At this moment,
at the junction between the system's surface and deep layers.
The Data Stream surged like a raging tsunami, madly battering every defensive barrier,
while the once-precisely operating code now resembled scattered puzzle pieces, strewn everywhere and no longer able to form its original orderly shape.
Finally,
with a deafening crash as though heaven and earth were collapsing, the entire system crumbled before Angelia's eyes.
Duke Miss felt her vision suddenly shake, as though countless mirrors had exploded and shattered before her,
with innumerable data shards flying everywhere,
each one reflecting phantoms of the former virtual world before being swallowed by endless darkness the next second.
Immediately afterward, her body began plummeting uncontrollably, as though she had fallen into a bottomless abyss. Around her howled bitterly cold winds, carrying the icy aura emitted by the Deep Dream Layer jointly constructed by countless brain-computer interfaces.
This was the Deep Dream Layer!
Here, she could no longer see those simulated skyscrapers, nor the countless cold, massive clusters of futuristic technological buildings.
However,
just as Angelia gathered her courage and prepared to proceed with the next step of her plan, a faint yet incredibly penetrating light seemed to quietly rise from the depths of the darkness.
Instinctively, she looked toward the light, as though she had heard a familiar call from within one of the fragments.
That voice seemed like a whisper from the depths of her distant memories.
Incomparably gentle, incomparably familiar.
It was her memory, carrying precious fragments of bygone days.
Yet it was perfectly normal for such things to appear here.
After all,
this was a world constructed by simulating the Silver Sea. Once the gates of memory opened, those sealed-away past events would come rushing forth like a tide.
And so,
she saw her former self.
And