took a deep breath. "I-it's okay! We've come this far anyway."
"Whether donkey or horse, both must be treated as living beings!" Fu Xuan declared firmly. "Now then, this venerable one will connect you to the Matrix of Prescience Ultima."
"The matrix will read your memories and guide you through revisiting your past."
"If we reach the barrier obstructing your recollections,
the Matrix of Prescience will use the acquired information to deduce and construct a plausible version of your forgotten history."
March 7th nodded gently. "I understand. Will they join me too?"
Fu Xuan shook his head slightly. "Apologies, but you serve as the central focus for the Matrix of Prescience's observation and calculations.
Others' involvement would only introduce redundant data.
In other words, within the Memory Palace reconstructed by the Matrix of Prescience, you can rely solely on yourself."
Stelle offered comforting reassurance, "Don't worry, March, you can do it."
Fu Xuan took Su Jinyan's hand, speaking softly, "Let us begin. There is no need for concern.
This venerable one and A-Yan will remain outside the Matrix of Prescience.
We possess the ability to communicate with you at any time, allowing limited intervention in the memory recall process."
Su Jinyan felt a stirring anticipation.
Thanks to Fu Xuan, he could now clearly see the Memory Palace constructed by March 7th.
With just a thought, he could influence the Memory Palace's recall process, even modifying its contents if desired.
Before long, the Matrix of Prescience had reconstructed March 7th's Memory Palace.
Under the dark night sky at Cloudford Port stood a familiar blonde-haired man.
Fu Xuan softly spoke, "The Matrix of Prescience has now reconstructed your past."
"The scene before us is built using the memories and items you provided as its foundation."
"How are you feeling, Miss March?"
March 7th clutched her head, murmuring, "Ugh... my head feels slightly dizzy..."
"Hey, isn't this where Little Su'zi first met Luocha that day?"
"And over there, isn't that Luocha?"
In the starlit darkness, with the full moon shimmering above, Luocha leisurely stepped into a narrow, shadowy alleyway.
Su Jinyan, puzzled, asked, "I don't think you've ever formally met Luocha, have you?"
"Besides, when I encountered Luocha, it was daytime. Why is it night here?"
Fu Xuan lightly pressed her lips together, pondering aloud, "Hmm, after all, this is the Matrix of Prescience's interpretation; discrepancies might occur..."
"But such significant deviations? It doesn't make sense."
Excitement shone brightly in March 7th's eyes, "It feels like watching a movie, so intriguing!"
"Let's go, we should follow and see what happens."
Shortly thereafter, Luocha halted before a tightly locked door.
Fu Xuan glanced at Su Jinyan. "Could it be that you're interfering with little March's memories?"
Su Jinyan shrugged. "Shizun, I'm not that bored," he replied. "Teasing little March occasionally is one thing, but why would I hinder her from recovering her memories? It wouldn't benefit me at all, right?"
March 7th nodded in agreement. "That makes sense. Little Su'zi may seem unreliable most of the time, but when it comes down to crucial moments, he's quite dependable."
Proudly placing her hands on her hips, Luocha scoffed, "Hmph, trying to stop this maiden with such a basic lock?"
Su Jinyan and Fu Xuan exchanged glances, realizing their subconscious bias against Luocha ran deep.
Blushing, March 7th hastily explained, "Uh, this maiden genuinely doesn't have any memory of this happening."
"It must be due to an error in the Matrix of Prescience, yes, definitely that."
Luocha's lips curved slightly as she pulled out a fake dong from her pocket and inserted it into the door lock.
With a click, the tightly sealed door swung open.
Su Jinyan was speechless.
Fu Xuan shot him a glance. "Your doing?"
Feeling unfairly accused, Su Jinyan protested, "No way! I swear it wasn't me."
March 7th's expressive eyes turned serious. "Strange, this maiden truly has no recollection of this event."
"Considering the late hour, where exactly is Luocha heading?"
Fu Xuan cautioned them, "Keep up and observe what he intends to do first. Be careful not to let him discover you."
"Miss March," Fu Xuan continued, "if this venerable one's guess is correct, your memory of this event has been severely distorted.
"After we ascertain Luocha's true intentions,
"by eliminating any interfering factors that appear before you, we can bypass this distorted memory segment."
