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Chapter 107. Memory Cage

Time was limited, so Char only briefly explained some of the content, such as how the world was constantly restarting, and how his ultimate mission was to kill Zin'rokh.

Just like how Evelyn could not figure out whether she was an NPC or some other existence, Hilda #75 could not figure out that she was just a memory carrier.

She thought of herself as Hilda, but for some reason, she had become like this. She held more affection for Char than a close friend.

Char was very sure of this, and she had a very subtle feeling.

Although she was indeed a living person and was no different from the past, she was completely different from the real Evelyn.

Just like how you could not go back to using things like HD, 4k, and 144hz after using them. Before they were created, one would not notice the difference between 60hz and 1080p. However, in comparison, the difference between the two was like heaven and earth.

The difference here was easier to understand.

As for Hilda herself...

She fell into that state of pain again halfway through listening, and this time it was far more intense than before.

Char had no choice but to let her fall asleep again.

He suspected that there was something wrong with the Hilda that had been left in the dungeon.

At the end of the story, both Evelyn and Hilda #75 fell into a long silence.

This speech had nothing to do with the doubt of existence. It did not make the Dark Elf doubt herself. It just made her feel infinitely small, convinced that there was a Supreme God playing with the world.

This seemed to be a common occurrence in illusion world, where the strong preyed on the weak.

After all, there was no absolute order here, and the difference in individual strength was obvious.

"So, you know so much because of...?"

"Yes, I've experienced it once."

"So, you really don't remember anything?" Char looked straight into her eyes.

The Dark Elf avoided his gaze.

No matter what she recalled, no matter if what Char said was true or false, she only believed in what she saw and experienced with her own eyes.

Memories could be faked, just like the current meditation space. She did not believe that it was a memory that was forced on.

In the end, it was just that she did not want to believe that L was that kind of person.

Char probably knew what she was thinking, so she was relieved.

He looked at Hilda #75. She was looking at him with the usual tender eyes that Char was very familiar with. She was perfectly acting as a lover, and did not feel anything wrong at all.

"So, you'll come to find me every time you reincarnate?"

Char laughed in embarrassment.

"Ha, most of the time, I'll be tired."

"Ha, man's Pixiu"

Hilda touched his face and said, " "So where is this place?"

"It was about twenty days before we met." Char held her hand and placed it on her face, carefully recalling. "A team of about 500 Light Elf soldiers passed by the corpse hiding swamp."

He helped her confirm the time before and after the meditation incident, but Hilda shook her head again, indicating that she really could not remember what happened.

Char took a deep breath and told him Zena's Story.

"That's what happened, you'll be saved by a passing witch..."

"Leidana?" Hilda #75 suddenly said a name.

"Yes, it's her!"

"I remember."

She suddenly stood up from Char's legs and mumbled something to herself.

With every step she took, her figure would change slightly. In just a few seconds, she had completely transformed from the Elf Hilda into the Witch Hilda!

Char could not help but curse in disbelief.

She was dressed in a crimson evening gown, the ribbon around her waist embroidered with the patterns of the sun elf royal family.

This was the gift he had given her before he left for the 75 rounds...

"My dear, I remember now."

Hilda #75 spun around on the spot, like a queen at a banquet.

She smiled at Char. "Perhaps this is God's will. It was a year after you left that day, and I happened to be wearing this."

Char was stunned, and then blinked her eyes hard, her heart filled with satisfaction.

There were still people who remembered.

'It's so good...'

Hilda #75 exuded the charm of a mature woman. She returned to Char's side and let his head rest on her chest, kissing his hair.

The two of them had a perfectly compatible temperament.

"Ah, so you can cry too. Is it because you haven't seen me in a long time?"

Char chuckled and did not comment.

The brief moment of affection was quickly interrupted. There were messy footsteps and all kinds of screams outside the house. Golden Butterfly City seemed to be in chaos.

As soon as she stood up, Hilda #75 cut her finger. A drop of blood condensed into the shape of an eye in the air and flew out of the window.

A few seconds later, her expression changed.

"We have to leave quickly! To the north!"

Char could feel the urgency in her expression. He nodded and carried Hilda out of the window, followed by the Dark Elf.

The usually quiet and peaceful Golden Butterfly City was filled with uneasiness. People were panicking as they kept their distance from the city Lord's mansion.

An 11-story building had suddenly appeared over there. An ominous black smoke was overflowing from it, and a blood-red light soared into the sky.

The one who was really pushing the crowd and fleeing was a figure at the end of the long street whose trajectory could not be seen clearly.

With every rise and fall, a person's head would be separated from his body. Fresh blood bloomed like a flower on the street, and a sweet, fishy smell permeated from the distance like a bloody wind.

"This scene is so familiar."

Char narrowed her eyes.

He handed Hilda to Evelyn.

"You two head north and meet up with the guards there."

"How about you?"

"I'll go take a look at the answer."

Char turned around and left. The Dark Elf wanted to say something but was stopped by Hilda #75.

"You don't believe him?" She asked.

"Of course, I do."

"You don't look so sure." The witch smiled. "Maybe you're the woman he'll never let go of every time. Don't make me look down on you. Don't cause him trouble."

"I'm not like you!"

"That's right, you can't compare to me in terms of how to get along with him better."

The witch laughed sarcastically. The Dark Elf could only follow her in a fit of anger.

In Char's memory, the Golden Butterfly City would eventually become like this, and now it was more like a drill.

And it wasn't the same person who had caused the upheaval.

He could not see who that person was for the time being, as his perception was not enough to capture the other party's figure. However, he was more frequent than breathing when he fought the monsters, so he naturally knew the rules of their movement. They would move towards the place where the living gathered, and it was safe for him to walk alone as long as he paid a little attention to the movement.

After bypassing the main road that was being ravaged by the monsters, Char sneaked into the city lord's residence from the back.

This place was like hell.

The patrolling guards had their necks broken, and their broken limbs were scattered all over the ground. The air was filled with a nauseating smell. The dungeon was surrounded by black mist, and the power of the abyss was dense as far as the eye could see.

He stepped on the blood and entered the dungeon, which was full of mana, and then gasped.

Elf Hilda...

They were all dead.

Not only that, there was also the last hit.

He would not let anyone live.

"Master!"

The abundant mana immediately distorted and transformed into a face.

Zin'rokh...

"What's going on?" Char asked, frowning.

I'm not too sure, but I have a guess," Zin'rokh said in a low voice. He could not hide the excitement in his voice. "IT doesn't have the power to erase the past. Instead, it seals them up. Furthermore, IT did not prepare a place to seal the past. When I was carrying out this order, I accidentally opened a door.

"This place is the cage that IT seals up the past. It is a cage that stores memories."