The road ho was shrouded in the warm hues of twilight, and the streetlights emulating natural light gradually lit up on both sides of the street.
Jeming continued to slowly mobilize his spiritual power in his mind, like a snail crawling, while habitually observing this "familiar" yet unfamiliar world.
At a crossroads, while waiting for the traffic light, his eyes accidentally swept across a figure at a vending machine buying a drink, and he was stunned.
That person... he knew!
Strictly speaking, he didn’t really know him.
It was just that during the assembly for this plane expedition, they had crossed paths once.
He rembered the slightly arrogant young face, a Fourth Level Wizard, but knew nothing else about him except seeing his appearance while passing through a Teleportation Gate.
Jeming was very sensitive to energy fluctuations, and although it was just a quick glance, he had so impression of the other person’s soul’s aura and appearance.
"What’s wrong?" Victor keenly noticed Jeming’s montary pause, followed his gaze, and then revealed a knowing expression, "Oh, it’s him. Unexpected to run into this guy after high school."
Jeming blinked, quickly searching through his false mories.
Sure enough, a related piece of information erged: the young man across the street was nad "Kevin," a high school classmate of his—relations were... quite unfriendly. The reason being that in the last year of high school, through so kind of "academic duel," Jeming took ownership of an iron rod from him and beca the forr school’s bully.
"Hmm, quite a coincidence." Jeming replied vaguely, suppressing the waves in his heart.
After saying goodbye to Victor at the fork in the road, he walked alone towards "ho," with a more complex mood.
Skillfully opened the door, greeted the "parents" watching news in the living room, and almost imdiately retreated to his bedroom, locking the door behind him.
He flopped onto the bed face-up, closed his eyes, expelled all distractions, and once again imrsed his entire mind into the dead silent sea of Qi in his Dantian.
His will transford into an invisible force, continuing the tedious and difficult task of pushing the stagnant spiritual power towards that faint sense of attraction.
Ti passed in silence until the outside sky was completely dark, and his mother’s voice ca through the door, calling him to eat. Then Jeming opened his eyes wearily.
Checking his progress, a barely noticeable gleam flashed in the depths of Jeming’s pupils.
His luck was good; the effect was better than expected!
Though still difficult, he could clearly feel that with each attempt, the efficiency of mobilizing spiritual power was slowly but steadily increasing.
It seed that the "adaptive evolution" property from the "Body Refining Technique" was still at work, seemingly gradually adapting to this environnt where his power was suppressed, instinctively seeking breakthroughs and optimization paths.
"At this rate, even if I can’t manipulate spiritual power around the clock, I’ll connect to the inner space in up to five days!" Jeming felt assured, with a clear sense of anticipation, relieved of much of his anxiety.
At the dinner table, seeing Jeming’s fatigue that he could hardly conceal, "parents" offered concerned advice not to overwork and to balance study and relaxation.
Jeming nodded in agreent while his thoughts drifted to "Kevin," whom he saw during the day.
This situation was very strange.
If he were very familiar with that wizard, it would make sense for this plane to construct a corresponding false identity from his mory template.
But the problem was, they had only t once, not even exchanging words.
Even a novice in this path knows that one of the basic principles of constructing illusions or ntal worlds is to minimize elents that might trigger "déjà vu" or logical conflict for the subject.
Typically, they would only use two types of characters: extrely familiar, or completely unfamiliar.
Using soone "seen only once, not familiar but rembered" is risky, prone to subconscious alertness due to sudden déjà vu.
Reflecting on the actual knowledge learned in this world, which far exceeded his own knowledge base...
A bold and shocking guess, like a lightning bolt in the dark, suddenly appeared in Jeming’s mind!
"Could it be... this world isn’t entirely ’false’?" Jeming shook his head, refraining from further thought.
It’s not ti to jump to conclusions yet, as sufficient information and clues haven’t been gathered.
"However, if this speculation holds, then I need to find others to verify it..."
He needed to find enough samples to observe their states, even attempt contact.
After dinner, Jeming returned to his room.
He didn’t imdiately resu manipulating spiritual power. The fatigue from high-intensity ntal focus was real—the body suppressed to an ordinary person’s level needed rest.
He decided to change his mindset and at the sa ti execute the "supplent common knowledge" plan.
He activated the holographic computer screen in the room, connected to this world’s internet, and began searching for advanced knowledge that had piqued his interest in class, especially regarding physics, space-ti theories, and basic energy models.
"Oh? This energy circuit concept is... interesting, an unthought-of approach..."
"This formula... wonderful! It can simplify multidinsional calculations this way?"
Soon, the wizard’s nature prevailed, and Jeming completely imrsed himself in the sea of knowledge, eagerly absorbing the unfamiliar yet logically coherent information, temporarily forgetting the predicant of being trapped.
The next day, on the way to school, like yesterday, Jeming walked with Amy and Victor, though Amy seed sowhat preoccupied.
"What’s wrong?" Jeming wasn’t really inclined to care, but considering he had to maintain his character, he still asked.
She spoke, "Well... my aunt’s birthday is coming up, and I want to pick out a gift for her, but I don’t know what to get. Do you have any suggestions?"
Jeming asked in return, "Is there anything she’s particularly fond of?"
Amy thought carefully, and her expression beca sowhat subtle: "She... rather likes movies."
Victor, seeing Amy’s expression, wondered, "The way you say that, it doesn’t seem to be entirely the case?"
Amy was silent for a mont, then quietly said with a bit of embarrassnt, "She really loves watching movies... but when I once asked her why she was so engrossed, she said... she just felt that watching villains in movies completely defeated by righteous companions, having their beliefs shattered made her feel particularly happy, especially... satisfied."
Jeming twitched his eyelids at these words.
This kind of explanation... sounded off.
No, strictly speaking, it carried a sense of familiarity.
Victor didn’t think too much and directly suggested, "That’s simple, buy her a ticket to a popular movie, or a limited edition DVD, or a poster."
Amy seed hesitant about the suggestion, thinking it wasn’t thoughtful enough.
Sothing stirred in Jeming’s mind, and he suddenly proposed, "The day after tomorrow is a rest day, why don’t we go to the shopping district together? We might co across sothing eye-catching."
"Yes, yes!" Amy instantly agreed.
Victor also nodded nonchalantly.
Seeing the two agree, Jeming nodded to himself secretly.
In truth, his real intention was to explore this false world on a larger scale, as his current range of activity was too limited.
Conveniently, helping to buy a gift also served as a good excuse.
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