Without alerting Luocha, Su Jinyan and his companions discreetly trailed behind until they finally encountered Luocha's contact.
Not far away, Welt confronted Luocha, his voice cold. "Halt! What brings you here?"
Luocha remained silent.
Impatient, Welt pressed, "I'm asking you, kid—what are you doing here?"
March 7th blinked her lovely eyes. "Strange, why would Uncle Yang be here?"
Su Jinyan whispered, "Seems like you have quite the bias against Mr. Walter."
With a playful pout, March 7th gently pushed Su Jinyan aside. "Don't whisper so close to my ear; it tickles."
"Hmph," Fu Xuan muttered.
Facing Welt's interrogation, Luocha's expression remained placid. "I've come to deliver something. It must be handed directly to your boss. Please arrange for me to meet with him."
Welt nodded understandingly. "A delivery? The boss has been waiting for you, but I'll need you to prove your identity first before allowing you to see him."
Su Jinyan, puzzled, asked, "It's not about delivering that thing, is it?"
"Little March, you're far from innocent! Why do such thoughts always fill your mind?"
March 7th couldn't help but defend herself, "Hey, what does this have to do with me?"
"Well, Luocha's just doing what he normally does in real life."
Fu Xuan frowned and shushed her, "Hush, don't talk."
"Quick, look! What is Luocha about to do?"
Under the covert gaze of Su Jinyan and his companions, Luocha set down the coffin he had been carrying.
Embarrassed, March 7th murmured, "I think I can guess the next part of the plot."
Sure enough, as expected by everyone present, after setting down the coffin, Luocha slowly opened its lid, revealing the true contents within—a dazzling array of fake dicks arranged neatly inside.
Luocha's expression carried a hint of humility mixed with pleading, "Mr. Walter, you see, I have elderly parents and young dependents."
"If I don't sell these fake dicks today, my entire family will go hungry tonight."
"I beg you, please make an exception and let me meet your boss."
Feeling defensive, March 7th explained, "Don't blame me for having such dirty thoughts; it's just that Luocha made quite an impression on me that day, so..."
Su Jinyan and Fu Xuan nodded understandingly. Indeed, anyone would struggle to forget that scene.
Walter rasped hoarsely, "No."
"If exceptions were made for everyone, what's the point of rules?"
In a sudden moment of inspiration, Luocha retrieved a high-quality fake phallus from her coffin and placed it in Welt's hand.
"Mr. Walter, please consider bending the rules just this once?"
Welt examined it carefully, then nodded with satisfaction. "Ah~ ninety-nine percent genuine, quite rare indeed."
"Excellent, you've passed. I'll go fetch the boss right away."
Feeling flustered, March 7th whispered urgently, "That can't be right."
"In my memory, Uncle Yang was never like that. Is there some mistake?"
Fu Xuan's expression turned solemn. "The answer is already clear, Miss March."
"There's an external force interfering with your memories, neither by this venerable one nor A-Yan."
"Do you still wish to continue viewing these memories? Upcoming fragments may further challenge your understanding even more."
March 7th's face showed determination. "Yes, why not? If you say there might be an external influence tampering with my memories..."
"Then shouldn't we explore it further?! We can't let whoever sealed my memories get away scot-free!"
Fu Xuan gently nodded. "My interest in this matter grows stronger as well."
"Mine too," added Su Jinyan.
After accepting Luocha's bribe, Welt promptly turned to notify his boss.
Shortly thereafter, Welt led a dignified and rotund black Earless Rabbit wearing a bowler hat towards Luocha.
Su Jinyan exchanged glances with Fu Xuan, both looking somewhat astonished.
A cute black Earless Rabbit?
Welt bowed forward ingratiatingly, saying, "Boss, it's this person... They have the goods you require."
Luocha smiled faintly, hands tucked into his pockets.
March 7th chimed in, "That makes sense. When talking about Uncle Yang's boss, we can only think of our train conductor, Pom-Pom."
"Quite adorable..." Fu Xuan remarked.
"What does your train conductor want with such a thing?" Su Jinyan asked.
"Oh, gosh, I don't know either," March 7th replied. "Maybe in their backstory, it's considered rare contraband."
