The scenery here looked as though a data model had yet to be fully constructed.
As Yan Huan's gaze swept over it, the model gradually took shape layer by layer.
First came the grounds of Herta Space Station—mechanical-style benches and space plants.
Then... Xianzhou maple trees.
"...? Maple trees?"
Yan Huan raised an eyebrow slightly and stared at the several maple trees growing in the distance, puzzled.
"Since when did the Space Station grow stuff like this?"
"This is not Herta Space Station." Fu Xuan appeared beside him, gazing at the scenery before them as she explained,
"The Grand Void Array has already traced back and reconstructed your past. This space before us is a scenario built from the memories and items you provided."
"Are you all right, Yan Huan?"
"I'm fine."
Yan Huan watched the people walking ahead, feeling both unfamiliarity and familiarity.
"I don't know much about the scenes here." Fu Xuan looked toward the people ahead in confusion.
"But... where exactly are these people from? Why don't I recognize a single one of them?"
"Uh, I do remember that blond guy over there. His name was Luocha, right?"
"That one..."
Yan Huan looked ahead. It was a long-haired blond man standing beside a space plant in a daze.
"That should be Otto Apocalypse."
"..."
"Then I don't know him."
Fu Xuan muttered,
"But his temperament is very similar to that merchant named Luocha. They look like they were carved from the same mold."
"Was there really someone like that at Herta Space Station?"
"No." Yan Huan gave a firm answer.
"I see..."
Fu Xuan pondered.
"Then if my guess is correct, the Grand Void Array has still distorted things, and the interference is quite severe."
"Just like those maple trees ahead, which should have been on the