Mr. Zhongli, we can't slack off anymore!

After that, it was inconvenient for Kavi to watch the more intimate actions, so we continued the unfinished night in Elhesen's bedroom.

The sound of the door closing softly seemed to draw an invisible boundary, shutting out the noise and worries of the outside world, leaving only the sound of our breathing in this private space.

Night deepens the emerald green of the windowpanes, and looking through the glass, the outside world seems to be immersed in a pool of deep, dark green.

The moonlight barely penetrated the layer of color, casting dappled and hazy shadows on the floor of the room, making everything seem so unreal.

I haven't had a full night in a long time. Since I came into this world, I'm always overcome by inexplicable drowsiness every afternoon and have to go to sleep early.

Being able to clearly appreciate the night scene at this moment makes me feel a sense of unfamiliarity and novelty.

During the kiss, I wasn't paying attention and secretly looked out the window at the starry sky through the gap in Al Heisenberg's shoulder.

Those distant lights shimmered faintly behind the deep green glass, like the eyes of another world, silently watching our destiny.

Elhesen made a deal with the demon god... He should bring back my memories.

Then I will soon become another version of myself.

This realization made my heart tighten slightly, as if I was about to lose something precious.

The picture book says that some cells are being replaced and some are growing, and every human being is constantly becoming another person.

The toys you want when you're eight years old are very likely the ones you won't want when you're an adult.

I'm afraid I'll stop thinking about El-Heisen all the time.

This fear doesn't stem from worrying about losing love, but rather—I worry for him. I worry about how he, who is used to being needed, will face the possibility that I may no longer need him.

After our lips parted, he gently wiped the water from the corner of my mouth with his fingertips, a tenderness that broke my heart: "I've brought your memories back. Are you ready?" His voice was exceptionally clear in the quiet room.

"Elheisen... what if the other me doesn't like you as much as I do?" My voice trembled and nasal; this question had almost exhausted all my courage.

"Are you worried about me or... afraid of change?" he asked, pinpointing the two sides of my complex emotions.

But he omitted one thing.

I also have a feeling that he wants to get rid of me as I am now. It's as if my existence is just a temporary vessel, waiting for the true master to return.

However, all of this was overshadowed by my worry about his feelings. In my eight-year-old mind, his feelings were always more important than mine.

What will you do if I'm not by your side?

What if I already had someone else I liked before I met you?

What if I hate you after I regain my memories?

……

I had a string of questions, many of which he might have thought were silly. But at that moment, they were all my deepest fears.

"Do you really have to regain your memories?" I asked him, a hint of hope in my voice.

"Yes." He was certain there was no room for negotiation.

"Okay..." Tears welled up in my eyes and slid down my cheeks.

I believe you.

Even if the future is uncertain, I am willing to believe in your choice.

"After I'm gone, you... take care of yourself." I couldn't think of anything else besides that.

That was a silly thing to say. Of course he could take care of himself; even without me, his life probably wouldn't suffer any loss. But the words still slipped out involuntarily, like a childish farewell.

"Why aren't you here? It's just regaining memories; it won't change anything." The calm on his face was slowly cracking, revealing uncertainty and a sense of uncontrollability. His usually placid eyes were now churning with complex emotions, like the calm surface of a sea before a storm.

"Mmm." I nodded obediently, forcing a smile, but tears streamed down my face, soaking my sleeves. The despair of knowing I was about to lose something but being powerless to stop it almost consumed me.

He didn't wipe my tears, but just watched from the side, waiting for my sobs to subside. Then he took out a palm-sized jar and placed it in my hand: "Open it when you're ready. Don't take too long, we have other things to do later." The jar emitted a faint light, as if it imprisoned countless shimmering fragments of memories.

Without hesitation, after I calmed down a bit, I pulled the stopper off the jar.

At that moment, it felt like I had opened Pandora's box, releasing all the sealed-up past.

Nine years old, ten years old...

Terrifying memories flooded back, giving me a terrible headache that was only getting worse and was beyond my control. Those forgotten images were like a burst dam, relentlessly overwhelming my existing knowledge and emotions.

