Chapter 135 - 134: Plot Mirroring Reality? The Train is Haunted!

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The narrative reached the Herta space station scene. As soon as it began, Dan Heng appeared within the plot and spoke with a serious tone, "March, stay focused. We need to hurry." "Hmm? Departing now? What about Fu Xuan?" "Fu Xuan? Who's that? There's no time for daydreams; the space station is extremely dangerous right now. "Follow me." This time, there was no immediate need to individually search for the source of interference. All March 7th had to do was run alongside Dan Heng. Dan Heng's voice echoed in the background again, "Station Director Asta says the Stellaron is stored in the room ahead... I suspect the legion would be highly interested in it too." "This experience... I'm starting to remember! It happened before we encountered Stelle." "And who might she be? March, why are you speaking such odd things today... Keep up with me." Just as they entered the Room of Curiosities, Dan Heng's figure suddenly faded until he disappeared from view entirely. In its place came Fu Xuan's intermittent voice: "March... Must see her..." "This venerable one grows increasingly certain that your memories have been tampered with... Just unsure where this interference originates..." After delivering this warning, Fu Xuan fell silent once more. March 7th controlled herself to enter through the large doorway. Suddenly, numerous figures emerged from the Room of Curiosities ahead. There was Arlan from the Security Division, Station Director Asta, Herta's mannequin— And at the far end stood Stelle alone, exuding an aura as if ready to face insurmountable odds single-handedly. March 7th took a deep breath. "Uncle Yang... Why does this scene feel different from the others?" "It seems both lively and eerie." She turned around. Instantly, March 7th froze, her hands involuntarily loosening. The phone slipped from her grasp with a soft clack onto the table. "Uncle Yang...?! W-Where did everyone go?!" March 7th rose from the sofa, scanning the surroundings frantically. Not only had Uncle Yang disappeared, but Pom-Pom was gone too! The vast Parlor Car was now eerily empty, so quiet that even the drop of a pin would be audible. March 7th was stunned, her mouth agape as if she'd seen a ghost! It dawned on her then—today, the train seemed unusually desolate, so silent it instilled a creeping sense of fear. "This can't be happening..." "What could possibly take Uncle Yang away without a trace?" "Even against the most terrifying enemy, he wouldn't fail to cry for help, right...?" March 7th decided to check the Passenger Cabin, hoping to find the group there—or at least Pom-Pom. Just then, a voice suddenly came from the phone lying on the table. "March 7th, even if you look back, all you'll find is a chaotic and ever-shifting past." A sudden chill ran down March 7th's spine. She turned around cautiously and picked up her phone. Only then did she realize that at some point, a conversation with Arlan from the game had been inadvertently opened. "It must have happened when I dropped it on the table just now..." March 7th murmured to herself. "Yes, that's definitely what happened." Of course, there was another possibility, but March 7th forced herself not to entertain such thoughts. Instead, she continued reading the dialogue with Arlan: "You are the sole survivor of Diamonde World, its last princess. The moment Nanook ascended, that star was engulfed in obsidian flames, transforming into a hellish inferno. "In despair, your parents placed infant you aboard an icy vessel, watching with hope as you disappeared amidst the tumultuous waves of the vast star sea. "You were found and raised by the Nameless Ones. You are their only savior, the promise of rebirth." Initially, March 7th felt a sense of eerie strangeness creeping in. As soon as she heard these words from Arlan's mouth, March 7th couldn't help but burst out laughing with a "pfft." Because... This was the fabricated backstory she had created for herself in her novel. Now, it surfaced unexpectedly within this plotline, seemingly dredged up from someone's subconscious. The next version of Asta was even more absurd, claiming she used to be a Galaxy Ranger. March 7th immediately dismissed this notion. She sensed that something wasn't quite right—both within and outside the game. Ever since embarking on this mission, an indescribable eerie atmosphere seemed to have seeped out from the virtual world, affecting even the Astral Express. She began to wonder if the game's storyline might be bleeding into reality. But there was no turning back; the narrative must continue! "I can't shake the feeling that something else is about to happen..." Engaging in conversation with Herta, the next origin story became even more outrageous! So much so that she started questioning whether any of it could be true... often, the most unexpected explanation turns out to be the reality. Herta turned towards her and said, "March 7th, a member of The Nameless aboard the Astral Express." "After being discovered by Himeko, she was liberated from the six-sided ice that sealed her body. She lost all memories of her past." "Because she never truly had a past to begin with. As an Aeon, once they ascend, their existence's past and future become submerged within their fate paths." "The mistake March 7th committed was losing the divine authority bestowed upon her." As March 7th continued forward, she pondered, If I were indeed an Aeon, what kind of destiny would my star represent? At the journey's end, Stelle stood alone, guarding the location like a final boss. She spoke up, "Little March, stop dwelling on those memories." "Why dwell on the past when you've already forgotten it? That simply means it holds no significance for you." "The moment The Nameless boarded the train marked a rebirth. We now tread a path with no turning back." "Explore, Trailblaze, but do not tarnish The Nameless' honor by looking back." In response, the version of herself from this scenario firmly retorted, "Enough." "You're not her; you bear no resemblance." "She would never be so confrontational here, urging me to abandon what's important to me." "I don't care who you are. Disappear right now, get out of my way, and stop pretending to be my friend." [Enter Combat Mode] March 7th began commanding the quantum fleet against their enemies. Just as she had declared earlier: She must personally defeat these imposters obstructing her Trailblazing journey to uncover her true memories! However, unbeknownst to March 7th, numerous Memokeepers resembling the Messenger were seated on sofas around her. They gathered neatly, observing her progress through the game's storyline! One of them spoke, using a voice audible only to those present: "She still chooses to continue exploring..." "Shouldn't we intervene now?" "Hold on!" "While it's uncertain if that memory will appear in the upcoming plot, it hasn't reached a point of no return yet." "The suppression of her memory is a last resort measure." "Let's give her some more time."

Chapter 135 - 134: Plot Mirroring Reality? The Train is Haunted!

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