Chapter 163

Pardofelis: "Danzhu, do you have any special use for this? Going to Raven's Island?"

Raven: "Uh... coming to the island for fun doesn't necessarily mean you have to be this excited, does it?"

Watching Danzhu jump and leap, it was as if she had won the lottery, with the prize being a villa and an island.

Danzhu: "Of course not, it's Little Xuan!"

Fu Hua: "It's been so long, I thought you'd forgotten."

Actually, it wasn't that long.

Compared to the Immortal Crimson Bird's long lifespan and vast memories, this brief period of time is but a drop in the ocean.

The fact that the Book of Cang Xuan had not been awakened for so long left the Immortal Crimson Bird feeling a deep sense of powerlessness.

Just as Herrscher of Sentience said, she used to be the Immortal Crimson Bird, the invincible Immortal Crimson Bird, but in the end she couldn't even protect her own friends.

Cang Xuan: "How could we forget something so important? It's just that the preparation time took a little longer than expected."

Danzhu: "As long as Cang Xuan and I join forces, repairing Little Xuan is a piece of cake; it's just a matter of insufficient energy!"

With a proud and confident air, Danzhu patted her chest, as if to say, "I'll take care of everything."

Vill-V: "Danzhu, Cang Xuan, your miniature energy reactors will have to be delayed for a few days. There's a project that needs improvement."

Vill-V: "All I did was plant a garden on an autonomous satellite, why are you denying my masterpiece?!"

Elysia: "..."

As it turns out, there was someone in Flame-Chasers who cared even less about the budget Elysia.

Next time, I'll suggest that Eden deduct half of Vill-V's budget first.

Danzhu: "Ah, this..."

Theresa: "Danzhu, didn't you just say you were going to repair Little Xuan yourself?"

So you went to hire outside help?

Danzhu: "Ahem, I meant personally repairing Little Xuan. Even with a reactor, installation is a troublesome process. Yes, that's it!"

Cang Xuan: "Sigh, we don't even have a lab, this is tough."

Cang Xuan and Danzhu weren't really... well, they were just two troublemakers in Mobius's lab, the kind who did nothing but cause chaos.

But as Mobius's assistant and the executor of Kindling Project, he did possess some real skills.

But in this godforsaken place called Death Space, only Vill-V has a Spiral Workshop.

They had to buy screwdrivers from Pardo's store, or even get them from the Spiral Workshop, let alone the lab.

It would be quite a challenge for Cang Xuan and Danzhu to develop a reactor battery.

[In the scene, Mobius lies on the ground, her weak body telling the story of her defeat, with the Klein doll standing in front of her.]

"It's all over, Dr. Mobius... No, perhaps I shouldn't call you that anymore."

"Klein... why?"

Mobius clenched his fist.

"You should be able to understand me. You knew I was going to do this Fifty Thousand Years, and you never opposed me. Why are you trying to stop me now?"

"Because, when the real Dr. Mobius told me about this plan, she had already given up on it."

"The real Mobius, Klein, what do you mean by this?"

Mobius said in a deep voice, "I am the real Mobius!"

"Before this, I also thought so. You and the Doctor were exactly the same, with no difference whatsoever. Your thoughts, behaviors, and personalities were completely identical."

Therefore, just as Mobius once regarded this doll as Klein, the Klein doll has always regarded the Memory Body as the real Mobius.

But now, Mobius feels somewhat unfamiliar to it.

"Enough!"

"Mobius said coldly."

"Klein, in your eyes, am I someone who will never change?"

"No, I never thought that way, but what you did today was definitely not Mobius's choice."

Klein said.

"Like other humans, the Doctor retains some unchanging elements regardless of the changes she has undergone."

Chapter 267 Mobius is a bad guy

[And that is the difference between the Memory Body of Mobius and the real Mobius.]

At least that's how it appears to the doll Klein.

"The difference between me and her? Are you kidding me!"

"Sigh, I know I can't convince you, but luckily the Doctor was well-prepared. She left some things for me to pass on to you, but I haven't done so."

Klein explained.

"In my opinion, there is no point in passing on Mobius's message to Mobius."

"Leave something for yourself? Are you trying to pull some trick on me, Klein?"

Mobius gave a cold laugh.

"I'm not that sentimental. This kind of meaningless formalism doesn't seem like it at all..."

She couldn't finish her sentence; standing before Mobius was the Dr. Mobius once wore a white coat.

It's just a projection.

"I know this isn't something I would do, but if there's anything I want to tell you, this is the last chance. May I ask your name?"

"Mobius, or... another version of myself?"

Mobius was lying on the ground, looked up at Klein, wanting to see what she was up to.

