A Game for Everyone: God-Level Talent is Achieved Through Rolling In.

"I've said it before, don't believe it. If you don't believe it, you won't be manipulated by these things."

Inside the memory maze of the Hiro District, Yi Yuehan crossed her arms and looked at Nie Wan, who was kneeling on the memory corridor.

Nie Wan held her head and said, "If you're so capable, then break the seal."

“Even without breaking the seal, I’m certain I won’t make it through,” Yi Yuehan frankly admitted. “I’m so calm and collected now only because I’m not the one going through it.”

Nie Wan slowly removed her hands from her disheveled hair and said to her, "It's fine for the two of us to face each other."

"Because everyone will advise you to let go?"

Nie Wan nodded and then shook her head: "They won't say it outright, but they'll subtly hint at it."

Yi Yuehan said, "That's really tough. I might hit someone, but you should understand them."

“You won’t hit people. I hate people who hit others. I won’t hit people for no reason,” Nie Wan said.

Yi Yuehan chuckled softly: "Yes, I also hate people who hit others for no reason."

Looking at the long road ahead, she said, "Alright, get up when you've had enough of being vulnerable. We still have to move forward."

Nie Wan rubbed her temples vigorously one last time.

The cold fingers pressed on the burning temples did not relieve the heat; instead, they became more aggravated, gradually heating up as they were rubbed.

Nie Wan rubbed her hands three times, stood up, and followed Yi Yuehan, continuing to trek deeper into the Palace of Memories.

She has hundreds of clones, but each clone is surrounded by other people, except for this clone which is surrounded by herself.

Finally, when facing myself, I can unabashedly reveal my defeated state.

However, she herself would not allow herself to be defeated forever, to be defeated continuously.

Tianxi Changyi is right; we still have to move forward in the end.

The Memory Palace is different from the last time I visited. Last time, these ever-forwarding corridors did not branch out, and the murals depicted the deeds of the gods. But this time, everything is different.

At the end of each corridor, it splits into two new corridors.

The murals on both sides of the corridor are not the dazzling myths of the Hiro District, but Nie Wan's own experiences.

Nie Wan needs to traverse all the memories herself. This is a second chance for the Goddess of Memory to pass on her memories, which she obtained by exchanging the memories of many players and NPCs in the Xiluo District, Huaxia District, and Fusang District.

You must traverse all the memories and overcome every challenge you face before you can win the goddess's favor.

Nie Wan has a way to cheat: she has three clones that can be placed into different stages of life and undergo trials simultaneously, which greatly saves time.

Moreover, this test still allows others to accompany you.

Besides the part where Yi Yuehan and she experience rebirth together—a part that outsiders should not see too clearly—Lan Xiangyuan and He Chang also accompany her through another part.

It's hard not to feel ashamed when others see your memories.

However, if the other person is Lan Xiangyuan and He Chang, the sense of shame is not so strong.

These two people already know a part of her life, and knowing a little more now doesn't change anything.

What He Chang saw was where she had first come from, the man who always pulled her hair and slammed her head against the corner of the table.

When Nie Wan saw the phantom, she didn't hesitate to kill it without any fear or apprehension.

She saw this person's phantom several times and never hesitated to take action.

Keep moving forward, and keep fighting your way through.

She killed without hesitation, but He Chang felt a little weak in the knees watching her.

"Indeed, you should never offend anyone, not you."

Otherwise, even their own father would have been killed.

Seeing how swiftly she acted, He Chang couldn't help but wonder if Nie Wan had already killed her.

But if that's really the case, then it's a case of the man getting what he deserved, and he died a horrible death.

Nie Wan had nothing to be nostalgic about in this part of her memory. She not only killed the man who beat the young girl, but also killed her former self.

Whether the young body cried out in the flames and turned to ashes, or turned pale in the frost and slowly stopped breathing, it had no effect on Nie Wan.

For her, that was a thing of the past.

She was even a little impatient to move forward, forward and forward again, to hurry up and reach that point where she would be reborn.

However, when that point actually arrived, a dilemma arose.

The frail, small figure plunged into the water, thinking it would never float again, but was instead pulled up.

Watching this scene from a third-person perspective, Nie Wan felt as if she were observing someone else's life, and for a moment she couldn't tell whether she was the child in her father's arms or not.

She was actually just a ghost trapped in this river, lingering here, waiting for the miracle of someone with the same fate being rescued.

She shook her head and said to He Chang, "You help me kill it."

"Me?" He Chang pointed to himself in disbelief. "Me?"

Nie Wan nodded.

After she stopped moving, the entire space seemed to freeze.

The gurgling water, the people soaking wet on the riverbank, and the slightly waning moon shining brightly in the sky all seemed to stand still.

Only by erasing the memory of this moment can the memory of the next moment follow.

As she continued killing, memories seemed to roll relentlessly forward, without any surprises. But when Nie Wan stopped, they revealed their frozen, true nature.

This is just a long, endless film reel, and only through relentless killing can the film continue to play smoothly.

Nie Wan's hands started to get cold again. She pressed them against her burning temples and said, "Having too many memories of killing might have a backlash effect. I'm starting to dissociate right now, so I'm afraid I need to slow down."

He Chang said, "Oh, I see. But we have to make a promise first. This is something you asked me to do. If I do it, you can't complain about me."

"No, I've killed a lot myself."

"It's ultimately different. Is killing yourself the same as watching someone else kill you? Besides, before you were killing people you didn't care about, but now..."

He Chang tugged at his gold belt, looking at the figure by the river.

"Are you sure that if I kill your father, you don't want to strangle me?"

“You didn’t kill him,” Nie Wan said. “I know that.”

She knew perfectly well that she had no one to blame for her loss.

It is certainly possible to hate the world irrationally, to hate the concepts behind the hatred, or to hate a specific person. Having a fixed object of hatred can make life much easier, just like when I was reborn and passionately hated Shao Wenjun.

But she couldn't do it.

If I did that, I wouldn't be my parents' daughter anymore.

She would accept any verdict, except being judged as unworthy of being their daughter.