Chapter 343 Knowledge and Trouble You Don't Know (Part 2)
The morning sunlight shone through the sparse clouds and onto the clean and tidy streets.
As Jemin walked between Amy and Victor, he could hear Amy's cheerful chatter about her new life at university, and Victor's occasional brief and calm responses.
His face wore a perfectly measured smile, befitting the expectation and slight nervousness of a young student just entering university.
However, deep down, a cold rationality was running wildly, sorting through the suffocating predicament he was facing.
“Suppression… comprehensive suppression of all extraordinary powers.” Jemin felt the power within his body stagnating as if he were trapped in deep sea silt.
Whether it was the vast spiritual power of the Nascent Soul cultivator within his dantian, the mental power of the third-level wizard in his sea of consciousness, or the body that should have possessed terrifying power after being tempered a thousand times by the Body Tempering Method, all of them were now as silent as if they had never existed.
He is now an ordinary person through and through, and even feels weaker than the average person because of the difference in his mindset.
This dimension is more bizarre than anyone could imagine.
It is not an illusion—the Xuan Gang Red Dust Barrier, a protective magic item, showed no reaction, proving that it was not a mental illusion.
But it is by no means true.
Amy and Victor walking side by side, the companions whose deaths he had already confirmed in his memories, and the "parents" at home who looked exactly like his parents from his previous life—all silently proclaimed the illusion of this place.
"Is it a forcibly implanted identity and memory overwrite...? But why isn't the Xuan Gang Red Dust Barrier working? This thing should be similar to a mind interference..."
Jemin speculated that his awakening was probably the result of a combination of factors.
First, the mysterious "adaptive evolution" ability brought about by the "Body Tempering Method" has finally developed resistance after being eroded by this memory over a long period of time, just like the immune system finally recognizing and beginning to clear the virus.
Secondly, the appearance of Amy and Victor clashed too violently with his true memories, like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, violently shaking his obscured perception.
"This is a huge problem," Jemin thought heavily.
The most troublesome aspect is the distortion of time perception.
The ten-year deadline set by the eighth-level expeditionary force commander outside hung over their heads like the Sword of Damocles.
He had no idea how much time had passed between falling into this dimension and breaking free from the false memories.
One year? Three years?
Or even longer?
He instinctively wanted to connect to the space inside his body, where he had set up a timing device, an automated factory, a massive legion of black giants, and a level-five large elemental pool that served as the energy core.
Once you can perceive the space inside your body, the problem of time will be easily solved.
However, this plane sealed off all supernatural powers, and his connection with the space within his body was also completely severed, as if the signal had been completely blocked.
However, it's not entirely hopeless.
Jemin could faintly feel a very weak, almost imperceptible attraction coming from his dantian.
The feeling was like a drowning person seeing a sliver of light shining through the water's surface.
He knew that if he could direct a wisp of spiritual energy to that place, he might be able to use it as a fulcrum to pry open a crack and re-establish his connection with the space within his body.
The difficulty lies in the fact that mobilizing spiritual energy is currently extremely slow.
The spiritual energy that could flow like a river with a single thought was now obscure and viscous.
Every push is like pushing a mountain.
Furthermore, the sealing of his mental power deprived him of the ability to manipulate things precisely, leaving him only able to clumsily guide them using his most primal will.
"Jeming? Why are you so distracted today?" Amy's slightly puzzled voice interrupted his thoughts. She tilted her head, her eyes filled with concern.
Jemin snapped back to reality, a slightly embarrassed smile appearing on his face: "It's nothing, it's just... I was a little excited about my first time at university and didn't sleep well."
He became secretly wary, realizing that not only his strength, but also his mental processing ability had degenerated to the level of an ordinary person.
It is no longer possible to multitask and process large amounts of information in parallel as in the past.
Just now, I was only thinking deeply, and I almost revealed my weakness to the outside world.
Victor, who was standing next to him, pushed up his glasses and said calmly, "Don't worry, you got in with the highest score, so your foundation is very solid."
His tone was exactly the same as Jemin remembered, so calm that it didn't waver at all.
Jemin smiled and continued the conversation, while simultaneously beginning to quickly extract the "common sense" and "settings" that had been forcibly instilled in his mind.
According to the "common sense" provided by the false memories in his mind, this world is a rare "galactic plane".
The stars, planets, galaxies... their structures are strikingly similar to the universe he lived in in his previous life.
According to "common sense," this plane is vast and boundless, containing at least several galaxy clusters the size of the Milky Way.
“If this ‘setting’ is real, and not a fake background simulated by another plane…” Jemin thought with a chill, “then the physical scale of this plane has reached the standard of a super-large plane, or even larger.”
