“Alright, let’s not talk about that for now.”
After making these “ambitious declarations,” Cyrene felt her cheeks grow slightly hot.
To hide the unnatural blush, she quickly turned around and sat back down in the soft sofa.
Her gaze refocused on the semi-transparent panel floating before her eyes.
[Memory Imprints: 208]
Her fingertip gently swept over the number.
Cyrene let out a soft breath, her previously flustered heartbeat gradually calming down.
She nodded in satisfaction, a flicker of anticipation flashing through her azure eyes.
With a slight movement of her mind, the interface rippled like water, switching to the option she had long been watching.
[Ability Recollection: 200 Memory Imprints/time]
“It’s just the right amount to unlock a new ability,”
Cyrene murmured softly, the corners of her mouth curving upward into a bright smile she couldn’t suppress.
Although her current Memory Imprints were no longer far from the 500-point milestone, and she could try to summon a new character if she just saved up a little more.
But her gaze uncontrollably drifted toward Phainon, who was quietly reviewing the information nearby.
She couldn’t just hide behind him every time she faced danger.
Though this feeling of being protected was reassuring, it was still too “weak” for someone who was determined to establish a firm footing in this world.
In this world full of variables, she had no idea when she would manage to save the remaining three hundred Memory Imprints.
It would be more practical to convert her current resources into immediate combat power.
“I hope I get an ability that can help me protect myself.”
Cyrene took a deep breath, adjusted her posture, and her expression became solemn.
She softly gave the command to the System in the void:
“System, I want to spend 200 Memory Imprints to conduct an Ability Recollection.”
[Command confirmed.]
As the mechanical voice fell, the number instantly jumped from 208 to 8.
The next second, a cool current of air poured into her mind.
Cyrene felt as if her vision had been wiped like a piece of glass, becoming clearer than ever before.
Even her thinking speed seemed to have become a bit swifter.
[Ability unlocked: Memory Sticky Note.]
[Description: A portion of an object’s memory can be randomly copied and condensed into a sticky note made of Memoria.]
[Trait: The sticky note will be automatically stored in the host’s mind.
The host can consume mental power to paste the sticky note onto another object, and that object will then acquire the copied memory.]
[Restriction: The more incompatible the memory is with the object, the more mental power will be consumed when pasting the sticky note on it.
The duration will also be shorter, and situations such as memory loss may even occur.]
“Extract…
object memories?”
She extended a finger and poked at the line of descriptive text, somewhat confused.
“Objects don’t even have nerves or brains, so where would they get memories from?”
“And it’s random copying…
This doesn’t sound very reliable at all.”
Although she was complaining about the ability’s abstract description, the curiosity in Cyrene’s eyes hadn’t diminished in the slightest.
Since she had already unlocked it, she had to try it out.
“Still…
Since it specifically emphasized using it on objects, does that mean it can’t be used on living beings?”
Thinking of this, Cyrene instinctively focused her mind on herself, trying to copy a “Memory Sticky Note” from herself.
However, the golden specks of light in her mind gave no response, as if the command had sunk like a stone into the sea.
“It seems it really can only be used on objects.”
Cyrene curled her lips in slight disappointment.
In that case, she would find something to practice on.
Her gaze swept across the living room, finally settling on the glinting fruit knife on the coffee table nearby.
“Let’s try this one then.”
Cyrene leaned forward and reached out to grasp the cold knife handle.
The unique texture of metal passed through her palm.
She calmed her mind and focused her energy, silently reciting “Memory Sticky Note.”
This time, there was a response in her mind.
The originally scattered mental power began to gather.
Golden specks of light danced like fireflies, quickly weaving and compressing within her conscious space.
In just two seconds, a small sticky note emitting a faint golden light floated in the depths of Cyrene’s mind.
She couldn’t wait to probe it with her consciousness.
[The sharp memory of a fruit knife.]
“The…
sharp memory of a fruit knife?”
Cyrene chewed over these words repeatedly, her brow furrowing slightly, her expression turning a bit peculiar.
“Sharpness…
Does the System consider this kind of physical attribute a type of memory too?”
This completely exceeded her conventional understanding of the word “memory.”
Though her heart was full of doubts, the experiment had to continue.
Cyrene shifted her gaze to the box of floral-patterned tissues by her hand.
“Forget it, let’s test the effect first.”
Drawn by her will, the golden sliver of light that only she could see slowly drifted down and adhered to the surface of a tissue she had pulled out.
At the very moment of contact.
The golden sticky note transformed into countless tiny specks of light, like water droplets merging into a sponge, instantly seeping into the soft tissue.
Cyrene keenly felt that the tissue her fingertips were touching seemed to have undergone some kind of qualitative change.
Although there was no change in appearance, it was still a clean, white, soft piece of paper.
But in her perception, it was as if this were a sharp blade disguised as a piece of paper.
Cyrene cautiously grasped the edge of the enhanced tissue and lightly dragged it across another ordinary tissue on the coffee table.
She didn’t apply any force, just a gentle swipe.
“Shwick.”
An extremely faint yet crisp sound of silk tearing rang out.
It was the unique sound of a sharp blade slicing through thin paper.
Cyrene looked closely and saw that the ordinary tissue below had been sliced neatly in half, the cut as smooth as a mirror, without the slightest fray.
“Wow…”
Cyrene’s eyes instantly widened, and she couldn’t help but let out a soft exclamation.
“It really worked!
It directly gave a tissue the cutting effect of a knife, but does this truly fall within the realm of memory?!”
This phenomenon, which defied physical common sense, made her feel both absurd and excited.
But very quickly, Cyrene realized a critical issue.
She lowered her head, looking at the “weapon” in her hand.
Since it had the sharpness of a knife, did it also have the hardness of a knife?
With this thought, Cyrene pinched both ends of the special tissue and pulled slightly outward.
“Rip!”
Without any resistance, the crisp sound of tearing rang out once again.
The tissue that had been so sharp just moments ago was now torn in half as easily as any ordinary piece of paper.
Cyrene looked at the two halves of the scrap in her hand, lost in thought.
She picked up one of the halves and again swiped it across another innocent, whole tissue.
“Shwick.”
Once again, it sliced through without any resistance.
Even though it was broken, it still maintained that absurd “sharpness.”
“I think I understand now.”
Cyrene watched the paper scraps flutter from her fingertips, the confusion in her eyes gradually fading, replaced by a joy akin to discovering a new world.
She softly summarized:
“Isn’t this just forcibly adding a certain ‘conceptual property’ of another object to an item?”
“Regardless of whether the item’s original material supports it, as long as the note is attached, it must ‘remember’ that it is sharp!”