It was already late at night.
All was silent.
Yet Xu Yuan sat in the living room, not sleepy in the slightest.
On the coffee table,
two Historical Side Quests had already been written.
No new prompts appeared on them, so they looked like unfinished works—or as though they had wills of their own and were waiting for something.
Only one Blank Historical Branch remained.
Xu Yuan took a deep breath and steadied himself before writing on the third Paper Strip:
"At this moment in this life, before I turn eighteen, I will suddenly awaken memories of my past life at 2:45 a.m. today, recall everything that happened then, and fully grasp the mysteries of the Bluefall Yellow Springs Art."
His pen stopped.
Silence.
Silence.
Silence.
In the darkness, nothing seemed to happen.
The three Paper Strips lay still.
Had it worked?
Or had it failed?
Xu Yuan waited anxiously for several breaths, but the Paper Strips did not move.
Did it fail?
His heart slowly sank to the bottom of a valley. He began to wonder where he had gone wrong.
But just then—
Lines of small text appeared beneath all three Paper Strips at once:
"Historical Side Quest established."
"This Historical Side Quest was born from your will and has not affected anything that happened in past eras."
"Congratulations."
"You have gained an unknown chapter of personal history:"
"In the Previous Era, your past self was an assistant to a Great Cultivator, following him across the world to vanquish Monsters and demons."
"After he created the Bluefall Yellow Springs Art, he personally taught and guided you."
"Unfortunately, not long after you learned it, you died in an outbreak of a ghost tide."
"You had no influence on any major historical events of the Previous Era."
"You went to