The Greatest Possibility

Bai Zhi had figured some things out, but there were still others he could not understand.

Take the most obvious matter, for example. Since the other person clearly knew that he would lose a portion of his memories, why had he been so certain that he had never written any note?

Of course, there could be many explanations for that.

For example, perhaps he had not brought any paper or pen at all. Or perhaps, while fleeing for his life, he had simply had no time to write anything. Or perhaps if he had written down information, he would certainly have mentioned the footsteps as well, yet the note said nothing about them...

After thinking for a moment, Bai Zhi had the Shadow Guard lead the other person toward a room while he took the note out of his pocket.

He had not thrown this note away earlier, merely tucked it casually into his pocket. When he had fled from the footsteps toward the deck, he had been soaked through by the downpour, and the note had gotten wet as well.

"Ballpoint pen handwriting, Chinese. It should be a Player from our world... The writing is somewhat messy, but it does not look like it was written in a panic. It seems more like it was casually scribbled down..."

Carefully examining the note, whose writing had blurred in the rain, Bai Zhi wore a thoughtful expression.

He had looked over the note several times before, so although the words on it had become blurry, he could still roughly remember its contents.

In the end, the information recorded on the note was quite simple. Other than introducing the Player's circumstances—for example, that he was not dead, but was using a Special Skill to recover from his injuries and prevent others from