Chapter Thirty-Two: You Will Be Remembered by All

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In a dream.

She appeared at the edge of a pitch-black corridor.

There was no way back.

Only the vague, lingering sounds of agonizing screams remained beside her.

As she listened, those pained voices seemed to transform from a little girl into several adult men.

Lin Xiqing, a petite socialite who usually had to keep the lights on and huddle in the corner of her sofa clutching a large pillow just to watch a horror movie, was naturally terrified by such a scene.

But then, something even more horrific occurred.

A twisted, grotesque monster, resembling a spider with countless arms, was staring at her from the darkness.

In the next second, it lunged at Lin Xiqing with a ferocious posture.

But right in mid-air, the creature was pinned firmly to the wall by a long spear that pierced through it from behind, radiating a dazzling silver light.

In an instant, the pure light dissipated into particles, colliding with the wavelength of the Dead Zone radiation.

Everything became blindingly bright.

The world’s energy level returned to its origin.

As Gustav Mie’s theory of Mie scattering was proven at the boundary between reality and the dream, Lin Xiqing also caught a glimpse of the knight’s handsome, upright figure.

She felt this figure was very familiar, yet no matter how hard she tried, she could not remember who it was.

She only heard the final words:

"Good night."

At this moment, countless residents of the Binhai urban district who had strayed into this dream saw a savior god in their trance.

When humans encounter danger, they subconsciously magnify the silhouette of their rescuer.

In Freud's view, the operation and masking of dreams mainly involve processing and compressing the manifest content through condensation, displacement, and secondary revision, ultimately leaving behind only an unforgettable fragment.

And as the "Dead Zone" dream shattered, with the rising tide of the Silver Sea mending the fragments of consciousness, this positive modification was further amplified.

[World Potential Influence +100]

[Achievement Unlocked: The Nameless Savior]

[Achievement Description: A silhouette, a pioneer unknown to all, a memory of a dream that cannot be forgotten.]

Su Wen saw this notification.

He pondered where this achievement had come from.

He looked out the window.

For some reason, the moonlight had long since moved away from the cover of the clouds, casting a pale, silver, clear radiance across the pristine night sky.

Binhai District.

Inside the bookstore of the Yulin West Street Night Watchman office.

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Lin Yunwen walked to the door and extinguished the hanging lantern engraved with the lunar cloud sea.

Not long after, a burly man carrying a bottle of vodka walked over with heavy steps. He leaned against the closed iron gate next to the bookstore.

He then asked in a low voice:

"Director Lin, has the crisis alert been lifted?"

"It has."

Lin Yunwen casually flipped through a magazine describing travel in New Jersey.

"There was a border crisis in Yunzhou. Just as the Night Watchmen were being redeployed there, the Binhai Dead Zone erupted. I’m truly old now. I don’t even think it’s a coincidence when I encounter such things anymore."

The burly man finished the remaining half of his bottle, set it against the door of the old bookstore, and looked at the silent road, where few cars passed in the dead of night.

"Was it ignited by the Sleeping Cult?"

"Why? Are you, a fisherman, planning to track down those rats hiding in the crevices of dreams?"

Old Man Lin sipped his tea.

"You’d be better off thinking about your fishing spots for tonight, lest you come back empty-handed tomorrow."

"I am a fisherman who trawls the open sea, following currents to find schools of fish, not a hobbyist angler. That old joke is already outdated."

The burly man continued, "The storm of 'Eunice' has completely subsided. Captain Spring has invited me to set sail; he wants to go to the Lost Sea once more."

"Would you like a cup of tea?"

"I’m not drunk, and I probably don't need anything to sober up."

"Then, have a safe voyage. I'm old; it’s fine just staying here selling books."

Lin Yunwen said slowly.

"By the way, I forgot about this. Old Man Lin, the quality of your books really isn't great. My nephew used the answer key from your book for his homework and got a zero; the teacher said that book was a version from before the Origin Century."

At that same moment, the dim light of the old bookstore flickered with a distortion.

"What zero?"

A young girl wearing a hoodie emerged from the shadows. She asked curiously, "Could it be that the fake books Old Man Lin sells have scammed someone again?"

"Get out, get out! One after another... the 'Lunar Cloud Sea' has already vanished. If there’s nothing important tonight, don't disturb an old man's rest."

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A night passed.

A local Binhai topic quietly climbed to the top of the trending list:

[The Knight]

After all, just last night, many people had simultaneously dreamed of that scene.

It was a memory that could not be forgotten, even after waking up.

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At eight o'clock in the morning, the Mental Review Bureau received an anonymous letter of untraceable origin.

The letter described that a certain little girl previously deemed missing was actually buried under a tree on the playground of the abandoned Tenth Middle School.

Upon receiving this news, Zhu Yu immediately sensed that this might be related to the "Dead Zone fluctuations" that occurred the previous night.

He immediately began investigation work.

The subsequent investigation results were clear.

This inhumane, vicious incident had truly happened!

[According to this station’s report: The once-abandoned Tenth Middle School was the site of a heinous, premeditated murder case uncovered by the police today.]

[Meanwhile, according to the latest intelligence from this station: Just last night, the four culprits who had once "taught" at the Tenth Middle School all suffered sudden brain death from "unknown causes" and currently show no signs of life.]

[This station will continue to provide follow-up reports on the details and aftermath of this matter.]

At this moment, many people on the Binhai University campus were discussing the two major events of the previous night.

One was the scene from the dream.

The other was the news report.

At the entrance of the Physics Department's wind tunnel laboratory.

After Su Wen copied the data and locked the lab door, he also saw the news on his phone's lock screen.

That’s right.

Wu Shuang’s information had been released using the "Space-Time Travel" game’s email function.

The advantage was that no one could trace who had sent a letter from the future.

The downside was that sending emails consumed "World Influence."

This directly extinguished his dreams of becoming a phantom thief like Kaito Kid.

The girl also scrolled past the news. She asked Su Wen, who was beside her, calmly:

"What do you think?"

"I think these four animals deserved to die. It saves the netizens from arguing over their final sentencing."

Hearing him say this, the girl nodded slightly.

Just then, an account that had gained massive attention and views after posting only a few feature-length films released a new video:

[After the Origin Era, the torchbearers of civilization should no longer be cold-blooded butchers.]

[Narrator: Azure]

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