The screen flickered, and Director Wang's voice broke in and out through the Meeting Room. Inside the Cube, Mo Ling's heart began to pound as well.
He had actually become the so-called "Salvation Cube"?
"I'm a hero who saved the world?"
After he entered the Abyss, so much had actually happened?
"I went to the Abyss Bottom... gained the ability to create abyssal iron, and sealed the Abyss at the cost of my own life?"
That experience, which did not exist in his memories, was simply too absurd.
"Am I really the kind of person who would sacrifice myself to save the world?" Listening to Director Wang, Mo Ling began questioning his own heart.
But the answer he received was uncertainty.
Moreover, hearing about those experiences gave Mo Ling an unfamiliar feeling instead.
"Did I really do that?"
Although he was very familiar with that abyssal iron, and seemed to have some impression of the Abyss Bottom...
He seemed to have been to the Abyss Bottom, but it did not seem to have anything to do with abyssal iron.
"What was even there?"
"Where did abyssal iron come from... Did I create it? Why does none of this feel familiar at all?"
After hearing Director Wang recount those "experiences," Mo Ling's memories only became more confused.
Images of cubes of abyssal iron joined together surfaced in his mind. He seemed to remember something, but those images were missing both their beginnings and endings, with no context whatsoever.
Every term Director Wang mentioned stirred some emotion in his subconscious, but those emotions could not bring him clear memories. Nor could Mo Ling find any pattern in their fluctuations.
"Maybe I need to see that abyssal iron with my own eyes. I might remember something..."
He needed something more stimulating, something that