"What happened these past few years again..." Zhang Ming sat on a rock, lazily basking in the sun. Suddenly freed from his monotonous daily routine, he found his brain had almost rusted over. For a moment, he could barely remember what he had done.
"Looks like I need to set up a diary in the memory library."
It wasn't that he wanted to write in it every day, but... he was now like an emotionless robot, spending every day chopping wood, building a ship, studying, and training. Life offered far too little enjoyment.
Under these circumstances, he ought to keep at least a brief record of what he did each year, lest all those passing years feel as though they had never existed.
No sooner decided than done, he closed his eyes and used the memory library ability.
The bright, milky-white space held cabinet after cabinet of books, all materials copied from the Flame-Horned People.
Zhang Ming was busy building his ship and had no time to study this profound knowledge.
Only once he truly began his seafaring life would he have enough time to study them.
With a flicker of thought, a new book appeared in the memory library.
Title: "The miserable life I led at twenty-seven"
Excellent. That title was an eye-catcher. It was sure to sell well.
"Overall assessment: I spent this entire year chopping down huge trees, learning shipbuilding, and copying books from the Flame-Horned People. Life was monotonous, boring, and unbearably miserable."
"When I was twenty-seven, I tested how quickly different types of wood rotted in seawater on Turtle Island, selecting the most rot-resistant variety. This step was important. Heaven only knew how long I would drift across the Demon God's Sea."
"It was a monotonous, boring year, but overall, it passed fairly smoothly."
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