Welt cleared his throat, "Ahem, this is our boss, 'Star Tarot Bubbles' himself. Hurry up and present the goods for his inspection."
Fu Xuan whispered, "This venerable one adores Star Tarot Bubbles."
"Whenever A-Yan has time, he prepares them for me."
Luocha chuckled lightly, "Cash on delivery."
"Surely you understand such a simple rule?"
Impatiently, Welt retorted, "Enough chatter! Just hand over the goods as instructed!"
Pom-Pom stood with hands clasped behind their back. "It's alright, Pom," they said. "This cargo is exceptionally dangerous; his caution is understandable, Pom."
"Welt, give him the money, Pom," March 7th urged. "So, now are you willing to hand over the goods, Pom?"
Su Jinyan remarked, "March 7th seems quite fond of her catchphrase, huh?"
"It's all Pom-Pom, you dummy!" March 7th responded.
Fu Xuan remained silent, observing the situation unfold.
With a faint smile, Luocha was about to take the Credits from the briefcase in Welt's hand when both Pom-Pom and Welt suddenly shouted:
"Don't move!"
"Don't move, Pom!"
Two black handguns instantly trained on Luocha.
Luocha's expression shifted, slowly raising his hands. "Gentlemen, I assure you, my intentions are not malicious."
Unwilling to let down their guard, Pom-Pom sternly commanded, "Drop your weapon and turn around, Pom!"
The corner of Welt's mouth curled into a smug grin. "Heh heh heh, turn around or we'll open fire!"
Sighing, Luocha lowered his knight's rapier and gradually turned away.
March 7th whispered, "Why did things suddenly take such a drastic turn?"
Su Jinyan and Fu Xuan were speechless.
The plot had twisted so bizarrely that they found themselves unable to even offer sarcastic remarks.
Pom-Pom felt quite satisfied. "Very good, Pom! Just like this, Pom."
"We are officers of the Realm-Keeping Commission. Luocha, you're under arrest for illegally peddling fake dongs without authorization, Pom!"
With his back turned to Pom-Pom and Welt, Luocha's lips curved into a sinister smile.
"Death is not the end... The departed shall return!"
In that instant, Luocha swiftly spun around, now wielding two handguns aimed simultaneously at Welt and Pom-Pom.
Welt exclaimed, startled. Pom-Pom echoed with surprise.
Luocha chuckled faintly. "Just a trivial trick, nothing significant."
"It seems, my friends, we've reached a stalemate."
Welt adjusted his glasses, scoffing, "Naive, far too naive."
"Luocha, we've already positioned a sniper targeting you."
A red dot appeared on Luocha's forehead.
The camera abruptly panned out.
The sniper lay prone on a rooftop, holding a sniper rifle with its laser sight trained on Luocha's temple.
Luocha's expression remained composed. "It's not a bad move, but I've already arranged for drones to keep watch on your snipers."
The sniper glanced briefly at the distant drone and nonchalantly hummed a tune.
Pom-Pom scoffed, "Are you referring to that drone our hacker has taken control of, Pom?"
Luocha retorted coldly, "And are you referring to the hacker whose husband I've kidnapped?"
The scene shifted again, showing "Su Jinyan" being dragged away with a sack over his head.
Fu Xuan was speechless, as was Su Jinyan himself.
Pom-Pom calmly asked, "The hacker's husband you mentioned, is it the one who just filed for divorce, Pom?"
Luocha's breath quickened. "Nonsense! Their marriage is clearly very stable!"
Pom-Pom chuckled, "Ha ha ha, Pom, I dare say that's not the case, Pom."
"Because I've been sleeping with her husband for half a year now, Pom!"
Both Su Jinyan and Fu Xuan stared, bewildered.
March 7th covered her mouth, her face flushing red from suppressing laughter.
Welt spoke evenly, "Alright, Luocha, surrender peacefully. You're no match for our Luofu Land Measuring Office."
Pom-Pom nodded in agreement, "That's right, Pom, hurry up and yield, Pom!"
A confident smile curved the corners of Luocha's lips. "It seems you indeed have me cornered, but you've forgotten one thing..."
Just as he finished speaking, Welt abruptly spun around, adjusting his gun's aim to target Pom-Pom's head.
