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"Lady Ziyue? Lady Ziyue?"

"Hm?"

Lady Ziyue suddenly woke up with a start, looking at Shen Qi who was knocking on the door outside the cabin, a trace of strangeness in her heart.

With her current spiritual power, she should have immediately awoken if anyone approached her casting area; yet someone had knocked several times and she had nearly missed waking up?

"Come in...."

Shen Qi outside the door sighed in relief.

He too had sensed something was amiss. They were about to reach the Nanhai Domain, and he had come to discuss how they might organize military preparations, as the main forces of the Nanhai Dragon Palace were likely to be of the Aquatic Race, potentially lying in ambush somewhere in the Southern Sea.

But upon reaching the door, there was no response.

Logically, even if asleep, a Magician of Ziyue’s rank shouldn’t be sleeping so soundly; she should have woken up the moment someone approached.

Had it not been for sensing the distinct fluctuations of Ziyue’s Spiritual Power, he would have barged right in.

Upon opening the door, Shen Qi saw Lady Ziyue, her face pale. Although his realm was vastly inferior to Lady Ziyue’s, he could see at a glance that her condition was very unstable, which made him frown: "Senior, has something happened?"

Lady Ziyue was a famous figure from ten thousand years ago, so addressing her as ’senior’ was certainly appropriate.

"It’s nothing... Just had a dream..."

"A dream?" Shen Qi was even more surprised. Lower-level Magicians could achieve a high-quality deep sleep, but dreams were things that should only occur to ordinary people, right?

Magicians... only dreamed when their Spiritual Energy was extremely unstable. Could it be that Lady Ziyue was having physical issues?

"Maybe it’s a disturbance in Spiritual Energy causing mental disarray. I should be fine after some rest," Lady Ziyue said with a forced smile, not specifying what the dream was about.

The content of that dream wasn’t something Shen Qi needed to know.

To be honest, it was the first time she had dreamed of her past life, and it was even about aspects of her past life that she had forgotten.

In the dream... a familiar face found her and invited her to participate in a top-level research project...

Yes, it was that so-called data life model study.

At that time, she had just resigned, and the reason seemed to be that after Pu YunChuan resigned, the newly appointed technical planner had all sorts of absurd demands, ostensibly to cater to the market, but completely disregarding technological feasibility.

What she hated most in this life was those ignorant laypeople who had all the say and were all thumbs. It’s not that planners must be well-versed in technology, but at least they should have some understanding, right?

All those impractical demands, or meaningless data deletions – starting off with plans conceived in error that are discovered to be unworkable halfway through, followed by various changes that eventually produced some sort of aberration.

As a Data Master who was just looking to earn some retirement money, she was greatly troubled by the incompetent planner, and ultimately resigned after cursing the planner as a ’nitwit’ during an argument.

As someone who once worked as an official-level data architect, she naturally didn’t worry about finding work, and she remembered staying at home for a full half year just to unwind.

Then she received an invitation letter.

The contents and the project it proposed astounded her.

The inviting company was an unknown newly registered enterprise. If not for several renowned Western financial groups among those inviting, she would have thought it was a foreign scam, but most crucially... it was the identity of the person extending the invitation.

The brother of Pu YunChuan...

Working with Pu YunChuan for two years, they had their arguments, but overall, the impression was pleasant.

However, she was very curious, how a game designer like Pu YunChuan was qualified to be involved in such a project?

It was somewhat understandable for her to be invited since she indeed had a reputation for data processing, but Pu YunChuan.

.. it seemed like a field change, right?

Moreover, the most crucial thing is, she seemed to have heard that Pu Yunchuan had contracted a terminal illness. After resigning, she wanted to visit him, but she didn’t have his contact information. So much time has passed now, is that guy still alive? Can he still participate in projects?

A joke, right? Wasn’t it said that two years ago he was already in the late stages of esophageal cancer?

That kind of illness... can it last two years in its late stages?

At this point, Lady Ziyue had already realized that she was dreaming, but she knew that this dream didn’t appear without reason.

With her current cultivation level, deep sleep was incredibly easy to achieve.

The only possibility that could lead her into the dream was that something deep within her soul had loosened, releasing some memories.

Even now, she was uncertain whether she was the Princess Ziyue of the Ancient Demon Clan or a modern person from her past life...

However, indeed due to the fusion, some memories were deeply hidden, such as... how did she die in her previous life?

She had no memories of this aspect, only remembering that after resigning, she laid flat at home for half a year, and then her memories cut off at that point in time.

At that time, she thought... perhaps she had encountered some natural disaster and died instantly, and therefore had no memory of it.

But the problem is, being able to appear here now means that her genes must have been preserved a long time ago. A somewhat renowned Data Master, a century away from the era of data life, really qualified to have her genes backed up at that time?

She had long suspected that she must have done something in the latter part of her life, which led to the preservation of the genes of this batch of designers.

But what kind of event could result in the preservation of the genes of an ordinary group of game designers?

Why?

Because of this suspicion, when she dreamt of such matters, she didn’t choose to activate her spiritual power to wake up immediately, although she knew doing so would likely lead to great exhaustion of her spiritual power by sinking deeper into the dream.

But she still couldn’t help wanting to see what had happened in the end.

In the dream... After receiving the invitation, she considered it for just one day and then agreed to the invitation. On the third day, she took a flight to America, to the so-called Data Life Experimental Laboratory.

The dream was long and very real, including the time spent on the airplane, which was so unbearably lengthy. But precisely because of this, she was convinced that this was something from her memory, because only then could a dream become so prolonged and real.

Finally... after an anxious waiting period, the flight arrived smoothly, and she also met the person who had invited her, supposedly the younger brother of Pu Yunchuan...

The moment she saw that person’s face, Lady Ziyue was completely stunned.

She had considered a myriad of possibilities, but had never thought about this one...

"Hello, is this Miss Chen Xiaohui? What a coincidence; it turns out we’re from the same family. My name is Chen Qing... I look forward to your guidance!"

"Chen Qing...." Lady Ziyue stared blankly at the familiar face.

Yes... not only the name, but the face, the voice, including the familiar bodily movements. There was no mistake... it was Chen Qing!!!

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"How can this be?"

In the hospital, Chen Qing looked at the cautiously approaching person, looked at that face, and his entire being fell into chaos. He never imagined that such a thing could happen.

How could he not recognize that face? Though there were no mirrors in the ancient times, he had seen that face countless times every day when washing his face in the morning.

Chen Qing... Chen Qing!

Himself... his half-brother with the same mother... was Chen Qing??