" Lord Ziyue? Lord Ziyue?"
"Um?"
Ziyue suddenly woke up and looked at Shen Qi knocking on the cabin door, feeling a strange sensation in her heart.
With her current mental strength, she should wake up immediately if anyone approaches her spellcasting area, yet she almost didn't wake up even after the other person knocked several times?
"Come in."
Shen Qi, standing outside the door, breathed a sigh of relief. He had also sensed something was wrong earlier. They were about to reach the South Sea. He had originally come to discuss how to organize the military, since the main force of the South Sea Dragon Palace was the aquatic race, and they might be lying in ambush somewhere in the South Sea.
But when he got to the door, there was no movement. Logically speaking, even if she was asleep, a sorcerer of Ziyue's level shouldn't be sleeping so soundly. She should have woken up when he got close. If he hadn't been able to sense the obvious fluctuations of Ziyue's spiritual energy, he would have already rushed in.
Pushing open the door, Shen Qi saw Ziyue's pale face. Although there was a huge gap between their Ziyue levels, he could tell at a glance that Ziyue's condition was very unstable. He immediately frowned and asked, "Senior, has something happened?"
Ziyue is a figure who became famous ten thousand years ago, so it's perfectly acceptable for me to call her a senior.
"It's nothing. Just a dream."
"Dreaming?" Shen Qi was even more stunned. A low-level sorcerer could achieve high-quality deep sleep? Isn't dreaming something only mortals experience?
Warlocks only dream when their Spirit Energy is extremely unstable. Could it be that Ziyue has a health problem?
"It's probably due to unstable Spirit Energy causing mental disturbance. I'll be fine after some rest." Ziyue forced a smile, without specifying what she dreamt about.
Shen Qi didn't really need to know the contents of that dream.
To be honest, this was the first time she had ever dreamed about her past life, especially some of those past lives that she had forgotten.
In my dream, a familiar face found me and invited me to participate in a top-level research project.
Yes, it was the so-called research on the data life model. I had just resigned not long before, apparently because after Pu Yunchuan resigned, the newly appointed technical planner made all sorts of inexplicable demands, ostensibly to cater to the market, but completely disregarding whether they were technically feasible.
What she hates most in her life is when an inexperienced person with no expertise holds power and interferes. It's not that planners have to be technically proficient, but you should at least know a little bit, right?
All the unrealistic demands, or meaningless data deletions and modifications, meant that the initial plan was flawed from the start. It was only halfway through that they realized it was unfeasible, leading to various deletions and modifications, ultimately resulting in a hodgepodge. As a data analyst who only intended to earn some retirement income, she was thoroughly exhausted by the incompetent planner. Finally, after an argument, she called the planner an incompetent idiot and resigned in anger.
As a former official-level data architect, she naturally had no trouble finding work. I remember staying at home for a full six months to clear my head.
Then I found an invitation.
The contents and the projects invited to her were incredibly shocking.
The invited company was a completely unknown, newly registered enterprise. If it weren't for the fact that several well-known Western conglomerates were among the inviters, she would have thought it was an overseas scam. And the most crucial point was the identity of the inviter.
Pu Yunchuan's younger brother
Having collaborated with Pu Yunchuan for the past two years, although there had been some disagreements, the overall feeling was positive. However, she was very curious: what qualifications did Pu Yunchuan, a game designer, have to participate in such a project? It was understandable that she was invited, given her reputation in data processing; Pu Yunchuan was clearly... a completely different field, wasn't he?
Most importantly, she seemed to have heard that Pu Yunchuan had a terminal illness. After resigning, she wanted to visit him, but she didn't have his contact information. Now, so much time has passed, is that guy still alive? And still able to participate in projects?
Are you kidding me? Didn't you say it was late-stage esophageal cancer two years ago?
That disease... in its late stages, can someone survive for two years?
At this moment, Ziyue had already realized that she was dreaming, but she knew that this dream did not appear for no reason. With her current cultivation level, it would be extremely easy for her to fall into a deep sleep. There was only one possibility that could make her dream: that the depths of her soul had loosened and some memories had been released.
Even now, she is unsure whether she is Princess Ziyue of the Ancient Demon Clan or a modern person from her previous life.
However, due to the Fusion process, some memories are indeed deeply hidden, such as how one died in a past life.
She had no memory of that at all. She only remembered that after resigning, she stayed at home for half a year, and then her memory stopped at that time. At the time, she thought that she might have encountered some natural disaster and died instantly, so she had no memory of that.
The problem is, the fact that I'm here now means my genes were preserved long ago. A somewhat well-known data scientist, at least a century removed from the era of data-driven life, does he really deserve to have his genes backed up back then?
She had long suspected that she must have done something in the latter half of her life to ensure that the genes of her generation of designers were preserved.
But what kind of event could possibly allow the genes of a group of ordinary game designers to be preserved?
On what grounds?
Because of this question, when she dreamed about this, she did not choose to activate her mental energy to wake up immediately. Although she knew that doing so would likely cause her to become trapped in the dream and greatly deplete her mental energy, she still couldn't help but want to see what happened next.
In her dream, after receiving the invitation, she accepted it after only one day of consideration, and on the third day, she took a plane to the America to visit the so-called Data Life Laboratory.
The dream was long and very real, including the agonizingly long flight. But it was precisely because of this that she was even more convinced that it was something from her memory, because only in this way could a dream be so long and real.
After an anxious wait, the flight finally landed smoothly, and she met the person who had invited her, who was supposedly Pu Yunchuan's younger brother.
The moment Ziyue saw that person's face, she was completely stunned.
She had considered countless possibilities, but this was the one she had never considered.
"Hello, Ms. Chen Xiaohui? What a coincidence, I didn't expect we'd meet in the same hometown! My Chen Qing. Nice to meet you!"
" Chen Qing." Ziyue stared blankly at that familiar face.
Yes, not just the name, but also the face, the voice, and even those familiar body language—it's definitely Chen Qing!!!
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How could that be?
Inside the hospital, Chen Qing stared at the person cautiously approaching, at that face, and he was completely thrown into confusion. He never expected that such a thing would happen.
How could he not recognize that face? Although there were no mirrors in ancient times, he had seen that face countless times every morning when he washed his face.
Chen Qing! Chen Qing!
My half-brother, who shares my mother's father, is Chen Qing?