Pom-Pom stared, bewildered.
Luocha smiled. "Whenever I venture out, I always remember to bring an ally."
Slowly turning, Pom-Pom lifted her gaze to stare at Welt. "Your ally is this stinking brat, huh, Pom?"
"I knew he was a traitor from the very first day he joined the Realm-Keeping Commission, Pom!"
Welt pushed up his glasses. "Oh, you've known all along?"
Pom-Pom nodded matter-of-factly. "Of course, Pom."
In a stern voice, Welt replied, "I also knew that you've always been aware."
Indignant, Pom-Pom exclaimed, "Stop joking! How could you not know, Pom?
"I knew you've always known that I knew, Pom!"
At this moment, Pom-Pom found herself completely at a disadvantage.
Both their guns were trained on her, while Pom-Pom's firearm only pointed at Luocha alone.
Luocha smiled faintly. "It seems the outcome has already been decided."
Pom-Pom huffed. "Is that so? Talking with you two has left me parched, Pom.
"If only there was some Pu'er tea to soothe my throat, Pom!"
Upon hearing the keyword, Welt's pupils contracted sharply, triggering his inner personality awakening.
"Judge Walter 'Pu'er' of the Ten-Lords Commission reporting for duty!"
Welt swiftly drew another pistol, its muzzle now aimed at Luocha.
Luocha's expression turned grim. "You're actually a Judge from the Ten-Lords Commission?"
Welt replied, "That's correct, and my primary confidential mission is to—"
"Investigate Star Taro Bubbles Boss for bribery!"
The muzzle of Welt's other pistol remained trained on Pom-Pom.
Luocha was momentarily speechless.
Pom-Pom's expression grew complicated. "Pu'er, give me a chance, please."
"How can I give you a chance?" Welt asked.
Pom-Pom forced a stiff smile. "I didn't have a choice before, but now I want to be a good rabbit, okay?"
Welt spoke firmly, "Fine, go tell it to the King of Ten. Let's see if he allows you to turn over a new leaf."
Pom-Pom's smile faded as they stared intently at him. "So you're essentially saying I must die?"
Welt smiled faintly. "Sorry, I am a Judge."
"Who knows that?" Pom-Pom questioned.
Silently, Welt nudged his gun forward slightly.
Pom-Pom narrowed their eyes and slowly lifted their hat. "Who do you think you are, pu'er?"
"And you thought I was..."
"Who?!"
"Pom—"
As Pom-Pom lifted his hat, he vanished before everyone's eyes, as if performing a magic trick.
In his place, Stellaron Hunter Kafka leaped out!
Su Jinyan, March 7th, and Fu Xuan were taken aback, all exclaiming with question marks on their faces.
Kafka's lips curved slightly, dual pistols aimed simultaneously at Welt and Luocha. "Can you distinguish between hunter and prey?"
Welt began to smile too, swiftly tearing off his human skin mask to reveal his true identity.
Chewing gum, Silver Wolf held twin guns, also targeting both Kafka and Luocha.
"Of course, Kafka."
Kafka frowned. "Silver Wolf?"
With a cold sneer, Silver Wolf declared, "Kafka, my husband is in your custody, hand him over!"
A chill flickered in Kafka's beautiful eyes. "Silver Wolf, don't play victim when you're the culprit. Wasn't A-Yan always with you?"
Luocha, clutching their cheek, started chuckling softly.
Both Kafka and Silver Wolf furrowed their brows. "What are you laughing about?"
Luocha abruptly tore off their disguise, revealing Su Jinyan's face beneath.
"I laugh at your ignorance and foolishness!" Listen up, Silver Wolf, Kafka!"
"None of you will stop me from selling those fake dongs; no one will!"
Silver Wolf's plump lips formed an 'O' shape in disbelief. "Impossible!"
"You clearly retaliated against my interference by secretly teaming up with Fu Xuan to undermine me."
Fu Xuan blinked, bewildered.
"How could I, a genius hacker, endure such humiliation?"
"So, the real 'Su Jinyan' has already been killed by me. And who might you be?"
Kafka was stunned. "Then who exactly did I kidnap?"
"Wasn't it your husband, Silver Wolf?"