Human civilization rules this planet and even the surrounding star systems.
The level of technology is slightly higher than in his previous life, roughly reaching the point where he could carry out large-scale outer space colonization.
His current identity is that of a freshman who has just been admitted to university and is majoring in physics.
He possesses clear and complete family memories and a clear trajectory of his upbringing in this world—of course, after he regains consciousness, these memories are like looking through frosted glass, filled with a sense of alienation.
Amy and Victor were his childhood friends, and they both got into the same university.
A sleek, hovercar glided silently past them, the breeze it created ruffling his hair.
Jemin looked at the technologically advanced vehicles, his eyes filled with unwavering doubt.
"It's so realistic... and why is it in this kind of environment?" he wondered to himself.
The core of illusion... or rather, various mind manipulation techniques lies in creating a deceptive illusion, usually by constructing an environment most familiar to the subject to reduce the sense of incongruity.
The world before him bore the shadow of his science fiction works from his previous life.
But the details and atmosphere were not the "familiar" experiences he had personally gone through.
Why would a plane construct an environment that is not "absolutely familiar" to him?
Is it to reduce the investigation risks caused by "déjà vu", or is there another deeper meaning?
As we talked, the magnificent university gate came into view.
With a mix of excitement and nervousness, Jemin walked into the campus with the crowd.
After parting ways with Amy, he found the lecture hall where he was about to have class, based on his memory.
The familiar tiered layout made him feel disoriented for a moment.
He found a seat in the middle or back row, a place that wouldn't attract much attention.
In front of me is a smooth desktop with an LCD screen embedded in it.
Almost instinctively, the moment he saw the screen, his hand instinctively pressed the designated area on the screen.
Buzz...
A soft light screen instantly popped open in front of him, displaying functions such as course information, personal account, and campus navigation.
Jemin recoiled as if burned, abruptly pulling his hand back, his heart skipping a beat.
It wasn't because of the light screen itself, but because of the movement just now—smooth and natural, entirely the muscle memory and conditioned reflex that this body had formed over a long period of life!
“The situation is worse than I imagined…” Jemin forced himself to calm down, seemingly casually browsing the information on the screen, but his heart sank. “My body, my subconscious, has become deeply adapted to life here. I’ve probably been ‘living’ here for quite a while now…”
time!
The most crucial thing is time!
The external pressure of the ten-year deadline and the internal uncertainty of the passage of time coiled around his heart like two cold, venomous snakes.
Once the deadline has passed, the level 8 wizards at the command center won't care about the specific situation of these fallen ones.
Although in theory an eighth-level wizard would immediately rescue many trapped wizards, the uncertainty is simply too high.
With no clear information from any side, who knows what will happen the moment they make their move? He could very well perish along with this entire plane.
"We need to resolve this problem as quickly as possible." Jemin took a deep breath, his eyes regaining their resolve.
Jieming stopped paying attention to the noisy new students gradually entering the classroom, leaned back slightly in his chair, closed his eyes, as if he were resting.
His entire being was focused on his body, on the still, lifeless dantian, on that faint yet crucial attraction.
Mobilize spiritual power!
Like an ordinary person using all their strength to push a truck stuck in the mud.
Slow, difficult, and progress is barely perceptible.
A moment later, the quiet conversations and the soft sounds of operating the light screen in the classroom came to an abrupt end.
The sudden silence brought Jemin back to his senses, as he was struggling to mobilize his spiritual energy.
He looked up and saw two young men dressed in simple but well-tailored teacher's uniforms walk into the classroom.
The two men had a calm demeanor and sharp eyes. Although they looked young, they gave off an air of rich experience.
Jemin subconsciously glanced around the classroom, his heart skipping a beat.
I hadn't paid much attention before, but now I realize that the entire lecture hall is empty. Including myself, there are only a handful of students, less than ten!
"This quantity... is too abnormal." Jemin's doubts deepened.
According to the "setting" of the false memory, the university he was admitted to was a top institution in the field of physics, extremely popular, and there was no reason why there would be so few people in a major class.
This is completely different from his memory of what a "popular university" is.
He suppressed his doubts, quickly adjusted his facial expression, and put on a look of attentive listening and anticipation for the new course.
Jemin knew very well that his top priority was to maintain his "ordinary freshman" persona and avoid attracting any potential attention.
His previous attempt led him to estimate that if he concentrated fully, it would take him two to three days to barely manage to mobilize that trace of spiritual energy and open the gap connecting the space within his body.
Before that, he had to integrate into the community like a real student.
