Chapter 1240: Chapter 58 April 17_3
It should be… the treatnt is over.
Lin Xian quickly untied Maimai and removed the tightly fastened helt.
The girl Maimai went limp all over.
Thud.
She dropped to her knees, wailing loudly:
“Waaah… waaah… no one reads my books… waaah…”
Lin Xian hurriedly squatted down to help her up:
“How about now, Maimai? Did you rember?”
“Waaah.”
Maimai nodded while crying.
“Recovering your mory is a good thing! Then why are you crying?” Lin Xian asked.
“Because… because…”
Maimai wiped her nose and blew two snot bubbles:
“Because it feels awful! I rembered such sad things! My masterpiece didn’t get any recognition… the editors wouldn’t sign !”
“Oh, oh.”
Lin Xian understood:
“That’s quite a normal thing.”
“Not just that!”
Maimai cried even harder:
“I begged for monthly votes every day! But no one paid attention to !”
“Uh…”
Lin Xian was a bit helpless:
“Well, that is… indeed a bit unfortunate.”
“Alright, alright, stop crying. I swear on my conscience, ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven’ is the best novel of this era! You’re the number one novelist in all of Donghai City!”
“Really?”
Maimai blinked her eyes:
“Don’t lie to .”
…
Finally, Maimai’s emotions gradually stabilized.
From observing her reactions, Lin Xian also roughly understood the principles behind the Neural Electrocution Helt and Du Yao’s research breakthrough.
It was probably similar to the nauseating mory imagery Lin Xian had given Du Yao as a hint.
Using such extre emotions as a sharp stimulus and a focal point, it thodically pieced together surrounding fragnted mories.
For Lin Xian back then, the mory of Gao Yang licking the lollipop that he’d already licked was utterly disgusting—a lifelong unforgettable experience.
As for Maimai, her past of writing novels that flopped, being mocked, facing rejection, and receiving no monthly votes comprised her deepest and most painful mories.
It was tragic.
Consider giving this kid a monthly vote.
Once Maimai finished wiping her tears, Lin Xian sat across from her and asked:
“Maimai, have you managed to recall all your previous mories? Are they coherent?”
“Mm-hmm.”
Maimai nodded, her thoughts clear:
“My na is Yang Maimai, born in 2222, entered the Hibernation Pod in 2239… so now I’m 17 years old. I rember all my 17 years of mories before hibernation—completely clear and coherent.”
“That’s great.”
Lin Xian silently praised the marvel of science and Gao Wen’s deserved reputation as the Great Emperor.
“My dream since I was a child has always been to write novels…”
Maimai said softly:
“But I could never write anything that satisfied . Later, I imrsed myself deeply in study, drawing inspiration from countless masters, and finally managed to write a book I was proud of and satisfied with: ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven.’ Then, I sent the manuscript to the editor…”
“What did the editor say?” Lin Xian, oddly drawn in, asked expectantly.
“The editor said…”
Maimai lifted her head, eyes full of grievance:
“The editor asked if I was a ti traveler from 200 years ago trying to write a novel.”
Poof—
Lin Xian couldn’t hold it in.
He struggled to suppress his laughter.
This editor had such a sharp tongue! A ti traveler from 200 years ago… though, in truth, the critique wasn’t too off the mark.
“The editor said my writing was too outdated,” Maimai explained.
“That’s valid.” Lin Xian agreed.
“The editor also said that this kind of book might beco popular in a few hundred years; fashion and trends are cyclical, and there’s a chance for a literary renaissance far in the future.”
“And then you went into hibernation?” Lin Xian asked, sowhat surprised.
“Exactly!”
Maimai straightened her back and patted her flat chest and abdon:
“The old era couldn’t accommodate my talent, so I had to venture into the new era!”
“Lin Xian, tell quickly—how is this era? Can my ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven’ make it big now?”
Lin Xian gave her a thumbs-up:
“Platinum-grade potential.”
“Really!?”
“Mm-hmm, but first… we need to clarify a key aspect of the worldbuilding.”
Alright, the groundwork was set.
Lin Xian opened the ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven’ manuscript, flipped to the cover page, and pointed to the text:
“Here it says, ‘On April 17, 2025, the Mist of the Demon God quietly descended upon the earth, declaring the destruction of the world…’ and it also states that this story is based on real events.
“So, what’s the real-life event behind this? Do you still rember?”
Maimai nodded enthusiastically:
“Of course I rember! I researched extensively to write this novel… but this event was widely known, and you couldn’t recognize it… Did I write it too subtly?”
“[April 17, 2025, was the day the Hibernation Suppression Virus suddenly broke out globally.]”
What?
Lin Xian’s eyes widened.
These unfamiliar words sounded unsettling.
[Hibernation Suppression Virus]?
What kind of virus was this?
Suppress hibernation? Was there really such a virus? Professor Xu Yun and Tang Xin never ntioned it, and… in the previous tilines and dreams, Lin Xian had never heard of it before.
“What is the Hibernation Suppression Virus?”
Lin Xian asked.
Maimai chuckled and proudly puffed out her flat chest and abdon:
“Hehe! You’ve asked the right person! To write ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven,’ I researched a ton about that period’s materials, so I know this virus inside out!”
“The Hibernation Suppression Virus… is a virus that prevents humans from hibernating. People infected by it don’t experience any harmful symptoms nor suffer any adverse effects—it doesn’t impact physical health or human lifespan at all.”
“It’s just that individuals carrying this virus are dood to be unable to enter Hibernation Pods for hibernation; the virus resides in the brain and only activates in low-temperature environnts, stimulating the brain to prevent sleep.”
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