"My husband—"
Fu Xuan couldn't bear it any longer. Can't you even check before claiming someone as your husband so recklessly?
Just as Fu Xuan prepared to intervene, Su Jinyan's right eye suddenly emitted a peculiar glow. Scanning the area, they sneered, "Enough! Experience the greatness of maternal love now!"
No one present escaped unscathed; all fell victim to the Pregnant Gaze.
Caught off guard, even Su Jinyan, Fu Xuan, and March 7th were not spared.
March 7th's expression turned fearful. "No way! How is this possible?"
Su Jinyan clutched his rapidly swelling abdomen, gasping, "Oh, the wickedness!"
"March, just what goes on inside your head?" exclaimed Su Jinyan, never imagining he'd one day experience pregnancy himself.
Fu Xuan, enduring the pain of the unexpected condition, raised her delicate hand with great restraint. Using the technique "Striking Jupiter," she effortlessly dispelled the distorted illusions.
March 7th lamented, "Huh? Grand Diviner, why did you get rid of them so quickly? I wasn't done watching yet."
"But we're already pregnant; can't we continue observing?" Fu Xuan replied mildly, "Hmph, there's no need to watch further. It's clear that external forces have tampered with your memories. Eliminating these illusions was the best choice."
March 7th chuckled sheepishly, "I really wanted to know what happened to Su Jinyan... Even though my subconscious lacks storytelling talent, creating plots without logic, don't you find it amusing?"
As the saying goes: once is unfamiliar, twice becomes routine.
Although still painful, having experienced pregnancy before, March 7th seemed less anxious this time around.
Fu Xuan retorted unhappily, "I'm afraid your conscious mind lacks screenplay talent too!"
If you truly possessed such talent, why wouldn't this venerable one be present?
Su Jinyan wiped his sweat and discreetly took Fu Xuan's soft little hand.
The expression on Shizun's face earlier seemed entirely intent on dealing fatal blows to Kafka and her companions.
I must comfort Shizun properly; otherwise, she might take out her frustration on me if she feels overwhelmed.
"Shizun, if it hurts, please hold my hand."
Fu Xuan's cheeks flushed slightly as she made a token attempt to pull away. Unable to free herself, she allowed him to continue holding her hand. This gesture felt reassuring, akin to the warmth of a child's father tightly grasping their partner during childbirth.
"Oh, must you flaunt your affection even here?"
"Little Su'zi, quickly extend your arm for me to bite."
"No biting!"
As their gaze remained fixed on pregnancy, a Belobog heater suddenly materialized in the alley.
Fu Xuan wondered aloud, "Hm? What's this unexpected object?"
March 7th chimed in, "I know what it is! This is a Belobog heater!"
"But how did it appear here?"
Fu Xuan pondered for a moment. "It seems that within a fabricated memory, elements from a genuine experience have intertwined."
"Like an invasive foreign body?" March 7th felt uneasy. "Foreign body... sounds really ominous."
"Could we need surgery to remove it?"
Fu Xuan shook her head. "Not at all; quite the opposite, actually. I believe this 'foreign body' signifies the Matrix of Prescience purging interference."
"It has successfully retraced another of your experiences," she continued. "Let's tap it and see if we can jump into that segment."
Touching the heater? That sounded like an absolutely terrible idea.
March 7th looked skeptical. Was the Grand Diviner perhaps seeking retribution?
"Erm, Lady Fu Xuan, I've never touched a heater before."
"It's glowing red-hot. If I place my hand there, won't my delicate skin end up golden and crispy..."
March 7th pouted and hesitantly stepped back, highly resistant.
Fu Xuan glared at her. "Don't worry, this is a memory space," she reassured. "As long as you haven't been burned by it in reality, you won't get hurt by it here either..."
"But we were pregnant just now..." March 7th muttered under her breath.
Fu Xuan's face darkened, and she firmly grasped March 7th's delicate hand, pushing it toward the heater. "Enough chatter, touch it already."
"Eh, eh, eh! Don't pull my hand... H-H-Hot, hot, hot, HOT!"
March 7th felt like crying but couldn't produce tears—it had to be retaliation; Lady Fu Xuan was definitely too petty for her own good, seeking revenge without a doubt!