Despite having no expectations for the course content—which he viewed as nothing more than fabricated information constructed by the plane based on its own knowledge base—Jermin forced himself to listen.
However, as he listened, his pupils suddenly contracted, and a look of shock flashed across his face.
The lecturer's explanation of the spacetime curvature perturbation model under the gravitational lensing effect of a specific nebula involved several key parameters and derivation formulas that were... knowledge he had never encountered before!
"This is impossible!" Jemin was filled with shock and disbelief.
He was quite certain that he was not currently under an illusion, but even for more advanced mind control abilities, the "materials" used to construct the world must originate from the recipient's own cognition and memory bank.
In theory, it is impossible for true knowledge that he is completely unaware of and that is logically consistent to exist in this world!
Unless... this fake world isn't fake after all!
He quickly lowered his head, using the light screen on the desktop as cover to suppress all his outward emotions, but his heart was pounding violently in his chest.
He quickly wrote down these unfamiliar points of knowledge on the light screen in front of him, forcing himself to calm down.
"We can't confirm it yet... We need to verify the authenticity of this knowledge. We'll verify it immediately after class!"
With that in mind, Jieming focused his attention and began to listen carefully, occasionally taking notes on the screen.
Once you embark on exploring the unknown, time seems to speed up.
The morning's classes ended quickly.
The schedule shows that there are two hours of free time next.
Instead of leaving the classroom immediately, Jemin eagerly retrieved the notes he had just taken.
Using the light curtain's built-in calculation module and logic deduction function, we began to verify those unfamiliar formulas and theories.
As he delved deeper into the calculations, his expression grew increasingly grave.
The results clearly demonstrate that this knowledge is true, valid, and logically sound!
It was definitely not the kind of fabricated false information he initially imagined.
A tremendous sense of shock swept over him once again.
Illusion or mind control cannot create reality unknown to the subject out of thin air.
So how does this "fake" world achieve this?
Is it knowledge possessed by the person manipulating things behind the scenes?
Or is the world he is facing now... not a fabrication?
The problems of this world are far more complex and...dangerous than he imagined.
As he pondered whether to return to that "home" to search for more clues or stay in the school library to research, Amy's cheerful voice called from outside the classroom: "Jeming! Let's go eat!"
Jemin composed himself, responded, and joined Amy and Victor outside the door.
The three of them naturally headed towards the school cafeteria.
Holding a plate of various dishes, Jieming sat down and casually remarked, "There aren't many people in our major; the classrooms feel empty. How about yours?"
Amy tilted her head and thought for a moment: "Not many? There should be quite a few people, much more than in our biotechnology major. But my major is quite popular, and there are... nine people in my class! Victor, what about you?"
Victor adjusted his glasses and calmly replied, "Information engineering has become a popular major this year, with nine people applying... Of course, it can't compare to your physics major."
Jemin pondered to himself that both Amy's and Victor's classes had extremely small student populations, with no more than ten students in each class!
By bending down to eat, Jemin concealed his furrowed brow.
The school has an unusually small number of students?
This creates a serious contradiction with the macro-level setting of the "massive population" in this plane of existence in his "memory".
This looks like a huge flaw...
But Jemin dared not let his guard down.
In this bizarre plane that can silently trap nearly two million elite wizards, any seemingly illogical place may conceal a deeper logic.
The small number of students may not be a design oversight, but rather a manifestation of some rule that he has not yet understood.
Just as the three finished lunch and were about to leave the restaurant, a commotion suddenly broke out at the entrance of the cafeteria in the distance.
Amy, bursting with curiosity, immediately pulled the two of them to a stop and stood on tiptoe to look around.
Jemin didn't want to cause trouble and was prepared to go around it, but the commotion seemed to be guided by an invisible hand, quickly moving towards their location.
The crowd parted automatically to make way for several young people dressed differently from student uniforms, with stern expressions and agile movements, who walked straight toward Jemin and his group, led by a tall man with a gloomy face.
A bad feeling crept over him, and Jemin instinctively wanted to back away and blend into the crowd.
But it was too late.
The tall, burly man leading the group scanned the room with the sharp, hawk-like gaze, finally fixing it firmly on Jemin. A furious and undeniable roar echoed through the somewhat empty restaurant:
"You're Jemin?!"
In an instant, everyone in the restaurant, including Amy and Victor with their surprised and uncertain gazes, focused on Jemin.
Jemin froze and stopped in his tracks.
He could sense that the young men accompanying him were subtly forming an encirclement, blocking all possible escape routes for him.
Unexplained trouble suddenly came knocking.
(End of this chapter)
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