Blending of Planes: I am leisurely farming

Sean followed President Malone through several corridors and came to a slightly hidden corner room inside the guild.

There were two burly guards standing at the door. They were wearing the same guild uniform and had steel weapons on their waists that looked quite lethal.

Seeing President Ma Long approaching, the two men immediately straightened their bodies, placed their right hands on their chests in salute, and then tacitly made way for him.

President Malone pushed open the heavy door, and the sound of mechanical bearings running followed. Sean followed him into a spacious room filled with various complex instruments and flashing electronic screens.

In the center of the room, there was a piece of equipment that resembled an operating table, covered with a soft white sheet.

Sean looked around curiously. He didn't feel the slightest bit of panic that his memory was about to be erased. Instead, he became very interested in the "operating table" covered with a white sheet.

He slowly walked to the bed and reached out to press the mattress. It was unexpectedly soft, in stark contrast to the hard wooden bed in his home.

Sean couldn't help but wonder, where did you buy this bed? I really want to take one home.

"Do you want to take off your shoes?" Sean moved his butt and sat on the bed. He asked this out of the blue, quite politely.

Ma Long was stunned when he heard this. He looked at Sean's completely different relaxed state and felt a little puzzled, but he still replied: "No, no one will help you put it on later."

Sean lay down obediently, and Malone took out the straps beside the bed and secured Sean's body one by one.

At this moment, Sean felt like a fish on a chopping board, at the mercy of others. He stared at the ceiling, feeling a rare sense of experience in his heart.

"In fact, erasing the memory of ordinary people doesn't need to be so complicated." President Malone explained while fixing Sean, "See this? Ordinary people just need to shine this crystal on them, and they will forget what happened that day."

As he spoke, he took out a small crystal from a box beside him. The crystal was crystal clear and flickered with a faint light.

"Legend has it that these crystals are the barriers of the world's planes." Perhaps because Sean's memory was about to be erased, it didn't matter if he said it out loud, so Malone explained to himself.

"After the war ended a hundred years ago, the planes stopped merging, and a white light that enveloped the entire world erupted from the barrier between the planes. After the white light dissipated, almost everyone lost their memories of the war. Only a very small number of people's memories were preserved for some unknown reason. This also helped the government a lot in concealing the truth behind the war to avoid causing social panic."

[So the truth about the war was hidden in this way. I was wondering which organization could be so powerful as to modify the memory of people all over the world in the first place.]

"What does that have to do with this crystal?" Sean asked.

"After the white light flashed, people who still had memories found these crystals near the plane barrier. They were surprised to find that these crystals could erase memories just like the white light. It seemed that they burst out with white light and then split apart to form these crystals."

Malone moved a robotic arm over from the side, at the end of which was something that looked like a signal receiver.

"This is a crystal power amplifier. It is used to erase the memories of those of you with special abilities. Don't worry, you won't feel anything. Just have a good sleep. When you wake up, you will have forgotten all these things." As he said this, he put the crystal into the device.

As a strong flash of light shone, Sean was so blinded that he closed his eyes.

He felt an invisible force slowly invading his brain. His consciousness began to become blurred, as if shrouded by a thick fog.

Suddenly, the image of the sacred tree in his consciousness shone brightly.

……

He lost consciousness.

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"He is not expected to be conscious until the afternoon. Soto, take him to Harvey's clinic later."

"Yes!"

"It's the same as before. Tell Harvey that this kid accidentally fainted on the road and brought him back to the clinic under his name."

"Yes!"

"By the way, since we are going to the town, let's inform Lewis that the energy leaking from the space crack in the coal mine forest is fading and will heal in a few days. After we have checked the source of danger, we will lift the blockade and let him prepare for the finishing work in advance."

"Yes!"

In a daze, Sean regained consciousness.

[Where is this? Oh right! I fainted during the process of erasing my memory! ]

[Is this a plan to deal with me? ]

[My bet was right. This method of erasing memory really can't deal with me who has the image of the sacred tree in my consciousness, and they can't detect the existence of the sacred tree! ]

[Okay! It’s time to complete my plan! Let’s try again! ]

Sean did not intend to pretend to be unconscious and have lost his memory, waiting to be safely sent back to town and then carefully run the farm. Instead, he chose another adventurous path.

After learning about the Explorers' Guild's attitude towards memory restorers, the rules and regulations set by the government for this organization, and Malone's subsequent ambiguous attitude towards the official blockade of memory.

Sean decided to take another gamble.

He was betting! He was betting that the people from the Explorers Guild would not capture him for research just because he could restore his memory. After all, there were so many people with special abilities, and many of them had special abilities.

And since there is a precedent of memory recovery, it is even more impossible to imprison him and use him as a guinea pig for experiments.

It is surely not worthwhile to affect the "credibility" of official organizations and make capable people feel insecure just for a little Karami like him.

"Where is this? Shouldn't I be discussing joining the guild with President Malone? President, why are you here? What's going on? Untie me quickly! We can talk about it! Can't I join?"

Sean pretended that half of his memory was wiped out and played dumb.

Faced with the sudden situation, Ma Long gave a look and dismissed his men.

"President Malone, we can talk now." When there were only two people left in the room, Sean said,

"In the previous conversation, President Malone seemed to be dissatisfied with the official blockade of supernatural news? I have a suggestion. I wonder if the president would listen to it?"

Seeing that Malone did not make a clear statement, Sean continued,

"Although I don't know why the authorities chose to erase my memory and block the news. But as someone who has awakened my own abilities, I just want to use my abilities to run my farm and don't want to get involved in these disputes."

"But I'm sure you know better than me that in reality, we can't show any signs of using supernatural abilities, let alone use them to run a farm. If breaking the official blockade of supernatural phenomena can improve this, then I'm willing to contribute."

"As you just said, people with restored memories will be less supervised. Maybe I, who is not bound by rules and regulations but is not part of the Explorer's Guild, can help you."

"As long as you turn a blind eye to my running the farm."

"The initiative is in your hands. Where can I run to? If you are not satisfied one day, just come and arrest me."

"Haha, interesting! Interesting! I haven't seen such an interesting young man for a long time. I agree. Wait for me here." Malone was silent for a long time, and suddenly laughed. After that, he left Sean alone in this memory forgetting room.

It wasn't long before Malone returned with a box, which he handed to Sean.

"This is the watch your grandfather used before. I modified its networking function. Currently, only I can contact you in a one-way manner." Malone paused.

"Remember, you found this watch when you were sorting out your grandfather's belongings. It was the former president who neglected his job and didn't collect the watch when your grandfather retired, so he let you get it."

"There is a manual inside. You can explore the specific functions yourself when you return."

[Now I am a non-staff member, not recorded in the file, and I only listen to Ma Long's orders. If something goes wrong, I will be cleared of any connection. I understand, this is just a temporary worker, the legendary person who is used to take the blame! ]

Two foxes, one big and one small, smiled at each other, and everything was said without words.

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At night, Malone was writing a letter alone in the room.

Mr. M. Rasmodes

Today I met an interesting kid, who is also the grandson of your apprentice Oak...

He stopped writing, and the letter turned into a carrier pigeon and quickly disappeared out the window.

Then Malone sighed, "How long do those stubborn old men plan to keep these alien spaces? Abnormal phenomena are happening more and more frequently around the world, and we are running out of manpower. And the group of believers in God in Liado State are developing rapidly, and have surpassed us in the number of seats in the Kingdom's Parliament..."

"I hope this young man can bring us some surprises."