"This holographic projection is what Dr. Mobius asked me to pass on to you. She recorded these words before she faced death."

"Death? Klein, do you know what you're saying? Death is simply impossible for me."

"Yes, I can't believe I'm really going to die."

The holographic projection seemed to hear Mobius's words and picked up on them precisely.

"Is this instant messaging?"

Mobius paused, then gave a dismissive smile.

"Klein, if you wanted to fool me, you shouldn't have left such an obvious flaw. I remember everything that happened when I was still the same person."

"Back then, let alone Memory Body, even the Previous Era Elysian Realm didn't exist. How could I possibly leave any messages for myself?"

"Because it's fun, isn't it?"

"That's what Mobius said in the projection."

"Opportunities to re-examine your past self from an outsider's perspective are rare, so thank me, your other self."

"If it were me, I think I'd said enough to refute it."

The projected Mobius guessed all her questions correctly, even including those of the Memory Body Mobius.

Theresa: "Holy crap? Are you sure this is a projection, and not someone talking in the background?"

The remaining projection could still pinpoint every single question—is that something a human could actually do?

At least Theresa couldn't do that.

You guys are all cheating, aren't you?!

Welt: "Technically speaking, it's definitely a projection, Klein wasn't lying, but Mobius's move is a bit..."

Kiana: "I predicted your prediction, and you predicted my prediction!"

Tsk, I have to admit, these people who do scientific research and engage in conspiracies are all incredibly clever.

This seemingly ordinary holographic projection is actually full of tricks and cunning schemes!

Raiden Mei: "Compared to the Memory Body of Mobius, the normal Dr. Mobius is much more comfortable to be around; at least he doesn't steal other people's bodies."

The thought of waking up in the Previous Era Elysian Realm and having her consciousness swapped made Mei feel extremely uncomfortable.

Especially since Mobius would use her body to commit atrocities in their time, the scene was too horrifying.

Bronya: "This incident should be after the battle between Sister Mei and Mobius, Klein helped Sister Mei fight Mobius, and Mobius himself also intervened."

Theresa: "So, the original Dr. Mobius was a good person?"

Elysia: "..."

The Flame-Chasers just watched you indulge in wild speculation without saying a word.

If you were to say that this was Mobius's plan, and there was no other course of action, none of the Flame-Chasers would believe it.

That guy, Mobius, who tampered with the memory of the Memory Body and left his own projection to fool the Memory Body, really only had evil intentions in his heart.

From an outsider's perspective, he's just a piece of trash who bullies the Memory Body.

Yan'er is bad!

Bronya: "No!"

Seele: "What's wrong, Sister Bronya?"

Bronya: "Bronya suddenly remembered that the Memory Body was a backup of what Flame-Chasers had stored in the Previous Era Elysian Realm at some point in time. In other words, Mobius was already like this at that time."

Therefore, Mobius himself was definitely not as gentle as that projection lady.

At least not when the Memory Body is being manufactured.

Theresa: "This..."

I'm getting more and more confused about Mobius; the more I think about it, the more something seems off.

In the scene, the projection Mobius is explaining the ins and outs of the matter to the Memory Body Mobius.

"Actually, I made this decision a long, long time ago. The arrival of the Finality is just an excuse for me to pretend to be helpless."

"Absurd."

Memory Body Mobius remained silent.

"I know it sounds absurd, doesn't it? In many people's eyes, Mobius is immortal, a monster who can always be resurrected no matter what kind of death he experiences."

"But you know that we are actually more afraid of death than anyone else, more afraid of the unknown that arises from death."

The Memory Body Mobius remained silent, and the projection continued.

"Does being killed mean death? No, it doesn't. I can be resurrected."

It was just a little painful, a little smaller, a layer of skin peeled off—none of that mattered to Mobius.

"When I first became Fusion Warrior, I always thought it was a terrifying thing. At that time, I even felt joy at my own abilities."

"It gave me Infinity life, allowing me to explore all the possibilities of human evolution."

"However, it was only then that I understood that being resurrected from the dead is not the same as having Infinity life."

When the projection of Mobius becomes a smaller individual, taking the form of a child.

"I will still die, truly die, but when will that be? After I die ten times, or a hundred times, or a thousand times?"

It could even regress to infancy, fetal development, or cellularity.

Immortality is not the same as Infinity; such resurrection has its limits.

"That was the first time I felt fear, and that fear quickly overwhelmed me. So, while seeking evolution, I began frantically searching for a way to achieve immortality."

"I want... the shadow of death to never catch up with me."

"But what's the point? I still remember that early morning when the experiment failed again."

Chapter 268 The Great Reversal of the Memory Body