The memory tax collector, the guardian of civilization who travels in time.
Their job is to strip the precious skills and knowledge from the memory spectrum at the last moment before the consciousness of the dying person dissipates, store them in memory crystals, and store them in the eternal archives. At the same time, all those hot emotions, unfinished promises, and unspeakable love are marked as "redundant data" and completely eliminated.
Shen Ye is the perfect tax accountant for the Bureau. He has a calm personality and completes tasks with precision, like a carefully forged scalpel.
Until one day, he heard a sound he shouldn't have during a mission.
"Aye!"
That call spanned the cracks in time and penetrated the dimensional barrier, carrying a dying gasp and heart-rending obsession. What followed was a white laboratory in the illusion, a blood-stained syringe, and a name that was completely erased: Jiang Lin.
When his memory began to revive, Shen Ye discovered that he had once loved someone deeply, but that person did not know where he was now.
Emotion is a variable and knowledge is a constant. This is the iron law of the Administration.
But if you don't have love for someone, you won't have the determination to become stronger for them.
Without those thoughts, guilt and tenderness judged as "redundant", the fire of civilization, what would be left?
When tax collectors begin to question the nature of "tax", and when tools recall why they were cast, this seemingly eternal archive will usher in its true trial.
Not a threat from the outside, but from within, the grand return of memory and love that was three years late.
"The memory belongs to you, the time belongs to me. And we belong to each other."
Don't worry, I won't appear until Chapter 10.
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Purpose: The most precious heritage of civilization has never been knowledge, but love.
