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Feathered Dust, infected consciousness, made the hounds ignore the presence of the group.

Once on the rooftop, Qiong was lowered by Sam, and the old man sitting on the bench calmly gazed at the distant horizon.

He sat upright as if he were a statue, and it was difficult to detect even his breathing.

"Hello, young nameless travelers."

The old man seemed to only notice them at this moment, turned his head, and said in a hoarse voice.

Qiong was not surprised to be called out her identity.

After all, whether it was him, Xing, or March 7th, they all wore the golden ticket that represented the nameless traveler.

"Old man, you have such good eyesight. My name is Qiong, and who are you?"

"It's been a long time since anyone has spoken to me."

It's rare for an elderly person to show such emotional fluctuations.

"My name is Chadwick."

"Chadwick..."

Qiong raised an eyebrow slightly.

This is a very ordinary name.

There are probably tens of billions of people with the same name throughout the universe.

But for a family to create a dream world just for him, he certainly couldn't be some nobody.

Chadwick, the renowned galaxy, had his pupils constrict slightly for a moment.

Good guy!

We've found the treasure!

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Volume 1: Chapter 606 What I'm about to tell you, please don't be afraid.

After the fusion is broken by using the Potara Earrings and the two original bodies are separated, they do not retain each other's memories, but they can clearly remember everything that happened during the fusion.

Qiong Brownie and Black Tower once merged to become the genius Britta, and he still retains Britta's memories in his mind.

Those profound scientific research project memories, without the support of Black Tower's extensive knowledge and Bunita's unique way of thinking, were like heavenly books to Qiong, difficult to understand.

However, he benefited greatly from some "common sense" knowledge.

This includes understanding the Genius Club, the most high-end academic circle in the universe.

Calderon Chadwick, the 79th member of the Genius Club.

Back when Yalilobnita faced the old man from the market development department, she used the ability to create imaginary number collapse pulses by understanding the power of reproduction to scare him.

But it really was just a bluff.

It is actually impossible to do.

In theory, if Bunita fully understands the principles and related knowledge, she can indeed construct it.

The problem is that she doesn't have any original research and development data at all.

Admittedly, she could go to the company to find the empty shell left behind by Chadwick and analyze it, but the combined warrior's existence time is only one hour.

In such a short period of time, it would be nothing short of a pipe dream to fully grasp the essence of a genius's life's work.

Even if she managed to recreate the basic form, it would be missing the most crucial data and would be unusable.

Looking down from high above at the massive experimental equipment in this dreamlike scene, the name Chadwick, coupled with the fact that she was imprisoned and under surveillance, made Qiong's heart race.

It was the kind of excitement that comes from encountering an old man who possessed a Heavenly Rank cultivation technique.

There are also doubts.

Where did this family get such audacity?

Imprisoning a genius!

"Old man, you... could you be Calderon Chadwick, the 79th seat in the Genius Club?"

"My God, the Genius Club!"

Little March's bright eyes widened instantly, and her voice rose several decibels.

"No way? It's Chadwick, the one who invented the imaginary number collapse pulse?"

As for other geniuses, Liu Ying may not know much about them.

If you're talking about Chadwick, then it's a different story.

This was the genius she knew best. The reason was simple: as an undefeated veteran of the Grammer battlefield, Firefly had an innate pursuit and profound understanding of high-powered weapons.

Big is beautiful!

Big is great!

The caliber is justice, and the equivalent is truth!

On this path to truth, no weapon in the entire universe can surpass the glory of the imaginary number collapse pulse.

"79th seat? You've already improved before me, who had 81 seats, senior."

Xing held the ball with both hands with confidence, her chin slightly raised, adopting a dignified, calm, and unfathomable posture as she spoke.

"Ah... I'm sorry, I've lost my memory and know nothing about myself."

The old man tilted his head back, his mouth agape in a daze, looking like a patient in the final stages of Alzheimer's disease.

He looked Xing up and down with a gaze that was filled with surprise, uncertainty, confusion, and bewilderment.

He has indeed lost his past memories, but even in this state, his basic cognition and common sense remain.

What is this gray-haired girl saying?

Is she the 81st member of the talent club?

"Well, from a particularly absurd point of view, you're not entirely lying... but every time I hear you say that, I still feel like something's off all over me!"

On March 7th, he scratched his head and cut out dead fish eyes, staring at the stars with an eerie light in them.

