The Missing Piece of the Puzzle

Creeeak—

As Mo Bai opened the front door of his old home, an earsplitting screech rang out.

Clearly, no one had been here in a long time.

At the sight of the dust-coated, old-fashioned furniture, Mo Bai glanced at the playwright beside him.

Some people were conspicuously missing.

"The Remnant Star Society can't pull off miracles. We couldn't learn every memory in your head in such a short time, so please forgive the missing supporting characters."

Christopher explained gently.

Of course, Mo Bai had no intention of taking an enemy's explanation at face value.

Were his own memories muddled, or was the man beside him hiding something?

For now, he couldn't tell...

After entering the house, Mo Bai began dusting it as though it were the most natural thing in the world.

"It's only an illusion, yet you're cleaning the place?"

Christopher stepped inside as well, looking puzzled.

"Aren't you a playwright? Shouldn't you be happy to see a character settle into the scene?" Mo Bai asked.

"Haha, an oversight on my part." Christopher paused, then smiled.

He really had been too busy lately. He had nearly forgotten something as important as enjoying the charm of his story's protagonist.

Still...

If the man beside him had willingly stepped into his script, he was either supremely confident or held a trump card powerful enough to overturn the whole game.

"Heh..."

Christopher smiled faintly as he watched Mo Bai walk ahead of him.

What a pity. Mo Bai wasn't Rover, and this operation had been designed specifically to target the sorcerer.

"How did you learn about my memories? As far as I recall, I avoided every member of the academy staff who seemed suspicious."

Mo Bai questioned Christopher behind him as he sorted through his old belongings.

His tone was perfectly ordinary.