Shen Hanzhou knelt in front of the iron gate of the Memory Exchange, with only the smell of swill from three days ago in his stomach. He put his hand on the appraisal table - the memory of his mother humming a lullaby was encapsulated into a memory crystal as big as a fingernail, and replaced with two pieces of black bread. The system lights up: [100-fold return activation. The lullaby you lost will return with a hundredfold spiritual charm. Before Shen Hanzhou could react, his brain felt like it had been pierced by a soldering iron. Countless fragments pour in - someone else's first kiss, someone else's bereavement, someone else's desperate scream. He collapsed on the ground and vomited, and the system whispered in his ears: [First return completed. Personality integrity: 97%. ] 3% Is gone. He found that he could not recall his mother's voice. But after a hundred times the aura was tempered, his fingers could touch out every reverberation of memory hidden deep in the object - this was the "Aura of Heavenly Eye" that the clansmen dreamed of. Secret agents from the Privy Council's Memory Academy were eyeing him, nine aristocratic families offered exorbitant prices to recruit him, and the steam black market placed a bounty on his head. The system keeps pushing new tasks: trade a period of fear and return an ancient spiritual weapon; trade a period of guilt and return a hundred times the combat power. Shen Hanzhou stood at the door of the exchange, holding on to the remaining memory that his sister Shen Nuanyan was still alive. Behind him, Su Wanting's wheelchair rolled over the cinder road and whispered: "If you use the system one more time, I won't recognize you." Overhead, Gu Changgeng's airship cast a shadow, and the loudspeaker screamed: "Hand over the Lingyun Sky Eye, or hand over all your memories." Shen Hanzhou touched the rag left by his sister in his pocket. Tonight, he wants to let the entire Emberland Victoria know that a person has
