A person's character was not determined entirely by memory. Memory only decided a small part of it, like flesh and skin; what determined most of one's personality was the structure of consciousness. That was the skeleton.
A strong person, even if he lost all his memories, would remain brave if he had originally been fearless and valiant. Amnesia would not make him become timid and self-abasing.
Luo Zhen was the same. What truly created differences in personality was not an extra century of memories, but changes in the structure of consciousness.
What could alter the structure of a person's consciousness was emotion—or rather, emotion of sufficient intensity. It could be positive: victory, glory, joy...
Or negative: despair, pain, wailing...
For the moment, even if some of the Purple Moon Empire's most cutting-edge technology were placed right before him, Zhao Cheng would struggle to make sense of it.
From this, it was clear that in certain areas, the Purple Moon Empire now stood higher than he did.
Zhao Cheng was not discouraged by this. Instead, he was pleased. A gap in level meant that he still had plenty of room to grow.
Inside the palace, Luo Zhen spoke with impassioned fervor, deeply immersed in his role. He seemed to have completely lost himself in painting a blueprint for the future, making it utterly engrossing.
But gradually, he sensed that Zhao Cheng seemed wholly uninterested in the future he described. Instead, Zhao Cheng appeared to be studying him with a probing air.
A chill ran through him. Could it be that his status as a transmigrator had drawn the Demon God here?!
Eliminate every answer, and the final conclusion, no matter how absurd, became reasonable at this moment.
So the question was: how many transmigrators did a Demon God eat in one