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"It's far more than that."
Sylvester's expression turned grave as he spoke in a mysterious tone.
"Inside Stelle's mind, there exists an entire kingdom of Lordly Trashcans. In Penacony, she can even frequently enter that 'kingdom.'"
"To be obsessed with trash cans to such a degree—if an ordinary person were to recklessly absorb all of Stelle's memories at once, there's a real chance they'd suffer such an overwhelming mental shock that they'd end up drooling and mumbling like a blissfully idiotic genius."
"This memory bubble has effects comparable to memetic contamination!"
"Hiss~~"
Feixiao sucked in a sharp breath.
Is this really a single person's memory? This sounds more like a weapon.
That Trailblazer named Stelle actually possesses such an ability?
After hearing this, Black Swan's brows knitted together, yet instead of recoiling from the memory bubble in her hand, she showed even greater admiration.
"To generate such immense obsession merely through imagination alone… Even among Memokeepers, that would be considered extraordinary talent."
She pinched her chin lightly between her index finger and thumb, a nostalgic look flickering across her face.
"I have read the memories of countless individuals, but those capable of producing such intensely volatile Memoria—aside from pitiful souls filled with hatred for the world, only the most heinous villains possess memories with such terrifying infectivity."
Black Swan chuckled softly.
"And yet Miss Stelle has achieved this effect through an entirely different path. One might say she is unprecedented. If she were to shed her mortal body and become a Memokeeper, her future would surely be limitless."
…
Sylvester looked at her with admiration, and at the same time, found himself even more impressed by the ancient sages of the Xianzhou.
The only lesson humanity learns from history is that humanity never learns any lessons. That statement was absolutely true.
Even after suffering a great loss at Acheron's hands, even after being informed that Black Swan had just received a warning yesterday, and even though she had acted cautiously today—once the object of desire appeared before her, she still couldn't help but pursue it.
Sylvester pondered for a moment and pointed out a path for her.
"Ahem, if you truly insist on viewing this memory bubble no matter what, you might consider first going to the Radiant Feldspar in Penacony and buying a cup of Trash Sparkling Water."
"That's a beverage Doctor Edward created based on Stelle's psychoanalytic diagnostic report, adjusting its palatability—well, in other words, diluting it with water."
"If nothing happens, you can also request a portion of the raw Memoria extract from Doctor Edward. Proceed step by step like this, and only then use the memory bubble."
"But I must warn you—those who have consumed the raw extract end up obsessively muttering things like, 'Ah, rummaging through trash cans makes me so happy; ah, trash cans are so happy; ah, I'm so happy; ah, I am a trash can,' and so on."
"And as for the effect of that drink…"
Sylvester glanced at the memory bubble.
"Not even one-tenth of this bubble!"
Upon hearing this, Black Swan merely smiled charmingly and replied politely, though not particularly concerned.
"Haha, Shopkeeper Sylvester, please rest assured. I am a professional Memokeeper. When it comes to handling and using memory bubbles, I am naturally quite adept."
What a joke. She was merely viewing a memory bubble, not searching through the person's mind directly.
If something so trivial could trouble her, she would have long since gone mad from the countless bizarre memories she had encountered.
That said, she would still follow Sylvester's earlier advice and establish proper memory isolation.
"Good luck," Sylvester said, not entirely confident.
Though Black Swan's professionalism was beyond doubt, the way she spoke sounded suspiciously like raising a flag.
But this was no longer his concern.
Giving a warning to this extent was already highly ethical—fully deserving of praise for noble moral conduct.
"Shall we continue opening the cans?"
"Of course!" Black Swan replied without hesitation.
Although this memory bubble was merely categorized among green Curios, for her, it was nothing short of wonderful news.
If she could thoroughly comprehend the memory bubble of someone whose memories rivaled memetic contamination, perhaps it would elevate her understanding of memory to an entirely new level—opening the door to a brand-new world.
To hear the Path in the morning and die in the evening—one could die content.
Not that she needed to die at all. She could leisurely enjoy the memory like watching a film.
It was truly killing two birds with one stone.
With such gains from the very first can, she could not imagine any reason to withdraw now.
With that thought, she turned and raised her hand toward the shelf.
Four trash cans, wrapped in specks of shimmering light, were drawn out and floated into the air.
She swept her hand back in the opposite direction.
Clatter—clang—
The four lids emitted the metallic scrape of friction as they rose into the air in perfect unison.
Four beams of light burst forth and then faded, leaving three items to fall to the ground.
"Miss Black Swan, your luck this time doesn't seem particularly good—there's actually a white empty can."
Looking at the remaining three items, Sylvester smiled.
"Still, even with just these three, the harvest can hardly be considered small."
"There are empty cans as well?"
At Sylvester's words, Black Swan's expression shifted to surprise.
She hadn't conducted any thorough investigation before coming here. She had merely sensed through Aventurine's memories that precious memories would be born here—and so she came.
"Of course." Sylvester nodded. "They're trash cans, after all. Some are pristine, brand-new white cans. Besides that, there's also a chance for black cans filled with resentment and curses to appear."
He then added with a smile, "But there's no need to worry too much. So far, only two people have obtained a black can. Opening one is like finding a needle in the sea."
Black Swan: "…"
For some reason, she suddenly found herself curious about who the two unlucky souls who had opened black cans were.
Oh—no, it should be one.
She recalled that Aventurine seemed to have opened a black can before.
"Shopkeeper Sylvester, could you please help me take a look at these items?"
The four cans earlier had been different colors—surely there should be something good among them.
But this hammer, this pink door panel, and this camera all looked utterly ordinary, almost devoid of anything special.
Even without her asking, Sylvester had already thoroughly examined the three Curios during their conversation.
He picked up the yellow-and-blue hammer and said, "This is called the [Opposite Hammer]."
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