The narrative reached the Herta space station scene.
As soon as it began, Dan Heng appeared within the plot and spoke with a serious tone, "March, stay focused. We need to hurry."
"Hmm? Departing now? What about Fu Xuan?"
"Fu Xuan? Who's that? There's no ti for daydreams; the space station is extrely dangerous right now.
"Follow ."
This ti, there was no imdiate need to individually search for the source of interference. All March 7th had to do was run alongside Dan Heng.
Dan Heng's voice echoed in the background again, "Station Director Asta says the Stellaron is stored in the room ahead... I suspect the legion would be highly interested in it too."
"This experience... I'm starting to rember! It happened before we encountered Stelle."
"And who might she be? March, why are you speaking such odd things today... Keep up with ."
Just as they entered the Room of Curiosities,
Dan Heng's figure suddenly faded until he disappeared from view entirely.
In its place ca Fu Xuan's intermittent voice:
"March... Must see her..."
"This venerable one grows increasingly certain that your mories have been tampered with... Just unsure where this interference originates..."
After delivering this warning, Fu Xuan fell silent once more.
March 7th controlled herself to enter through the large doorway.
Suddenly, nurous figures erged from the Room of Curiosities ahead.
There was Arlan from the Security Division, Station Director Asta, Herta's mannequin—
And at the far end stood Stelle alone, exuding an aura as if ready to face insurmountable odds single-handedly.
March 7th took a deep breath.
"Uncle Yang... Why does this scene feel different from the others?"
"It seems both lively and eerie."
She turned around.
Instantly, March 7th froze, her hands involuntarily loosening. The phone slipped from her grasp with a soft clack onto the table.
"Uncle Yang...?! W-Where did everyone go?!"
March 7th rose from the sofa, scanning the surroundings frantically. Not only had Uncle Yang disappeared, but Pom-Pom was gone too! The vast Parlor Car was now eerily empty, so quiet that even the drop of a pin would be audible.
March 7th was stunned, her mouth agape as if she'd seen a ghost!
It dawned on her then—today, the train seed unusually desolate, so silent it instilled a creeping sense of fear.
"This can't be happening..."
"What could possibly take Uncle Yang away without a trace?"
"Even against the most terrifying enemy, he wouldn't fail to cry for help, right...?"
March 7th decided to check the Passenger Cabin, hoping to find the group there—or at least Pom-Pom.
Just then, a voice suddenly ca from the phone lying on the table.
"March 7th, even if you look back, all you'll find is a chaotic and ever-shifting past."
A sudden chill ran down March 7th's spine.
She turned around cautiously and picked up her phone.
Only then did she realize that at so point, a conversation with Arlan from the ga had been inadvertently opened.
"It must have happened when I dropped it on the table just now..." March 7th murmured to herself. "Yes, that's definitely what happened."
Of course, there was another possibility, but March 7th forced herself not to entertain such thoughts.
Instead, she continued reading the dialogue with Arlan:
"You are the sole survivor of Diamonde World, its last princess. The mont Nanook ascended, that star was engulfed in obsidian flas, transforming into a hellish inferno.
"In despair, your parents placed infant you aboard an icy vessel, watching with hope as you disappeared amidst the tumultuous waves of the vast star sea.
"You were found and raised by the Naless Ones. You are their only savior, the promise of rebirth."
Initially, March 7th felt a sense of eerie strangeness creeping in.
As soon as she heard these words from Arlan's mouth, March 7th couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "pfft."
Because...
This was the fabricated backstory she had created for herself in her novel. Now, it surfaced unexpectedly within this plotline, seemingly dredged up from soone's subconscious.
The next version of Asta was even more absurd, claiming she used to be a Galaxy Ranger.
March 7th imdiately dismissed this notion. She sensed that sothing wasn't quite right—both within and outside the ga. Ever since embarking on this mission, an indescribable eerie atmosphere seed to have seeped out from the virtual world, affecting even the Astral Express.
She began to wonder if the ga's storyline might be bleeding into reality.
But there was no turning back; the narrative must continue!
"I can't shake the feeling that sothing else is about to happen..."
Engaging in conversation with Herta, the next origin story beca even more outrageous! So much so that she started questioning whether any of it could be true... often, the most unexpected explanation turns out to be the reality.
Herta turned towards her and said, "March 7th, a mber of The Naless aboard the Astral Express."
"After being discovered by Hiko, she was liberated from the six-sided ice that sealed her body. She lost all mories of her past."
"Because she never truly had a past to begin with. As an Aeon, once they ascend, their existence's past and future beco subrged within their fate paths."
"The mistake March 7th committed was losing the divine authority bestowed upon her."
As March 7th continued forward,
she pondered, If I were indeed an Aeon, what kind of destiny would my star represent?
At the journey's end, Stelle stood alone, guarding the location like a final boss.
She spoke up, "Little March, stop dwelling on those mories."
"Why dwell on the past when you've already forgotten it? That simply ans it holds no significance for you."
"The mont The Naless boarded the train marked a rebirth. We now tread a path with no turning back."
"Explore, Trailblaze, but do not tarnish The Naless' honor by looking back."
In response, the version of herself from this scenario firmly retorted, "Enough."
"You're not her; you bear no resemblance."
"She would never be so confrontational here, urging to abandon what's important to ."
"I don't care who you are. Disappear right now, get out of my way, and stop pretending to be my friend."
[Enter Combat Mode]
March 7th began commanding the quantum fleet against their enemies.
Just as she had declared earlier:
She must personally defeat these imposters obstructing her Trailblazing journey to uncover her true mories!
However, unbeknownst to March 7th, nurous mokeepers resembling the ssenger were seated on sofas around her. They gathered neatly, observing her progress through the ga's storyline!
One of them spoke, using a voice audible only to those present: "She still chooses to continue exploring..."
"Shouldn't we intervene now?"
"Hold on!"
"While it's uncertain if that mory will appear in the upcoming plot, it hasn't reached a point of no return yet."
"The suppression of her mory is a last resort asure."
"Let's give her so more ti."
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