“Alright, Deliverer, enough with the brooding pose.”
Seeing Phainon’s expression, Cyrene paused for a moment before letting out a soft chuckle.
Then she turned around and began to survey her surroundings.
Apart from the Void beneath their feet, only the cold starlight streamed around them.
“It seems this place truly allows communication regardless of distance, but…”
She reached out, her fingertips tracing through the empty air, encountering only lifeless stillness.
“…it feels a bit too empty, you know?
There’s a sense of isolation here…”
As soon as she finished speaking, that familiar mechanical voice echoed in Cyrene’s mind.
[You can decorate this space by consuming Memory Imprints.]
[Activate Construction Mode?]
“Decorate?”
Cyrene raised an eyebrow, her azure eyes widening slightly.
This System even has a home-building feature?
Without hesitation, she tapped her fingertip lightly against the Void.
“Then…
let’s try this first.”
Whoosh!
There were no earth-shattering special effects; the surrounding scenery instantly transformed.
The frigid void abruptly receded, replaced by a soft and familiar warm-toned ambiance.
Pink bedsheets, a vanity table by the window, and the faint lavender fragrance lingering in the air.
Cyrene subconsciously took half a step back, her back touching the soft wallpaper.
The tactile sensation from her fingertips was remarkably realistic and detailed, feeling nothing like a data simulation.
“This is too realistic…”
She was momentarily disoriented, almost believing she had just left the Physical Data Space and returned to her own bedroom.
But the next moment, she turned to look out the window.
There were no familiar streets or streetlights there, only a dazzling and silent sea of stars, gazing serenely through the glass into the cozy bedroom.
This juxtaposition of extreme warmth and extreme vastness created a surreal and captivating sense of dislocation.
“It’s almost as if they’ve transported my room directly to the center of the universe.”
Cyrene hurried to the desk, her fingers brushing across the keyboard’s surface, her fingertips registering the cool plastic texture.
A perfect match.
Even the minor detail of the slightly loose ESC key was flawlessly replicated.
“Right, how many Memory Imprints does this level of manifestation cost?”
Cyrene suddenly remembered the crucial question and hurriedly raised her hand to summon her personal interface.
Her gaze scanned the bottom of the screen.
Memory Imprints: 49
Cyrene blinked, thinking she might be mistaken.
She distinctly remembered the number being around 30 before entering the space.
How could spending Memory Imprints on renovations actually increase her balance?
Puzzled, she opened the detailed transaction history.
[Memory Imprinting Ability has been disseminated to a small group, leaving a preliminary impression on specific individuals.]
[Memory Imprints +20]
[Constructing a small private space (bedroom), Memory Imprints consumed: 1]
“Oh, I see now…”
Cyrene’s face lit up with sudden understanding, and a sly smile curled at the corner of her lips.
It seemed her “performance” at the police station, though a bit risky, had yielded quite substantial rewards.
Moreover…
Her gaze lingered on that small line of text.
Such a meticulously detailed room only cost 1 Memory Imprint?
“Does that mean…?”
The light in Cyrene’s eyes instantly blazed with fervor, like a designer granted an unlimited budget.
At this price, why settle for a bicycle?
Let’s go all out with a grand production!
“Phainon, step back a bit, okay?
I’m about to start some major construction!”
She waved at Phainon, then closed her eyes, her grand vision rapidly taking shape in her mind.
The next moment,
The cozy bedroom shattered like a soap bubble, dissolving into the air.
A soft, pink light exploded into existence, instantly illuminating the dark starfield.
Then, massive clouds of pink mist billowed forth, completely obscuring their vision.
Crak, crak.
Deep within the mist, the muffled grinding of stone echoed, as if some colossal being were awakening.
“Rise!”
Cyrene called out softly, thrusting her arms upward.
As if obeying a divine decree, the pink mist swiftly dispersed in all directions.
Beneath their feet, pristine white stone materialized from the void, tile after tile fitting seamlessly together to instantly form a vast, sprawling plaza.
Rumble——
Several colossal stone pillars erupted from the ground, soaring toward the heavens.
These pristine white pillars were carved with intricate patterns across their surfaces.
They pierced the clouds, yet lacked any crowning domes, leaving them exposed to support the vast expanse of the starry sky.
An atmosphere both ancient and sacred, tinged with a touch of girlish aesthetic, spontaneously arose.
At the very center of the plaza, light and shadow intertwined.
A massive rectangular stone table slowly materialized, its surface polished to a mirror sheen, reflecting the celestial river overhead.
“It worked!”
Cyrene clapped her hands excitedly, gazing at her masterpiece.
The sheer exhilaration of conjuring a towering edifice from nothing with a mere wave of her hand was far more satisfying than playing any construction game.
She glanced at her interface again.
Memory Imprints: 48.
“This is such a bargain!” Cyrene couldn’t help but exclaim.
“Cyrene, where are we?”
Phainon stood beside a massive stone pillar, his palm gently tracing the cold, textured surface.
He surveyed the magnificent scene around him, his voice carrying just the right note of awe.
“Hmph, welcome to our secret base—and our supreme war room!”
With that, Cyrene strode briskly to the head of the long table, claiming the central seat.
She turned, pressed her hands against the chair’s back, and tilted her chin slightly, striking a regal pose.
“From now on, this is our home turf!”
With a flourish, Cyrene leaned back, sinking into the wide, high-backed chair, and even patted the armrests, striking a pose that screamed “Queen’s Coronation.”
Then, she beckoned to Phainon and pointed to the chair on her left.
“Come, Lord Phainon, take your seat.
Let’s hold a…
ahem…
strategic meeting.”
Phainon stared at her flamboyant display, momentarily taken aback.
Then, he shook his head in amusement, the smile at the corner of his lips deepening.
He didn’t expose her adorable charade of “dignity,” but instead cooperatively strode across the polished stone floor, pulled out the chair beside Cyrene, and solemnly sat down, as if attending a truly serious meeting.
“Hmm, excellent!
The gravitas is coming through!”
Seeing Phainon take his seat, Cyrene nodded in satisfaction.
She cleared her throat and deliberately suppressed the playful grin on her face.
Mimicking the demeanor of old relics, she leaned forward slightly, interlaced her fingers, and propped them under her chin with exaggerated seriousness, though the mischievous gleam in her bright eyes remained barely concealed.
The originally lighthearted atmosphere was now tinged with a comical air of solemnity thanks to her contrived performance.
Beneath the vast starry sky, within this magnificent roofless hall, even the air seemed to hush in cooperation with her act.
“Alright, enough small talk.
Let’s get down to business now.”
Cyrene lowered her voice, striving to make it sound deep and resonant, much like an NPC issuing a quest.
“First, let me tell you about the monster I encountered today at the Hongda Chemical Plant.”
As her words faded, countless golden particles began to converge in the air before Cyrene.
Within moments, they coalesced into a thin page, shimmering with a faint glow.
Tap.
With a crisp sound, an invisible force gently slapped the page onto the stone table.