Chapter 134: The script is becoming reality? The train is in chaos!
The plot arrived at the Herta Space Station.
As soon as they reached this scene, Dan Heng appeared in the plot.
He said in a solemn tone: " March, snap out of it, we need to hurry."
" Huh? Leave? Where's Miss Fu Xuan?"
" Fu Xuan? Who's that? No time for daydreaming, the space station is very dangerous right now."
" Follow me."
This time, there was no need to search for intervention sources one by one right from the start.
Just follow Dan Heng.
Dan Heng's voice sounded in the background again: " Station Master Asta said the Stellaron is stored in the room ahead... I guess the Legion is also very interested in it."
" This experience... I have a clue! It was before we met Stelle."
" Who's that? March, why are you saying strange things all day today... keep up with me."
Just as they were about to enter the Curio Collection Room.
Dan Heng's figure suddenly faded slowly until he disappeared from view.
And Fu Xuan's intermittent voice came through.
" March... can you see..."
" This Seat is increasingly certain that your memory has been interfered with... just don't know where this interference comes from..."
After issuing this warning, Fu Xuan was silent.
March 7th controlled herself to enter through the main door.
Suddenly, many characters appeared in the Curio Collection Room ahead!
There was Arlan from the Security Department.
Station Master Asta.
Herta's puppet.
At the very end, Stelle stood there alone, looking like a one-man army.
March 7th took a deep breath.
" Uncle Yang... why do I feel like this scene is different from the previous ones?"
" It feels lively yet eerie."
Turned her head.
March 7th was stunned.
Her hands couldn't help but loosen.
The phone " slapped " onto the desk.
" Uncle Yang...!?"
" Wh-where are the people!?"
Got up from the sofa and looked around.
Not just Uncle Yang.
Even Pom-Pom was gone!
The vast Observation Car was now empty, so quiet you could hear a pin drop!
March 7th was shocked.
Her mouth hung wide open.
As if she had seen a ghost!
Only now did she realize.
The car today seemed a bit too deserted, it's so quiet it made her feel a little scared!
" Impossible..."
" What could have taken Uncle Yang away in an instant?"
" Even the most terrifying enemy wouldn't make Uncle Yang not even make a sound for help..."
March 7th wanted to go to the passenger car to check.
She hoped to see everyone there.
Even seeing Pom-Pom would be good!
Just then.
A voice suddenly came from the phone on the desk.
" March 7th, even if you look back, you can only find a chaotic and unchangeable past."
March 7th was startled.
Turned around.
Carefully picked up the phone.
Only then did she realize that the dialogue with Arlan in the game had been opened at some point.
" It must have been accidentally touched when it fell on the desk just now..."
March 7th muttered to herself.
" Yes, it must be like this."
Of course.
There was another possibility.
But March 7th forced herself not to think in that direction.
Continued the dialogue with Arlan.
" You are the only survivor, the last princess, of the Diamond World, Adlivun. That star was burned into an obsidian hell the moment Nanook ascended."
" Your parents, filled with despair, sent you, an infant, into a ship of ice, and then, filled with hope, watched you sink into the vast, stormy waves of the star sea."
" You were picked up and raised by the nameless. You are the only savior, the promise of rebirth."
March 7th had been feeling a bit eerie and strange.
Seeing these words come out of Arlan's mouth, she couldn't help but " pfft " and laugh.
Because.
This was the experience she had made up for herself in the novel.
As a result, it was brought out as subconscious content in this plot.
The next one, Asta, was even more ridiculous.
It said she was once a Galaxy Ranger.
March 7th directly dismissed this statement.
She knew.
The current situation was a bit off.
Whether it was inside the game or outside the game.
It seemed, ever since she started this mission.
An indescribable, bizarre atmosphere had been released from within the game, and even the Astral Express hadn't been spared.
She even suspected that the game's plot had entered reality?
But there was nothing she could do.
The plot had to continue!
" I just feel like something else is going to happen next..."
Talked to Herta.
This time, the background story was even more outrageous!
So outrageous that she herself doubted if it might be true.....
Because, often the most unexpected one is the truth.
Herta turned around and said: " March 7th, a member of the Astral Express Nameless."
" After being picked up by Himeko, she was released from the Six-Phase Ice that sealed her body. She lost her memory of the past."
" Because she had no past to speak of. She was once an Aeon. Aeons have no past; from the moment they ascend, their past and future existence are submerged by the Path."
" March 7th's mistake was losing the divine authority that belonged to a god."
Walking forward.
March 7th thought.
If she were an Aeon, what Path would she be on?
At the very end.
Stelle was guarding it alone, like the final boss.
She opened her mouth and said: " Little March, don't keep recalling."
" What's the point of remembering those past things? You've forgotten them, and that means they aren't important to you."
" The moment a Nameless boards the train means a new life. The path beneath our feet will be a road of no return."
" Go explore, go trailblaze, don't stain the honor of the Nameless by looking back."
Her character in the plot also directly retorted: " Stop talking."
" You're not her, not at all."
" She would never be so pushy here, urging me to give up something important to me."
" I don't care who you are, disappear immediately, get out of the way, and stop impersonating my friend."
[ Enter Combat ]
March 7th began controlling the Quantum Battleship to fight the enemies.
Just as her character in the plot said.
She had to personally defeat these impostors blocking her [ Trailblazing ] and search for her true memory!
But what March 7th didn't know was.
Around her on the sofa, sat a group of individuals similar to [ Messengers ], the Emanators of Memory!
They were sitting neatly together, watching her play the game plot!
One of them spoke, saying in a voice only they could hear: " She still decided to continue exploring..."
" Should we make our move?"
" Wait!"
" Although we don't know if that memory will be in the subsequent plot, it hasn't reached the point of no return yet."
" Shielding her from this memory is a last resort."
" Let's give her a little more time."