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"Is it actually a memory bubble?"
Looking at the object she had dealt with countless times before, Black Swan's face revealed a trace of delight.
She looked at Sylvester with a hint of anticipation.
Unlike others, she had not come here seeking strength or sudden riches, but purely drawn by the sweet fragrance of precious memories.
To others, this memory bubble might be no different from a storybook.
But to her, it could be comparable to a priceless treasure.
Of course, that required the owner of the memory to be special enough.
Meeting Black Swan's slightly curious gaze, Sylvester chuckled softly.
"To obtain a memory bubble from someone you know well can be considered a rather special kind of fate."
"Miss Black Swan, you should not be unfamiliar with the Astral Express's Trailblazer, Stelle, correct?"
"Of course. She is a very interesting child."
Stelle had left a good impression on her in Penacony.
Her thoughts were unrestrained, yet she was resilient and intelligent.
Together with Acheron and that young girl from the Stellaron Hunters, they had shared quite an intriguing story.
A trace of nostalgia and surprise appeared in Black Swan's smile.
"So, this memory bubble actually belongs to her?"
Sylvester replied calmly, "That's right. It is hers. This memory bubble records all of Stelle's memories since she boarded the Astral Express."
Ah, of course.
It could also be said to contain all her memories since birth. There isn't much difference, Sylvester added inwardly.
Hearing his confirmation, Black Swan was visibly delighted.
Her slender fingers, clad in soft leather gloves, gently stroked the surface of the memory bubble, sending faint ripples across it, clearly reluctant to let it go.
"How interesting."
The Nameless roam the universe. In order to gather Trailblaze energy and resolve the disasters caused by Stellarons, they had visited far more fascinating places than most other factions.
Although Stelle had only been aboard the Astral Express for a year and a half, she had already received the attention of at least three Aeons. How colorful her life must have been was almost unimaginable.
And besides...
"Occasionally seeing oneself from another's perspective is quite a novel experience."
Having reached that realization, Black Swan was already somewhat eager to use the memory bubble and properly "revisit" the life of a Nameless.
Beside her, Sylvester's expression shifted subtly as he watched her anticipation.
Hey, hey… that's a bottomless abyss ahead.
Stelle's memories—are those really something an ordinary person can handle?
The gaping mouth of a trash can will swallow you whole, slam the lid shut, and lock you in a dark, cramped space for eternity.
Out of basic professional ethics, Sylvester coughed lightly.
"Ahem. Miss Black Swan, I have an obligation to remind you—before using this memory bubble, you must take precautionary measures. For example, back up your own memories in advance, or isolate this memory bubble in a fixed memory sector so it can be deleted at any time."
Black Swan: "???"
Feixiao: "???"
Qingque: Zzz.
After hearing Sylvester's words, the others present were utterly confused.
"Why?" Black Swan asked in puzzlement.
"Because…" Sylvester began, then suddenly realized he might be making assumptions.
Stelle might be a little eccentric, but she had not yet reached a level of notoriety that shook the universe.
On the contrary, in galactic legend, she was the heroic Nameless who saved Belobog, the Xianzhou Luofu, and Penacony, and who had drawn the gaze of multiple Aeons.
Under such an aura, her quirks could easily be described as "having personality." At most, she was simply… extremely full of personality.
Especially in Black Swan's case.
During their time acting together in Penacony, Black Swan had mostly been alongside Acheron and Firefly.
At that time, everyone had been focused on uncovering the mastermind behind the scenes, and Stelle's eccentricities had been largely overshadowed.
But this memory bubble was different.
This was absolutely raw, unfiltered, original-flavor memories straight from the Stellaron host herself—fresh and complete, with nothing removed or polished.
Sylvester said solemnly, "Miss Black Swan, I must tell you—Stelle, this Nameless, is very special. If you intend to absorb her memories, you should prepare yourself."
"After all, most people would not find the scent of a wardrobe enticing, nor be lured by that scent into climbing inside, then suddenly leap out while thinking of some 'corridor demon' legend just to scare an innocent demon."
"Hm?" Black Swan paused. "That… is certainly a unique hobby."
That was the highest-EQ phrasing he could manage.
Feixiao smiled faintly. "I didn't expect Stelle to be so childlike."
Yes, perhaps sincere praise carried higher emotional intelligence.
Seeing that they were finally beginning to grasp the gravity of the situation, Sylvester continued.
"And that's not all. She also has an almost instinctive impulse to smash every fragile object in sight."
"And when caught red-handed, she'll raise her hands righteously and shout, 'No one can stop me—no one!'"
"On top of that, she never lets a treasure chest escape her notice, will overturn trash cans in public, and cannot resist pressing any red notification dot she sees. The list of strange habits goes on—right and wrong intertwined, difficult to fully describe."
After all, the dozens of 'Praise of High Morals' items stored in Stelle's bag were not for decoration.
Who knew—perhaps it was precisely because she had expelled morality from her body that the liberated 'High Morals' felt compelled to praise her.
"Ah… I see."
A bead of sweat seemed to slide down Black Swan's forehead, her smile visibly stiffening.
It had to be said—doing such things required a certain degree of thick skin.
"Hmm…"
Feixiao pondered for a moment, trying to offer a fair evaluation. After all, Stelle had helped the Xianzhou Luofu—some courtesy was warranted.
But it didn't take long before she admitted defeat.
"This Nameless, Stelle… appears to be a bit too full of childlike spirit."
Seeing the two of them finally recognize the Trailblazer's special nature, Sylvester felt slightly awkward.
Does this count as speaking ill of someone behind their back?
Mm… probably not.
I merely stated the things Stelle has done. How could that possibly count as slander?
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