Jin Jiuyao felt a bit unwilling; he wanted to say that perhaps Xiao Zi and William were using fake nas, but this ti as the words reached his lips, his brain caught up—these couldn’t be fake nas, and they shouldn’t be.
Because if they were fake nas, then the identity anchors they correspond to would have problems.
The significance of the Student ID card lies in anchoring the Experience Student’s identity with the na. If a fake na is used and self-cognition is overwritten by it, then the anchoring effect of the Student ID card would lose its hold, and consequently, the protection afforded by the "Student Code" would also disappear.
So, here cos the problem: the existence of Lin Yi and Wei Liang has already constituted a sort of paradox. Whether they exist or not seems sowhat unreasonable.
Their existence is in conflict with their identities.
Because when Lin Yi initially tried to deceive the Nocturnal species, he anchored himself to Li Huiyuan’s identity, the result of which was that his appearance began to distort, undergoing so grotesque transformation towards Li Huiyuan’s direction.
Ultimately, though he recovered, if the cognitive anchoring had been sealed like a steel stamp, then there would be no need to say much more.
Therefore, the only explanation is that Xiao Zi and William do not exist. They are wandering ghosts within the campus, still unable to escape the shadows that trapped them, even after so many years.
...
anwhile, on the other side, Lin Yi had been walking around the bookshelf area for quite a while. Following Wei Liang’s suggestion, he quickly found the first book—"Black Fog Echo."
The book’s cover was very ancient, engraved with so strange patterns, and the words "Black Fog Echo" emanated a ghostly glow. Perhaps it was because Lin Yi had preconceived notions about the book, he knew he had found the right direction just by looking at it.
He reached out to take the book, but as soon as his hand touched it, a creepy feeling began to surface in his mind, as if he heard laughter, like an ancient broken puppet erging from the layers and producing sounds dangling beside his ear.
He took the book down and opened the front page; a line of words imprinted into his eyes.
"To my dear successor:
I’m sorry for making you read these words, but the eting is both accidental and inevitable.
I never hoped anyone would see this book, but when you opened it, it ant you needed to know certain things.
I cannot clarify everything I’ve seen, nor can I wholly express what I wish to convey. Whatever you see, please firmly believe this is just a story.
Yes, I must stress this is a story, I need a strong enough cognitive overwrite to anchor certain established facts into my dream to prevent It from descending through my dream..."
All these words were handwritten, with so heavily crossed out, leaving severe erasure marks.
"This book... is actually handwritten?!"
For reasons unknown, a naless fear arose in Lin Yi’s heart just from reading the words on the front page.
He stared at the words, as if they started evolving oddly, swimming like countless tadpoles forming so symbols he completely could not comprehend.
Very soon, he could no longer make out what those words were, yet a deep human voice began to sound in his ears.
With the appearance of the voice, light and shadow around him began to distort, thin mists seed to flow out of the void, forming a bizarre phantom not far from him.
The source of that voice was this phantom.
As the phantom slowly floated, a figure appeared and disappeared within it.
This figure appeared like an unfamiliar traveler sitting beside a dim stall on a dark street, under the mist, only an old oil lamp emitted a faint glow.
Perhaps it was because Lin Yi could no longer understand those symbols, so the book visualized this figure, softly recounting the text within through oral narration:
"This is a story I concocted, whose protagonist is a ’Traveler’..."
"In August of X000 year, late sumr, I... oh no, that traveler embarked on a journey to the Scandinavian region in search of certain traces..."
"It has been six months since the "Black Moon Outpost" was discovered by the reconnaissance team of "Moon-III" ... After successive losses of elites, the Northern Alliance finally reluctantly allowed us, oh no... allowed the ’Traveler’ to bring people into that area..."
"If those stubborn white pigs had signed the agreent sooner, the losses wouldn’t have been so great... but it seems human life is insignificant compared to their interests."
"..."
"After a long trek... the Traveler finally reached the "Black Moon Outpost"..."
"Legends say it was built by the closest generation to the divine in human history to fend off the so-called ’Lost Souls,’... even from a great distance, the Traveler could still feel the heavy breath emitting from that ancient city..."
"..."
"By the ti the Traveler arrived at the Black Moon Outpost, the Northern Alliance people had mostly evacuated. The Traveler spent so money to pry open the mouths of a few departing individuals, learning that the Northern Alliance higher-ups were told by a group of tarot card enthusiasts that the "Black Moon Outpost" was about to sink entirely into another world... leaving little ti for the Traveler and their party..."
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