"Genius, my foot! You can't even figure out the discounts during the Hebei Shopping Festival, where you stack coupons and add items to your cart for extra savings. You're so dizzy just trying to count on your fingers! Is that all?"

"No."

Xing immediately jumped up and retorted, trying to maintain his dignity as a 'genius'.

"Can anyone figure that out? Do you believe that even if the Black Tower came, it would be completely baffled by the rules for half an hour before finally deciding to let Estella empty her entire shopping cart?"

"So it was amnesia."

Qiong ignored Xing and Sanyueqi's usual bickering, a glint of light flashing in her eyes.

Besides Bunita's memories, he had also talked to her about the imaginary number collapse pulse when he was doing experiments for Black Tower, out of interest in it.

The Black Tower's rare expression of genuine regret struck Qiongdu as something new.

After all, an arrogant little brat like her would rarely show such an expression.

Om-!

A sharp, piercing siren, like an air raid siren, shattered Qiong's thoughts.

Neat and heavy footsteps came from all over the corridor, rapidly approaching.

"Intruders, drop your weapons and put your hands up!"

"This area is not open to Dream Chasers! Unauthorized trespassing into important dreams will be treated as espionage by the family! The Hound Family can legally detain you permanently!"

In an instant, the building where Qiong was located was surrounded by an overwhelming number of mechanized troops.

The aircraft circled high in the sky, emitting deafening noise, and the fire coverage system further separated this area from other areas, marking it as a narrow and clearly defined top-level target.

All the firepower precisely avoided the old man.

"Oh."

Qiong sneered, gathered his energy in his dantian, and shouted loudly:

"Help me, my wife, Yingying~!"

Before she could finish speaking, Liu Ying suddenly swung out the transformation device she was gripping in her right hand, and the glowing elytra unfolded, bursting forth with dazzling fireflies.

"Leave the starry sky!"

Amidst the combined shouts of the fireflies and Sam, a firestorm rose, forming a tornado barrier to block all attacks aimed at the starry sky.

The blazing iron cavalry transformed into a crimson meteor, instantly destroying the family's flying vehicles as if they were made of paper wherever they passed.

A violent explosion accompanied by a deafening roar, and a fierce wind whipped up a shower of flames and debris, which rained down from the sky.

In just three minutes, the entire family's armed forces in the dream world were completely paralyzed.

Only a few commanders remained, deliberately left behind at Qiong's special instruction.

“Children, you shouldn’t have done this… The family will never let this go…”

The old man said with a worried expression.

"Don't worry, Master, we'll be fine."

With a red lotus in his left hand and a katana in his right, Qiong activated Feather Crossing and Earthly Soul, using a combination of hypnosis and brainwashing to easily obtain the information.

"No wonder the family was so bold; they had a secret collaboration with the company behind the scenes."

"That's great, we don't need to worry about the consequences of using force anymore."

Originally, he might have needed to ask Ruan Mei to mediate, but now, it's the family that's begging him not to expose this matter.

"Master?"

Chadwick was stunned by Qiong's inexplicable address.

"Master, please teach your disciple the Burning Technique!"

Qiong bowed respectfully to Chadwick with a solemn expression.

"?"

Chadwick looked bewildered.

The little girl next to her, also like someone with polio, tilted her head and stared with her eyes squinting, making them look different sizes.

"Oh right, we need to find a way to refine a physical body for our master and restore his memories first."

Qiong flicked the Feather Dust in her hand, preparing to give the old man a major memory restoration technique—cough, don't misunderstand, this is the painless version.

"Now is the time for us to make our move! Right, my friend?"

A slightly exaggerated, childish voice rang out.

"Watch Boy, when did you get here?"

Qiong looked at the clock head that appeared next to Xing with surprise.

"Hehe, Qiongzai, let me show you the Dou Zun inheritance I received—a Heaven-Rank Dou Technique—"

Xing began to randomly make hand seals and chant incantations, then stretched out her hand towards Chadwick, and a constantly rotating illusory clock face condensed in her fair and delicate palm.

"A clock trick!"

With a small push of her hand, the illusory clock face instantly disappeared into Chadwick's body.

"That is……"

Holding the Feathered Dust, Qiong could clearly feel that after the illusory dial entered Chadwick's body, it acted like a precise fuse, instantly activating his dormant consciousness and thoughts, and some kind of change was happening rapidly.

"A power that feels so familiar."

That was pioneering?

Qiong's eyes flashed. Could the so-called clock trick be a special use of pure pioneering power?

"Well? Do you remember now?"