I covered my head, trembling with my eyes tightly shut, my body swaying until I found something to support me and prevent me from falling. Al-Hysen's arm wrapped around me just in time, becoming my only support in this storm of memories.

Another person's face appeared clearly in my mind, and his appearance quickly eroded the space I had reserved for Elhesen.

Memories played like a slideshow, so fast that even the pain in my chest couldn't keep up.

Those emotions that were once buried deep inside erupted like a volcano, scorching every nerve in my body.

Irresistible, irresistible emotions came one after another, and even more painful memories mercilessly squeezed my heart, making it hard for me to breathe.

Before I lost my memory, I was carrying such a heavy emotional burden.

My intuition was right, my premonition did not deceive me.

The me from the past truly had a completely different emotional world.

That memory is too painful; I don't want it.

There were moments of happiness, but they were all overwhelmed by the tidal wave of pain, with no time to buffer the intense emotions. This sudden emotional shock almost broke me.

Finally... the video stopped showing me riding the Death Star through the storm to Sumeru, checking into a hotel... The next day, however, I was as wary as a child of the strangers who entered my room.

The missing parts were finally filled in, and I roughly understood everything.

My eyes were dry, and the tears that were about to spill over were put on hold.

My breathing calmed down, and I finally had the energy to realize who was in my arms. I slowly raised my head and saw Elhesen's face, and an awkward feeling washed over me.

The memories of spending time with him during his amnesia now seem so absurd and unreal.

Like a newborn calf unafraid of a tiger, I've become incredibly bold since losing my memory, daring to date him?

I felt a wave of embarrassment, and my cheeks burned uncontrollably.

"Lu Ren." He inquired about my situation, a hint of nervousness lurking beneath the surface.

In his eyes, I saw myself awkwardly pushing him away.

This action was almost instinctive, stemming from the shame and confusion that followed the return of his memories.

"..." He seemed surprised by my actions, still supporting me with his arm hanging in mid-air. The momentary stiffness revealed the turmoil in his heart.

“Um…you said before that today is the day to submit the answer to the Reincarnation Demon God, let’s go to the Pure Goodness Palace first. If there’s anything to add, we can talk about it on the way.” The process of getting close to him in my memory was too bizarre, so I opened the door as if fleeing, seeking Kavi’s intervention.

Right now, I desperately need a buffer to process this overwhelming reality.

*

Before we arrived at the Pure Land Palace, Kavi and I had been chatting. He immediately noticed the subtle atmosphere between me and Elhesen and tried to lighten the mood and ease the awkward silence.

Although Al-Hysen was walking beside me, I kept hypnotizing myself to forget his existence and to stop thinking about what happened between us after I lost my memory.

……

The Reincarnation Demon God looked a lot like the Sphinx of ancient Egypt, which diverted some of my attention.

Before submitting my answer, Al-Hysen sent Kavi away and asked me a question: "Do you like me?" His voice was calm, but his eyes held a seriousness I had never seen before.

"Huh? Uh... you seem to like it quite a bit." I didn't dare to meet his gaze, my eyes darting around.

This answer, both honest and vague, reflects my current state of mind.

He remained silent for a long time and left Jingshan Palace without waiting for an answer.

The back of that figure as it turned away seemed somewhat lonely to me, as if it had already foreseen the ending.

……

The answer in the sixth round was still incorrect.

This result was expected, yet it still left people feeling somewhat disappointed.

Under the light of the Scales of Judgment, I was stripped of this memory that I found difficult to accept—a memory of my eight-year-old self and my love story with a guy who could never have a girlfriend.

That force was like the tide washing over the beach, gradually erasing those overly vivid images.

*

At this point, all my memories from the other six reincarnations returned without any discrepancy.

They are like a thick book, neatly placed back on the bookshelf in my mind, waiting for me to flip through them at any time.

However, before reincarnation, I was missing a crucial piece of memory—my first real meeting with Nasita. This gap was like the most important piece of a jigsaw puzzle; its absence made the whole picture incomplete.

(End of the first-person perspective six-cycle flashback arc)