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

In this tranquility, Nie Wan floats quietly in the blood lake, slowly recovering her scattered memories and gradually unraveling the obsessions she has swallowed that belong to others. She silently promises everyone that she will give this obsession a day of fulfillment.

It wasn't a promise to others, but a promise to herself.

She has always been someone who likes to carry burdens on her shoulders.

Her life is meaningful because of these burdens.

Bearing the love of her parents, the entrustment of her grandmother, the responsibility of making Shao Wenjun happy, and the debt of gratitude she owed to her insurance clients...

Before the game began, she used these things she carried to suppress her soul and prevent it from leaving her body.

Although the situation seemed to have changed dramatically later, in reality, not much had actually changed.

Now that she has nothing left and her life hangs by a thread, perhaps she will disappear from the world at any moment, Nie Wan has returned to the way of life she knows best.

She made a list of those obsessions and warned herself to translate them and recite them silently when she was in pain.

Read it forwards and backwards, memorize it forwards and backwards.

I will not give up the possibility of living to the next moment until I have completed this entire list.

Then, she really did manage to recover.

Of course, that was what Nie Wan thought at that time.

The current Nie Wan is not so naive.

In games, willpower can play a role beyond imagination, but it is not omnipotent.

Within the game's scope alone, there are various rules governed by the system.

Although she was in a miserable state, upon closer examination, it was simply a matter of being plagued by various debuffs and negative skills, forcibly keeping her in a half-dead state.

Willpower alone can only prevent her from going insane and collapsing; it cannot heal these debuffs on her own.

Beyond the game, countless concepts hover high in the sky, watching over the masses, trying to choose a spokesperson to convey their aspirations.

Although artifact props can block their view, they can only block most of them, not the concept of creating artifact props.

Nie Wan later had doubts about this, but there were just too many things to recall or sort out in detail.

Now, however, this is a golden opportunity.

Her memories surfaced frame by frame before her eyes, and everything that had once been framed by her gaze was now being replayed.

Things I'd seen before but never really paid attention to, I can now take a closer look at.

Almost at the same time, she and Lan Xiangyuan noticed the surging blood waves in the upper left corner of the screen.

That crimson hue was exceptionally intense and profound, as if a channel to another world had suddenly opened within a single scarlet droplet.

In particular, Nie Wan's eyes are no longer just her own eyes; they also possess the power of the concept of peace, making them eyes of the concept of peace.

Lan Xiangyuan had a vague feeling that something was wrong, but Nie Wan had already seen it very clearly.

Indeed, there is a conceptual perspective that looks at the game from this angle.

At that time, she was half-dead, teetering between life and death, with one foot in the area of ​​the permanently dead players dressed in their finest attire, carrying the mark of that area, so her weary eyes could detect this anomaly.

But seeing something with your eyes doesn't mean your brain has processed it.

Only now can Nie Wan be certain that during that most embarrassing period, there were multiple entities watching her.

The concept of love and desire is one of them, and the effort put into delving into the concept of this artifact prop that I forged myself is another.

"If I'm not mistaken..."

Nie Wan blinked: "It's memory."

"You mean the concept of memory?" Lan Xiangyuan asked.

The wheel of fortune spun aimlessly in the air, but it did not shatter the image again, leaving it frozen in place.

Nie Wan looked at the tiny, unusual blood bead in the image and clearly noticed its new changes, which made her smile slightly.

She said to Lan Xiangyuan, "This old friend is coming to see me again."

Lan Xiangyuan was somewhat surprised, but then she suddenly realized.

"No wonder, this place is a memory palace, it must have been prepared for it."

As she spoke, she suddenly seemed to remember something, and stroked her chin as she asked, "You said that many of the things you've received along the way related to memory—the hairband, the gems, and Indra, who seems to share the same origin as the goddess of memory—were all gifts from it?"

Nie Wan's gaze narrowed slightly, and Lan Xiangyuan also looked at the power surging within the blood bead, remaining silent.

Nie Wan thought for a moment and said, "Maybe that's how it is, it's possible..."

Lan Xiangyuan said, "It's also possible that you intentionally wanted to seduce it to help you."

Nie Wan said, "That's also possible."

Human consciousness is a universe that can never be fully explored; at least Nie Wan felt that she didn't know herself well enough.

Many subconscious actions are inexplicable, yet people act according to certain principles that seem to offer no benefit whatsoever.

Perhaps when we look back at a certain point, we'll realize that everything was foreshadowed all along.

Although unaware of the existence and spying of the concept of memory, it has been subconsciously utilized.

Lan Xiangyuan asked, "Do we still need to go through the trouble of continuing forward? Since we can see it, wouldn't it be easier to just talk to it?"

“I’m afraid that won’t work; I don’t have enough space for cultural relics and props,” Nie Wan said.

In the lake of blood, a tiny drop of blood gently wriggled.

Nie Wan and Lan Xiangyuan both saw it, but decided to ignore it for a while.

As her memories rewound, when Nie Wan regained the ability to speak normally, she explained everything she vaguely perceived to Tian Xi Changyi and asked him to reasonably send her back to Ye Rutan's side.

Tianxi Changyi found this very difficult. Ye Rutan was a suspicious person. No matter how "reasonable" it was, she would still be suspicious and then torment Nie Wan even more, making her suffer to death.

Nie Wan said, "I know, this is my problem. As long as you send me back, you have completed your task. What happens next is not your fault."

Tianxi Changyi said, "It's not that I'm afraid you'll resent me, but... never mind, just prepare well, and I'll try my best to help you do it perfectly."

He made such a promise, and soon he truly kept it.

It wasn't that he took the initiative; rather, Ye Rutan came to him personally.

It wasn't that he openly provoked the Nameless Land and Nightfall, but rather that both sides were vying for the same map situated between the Demon Clan and the Ghost Clan.

When Ye Rutan made her move, Tianxi Changyi was locked in combat with a ghost xiezhi.