That cold and heavy texture, Russell is not the first time he has come into contact with it.

He had seen these terrible things when he was working in the Lower Town of Sogo Island.

Just by looking at it, you can tell that this is a shotgun that can be held with one hand.

- Hell yes! How did he go through security?

Russell immediately realized that there must be something big wrong with the identity of this man.

What kind of person would sneak through the rigors of psionic security and bring a lethal weapon onto a closed airship?

Whether it is Sogo Island or Happiness Island, the "Weapons of Death Prohibition Order" is being implemented. Unless it's an elf...... People of other races, even the mere preservation and possession of hot weapons are enough to sentence more than twenty years in prison!

Russell's forehead immediately oozed sweat.

He immediately buttoned the box, and his voice became a little hurried: "I don't see anything, I don't have any valuables in my luggage, you can go through it as much as you want, and if you need my help, you can also tell ......"

"Don't be nervous...... Russell. ”

The dog's tail behind the young man shook slightly, and he pushed the box back over with a smile: "There is no Sogo Island on Sogo Island, and the Island of Happiness is not happy. I hope you will recognize this fact as soon as possible. ”

…… Slowly.

Russell realized something.

When and have I ever introduced myself?

"My suggestion is that you'd better take it."

The young man said slowly, "Because soon, it will come in handy." ”

Almost as soon as his words fell, Russell suddenly felt a wave of weakness and sleepiness. The sensation of paralysis was so strong that he couldn't even stand up, couldn't open his mouth and couldn't speak, only breathing rapidly.

Russell's eyes widened as he looked at the other party.

But he soon realizes that this can't be the work of this bastard who laughs scariously.

Because there is no need.

At this moment, an unfamiliar voice suddenly came from the radio in the room.

"Ladies and gentlemen of First Class, I hope that you will exercise restraint and do not panic and listen clearly to what we are going to say.

"We are the Tower of Babel and now we have taken control of the captain's room. To put it simply, you've been held hostage by us. ”

It was an unabashedly high-pitched voice full of malice, voiced by some kind of device.

Russell realized something.

Why...... Do they want to claim their identity?

And in the paralysis, the unfamiliar synthesized voice was still saying some long-winded words: "We have unleashed a non-lethal virus that temporarily robs you of your ability to move.

"Next, you're going to get a good night's sleep. Of course, it is possible to have a nightmare, but there will be no after-effects.

"You'll be reminded of memories you've forgotten and erased, but don't panic, it's a convenient setting for us to retrieve. In the process, you will not see our faces and you will not hear our voices, which is a good thing for us and for all of you. All guests who hear the broadcast will not know which of you we are stealing the memories of any of you, so you just need to remain silent and you will not be held accountable by the Board of Directors.

"Rest assured, we don't leave any fingerprints and traces. The memories that you have revisited are a gift for you.

"A ...... Souvenir. ”

As the other person's high-pitched and strange voice disappeared, Russell's mind raced.

He was vaguely aware of a sense of disobedience.

But the more he thought about it, the more sleepy he felt.

At that moment, the radio that had been extinguished came back on.

After the same voice change, but it can be heard that it is another person's voice again: "Of course, I personally suggest that none of you say that you have been kidnapped, so as not to be suspicious of your superiors." It's good for all of you. ”

- Is there another person?

Is it a gang?

"Wait......"

Russell muttered.

He realized the problem.

This can't be a simple memory theft.

He knew the name "Tower of Babel".

It was a well-known memory theft syndicate.

But there is no need for the other party to explain their identity and purpose at all - what is the use of knowing who they are?

The phrase "no one should mention that they have been hijacked" is completely superfluous. The other side does not have any position to say this, and it has no value.

Anyone with a little brain will realize...... Among these first-class passengers, if someone does not hide and tell the truth, then all the other first-class passengers who try to hide the truth are more likely to be suspicious and suspicious.

He realizes that he is involved in a conspiracy.

Russell struggled to open his eyes and look at the white-haired dog.

If he guessed correctly, this very dangerous guy is certainly not in the same league as the robbers.

But he was not paralyzed by the virus.

Was he prepared?

Or is it ...... That's what he's here for?

Is he an agent of the Happiness Group? Or an executive? Or is it ...... The real "Tower of Babel"?

"Shh......h

The young man gave a creepy smile and reached out to Russell with a silent gesture.

Immediately, he stood silently behind the door, inserted a chip behind his ear, and disappeared in a fluctuation.

Russell, on the other hand, felt more and more sleepy and weak.

His personal operating system does not prompt an error.

The waste chip in the back of the head seems to be unaware of anything...... There was no indication that he had been invaded, no poisoning warnings, and no indication of abnormal health. Just quietly watched him gradually lose his resistance.

But he couldn't even send text messages or call for help.

The next thing that lost his reaction was the latest type of prosthetic that he had fitted to his left arm two years ago, the "Aoi Yuri Internal Trial Type".

Russell lost his left arm from the time he could remember.

This prosthetic hand was a gift from Russell's mentor when he graduated from graduate school. It is also a souvenir of Russell's graduation thesis in the highest journal.

It's not a combat prosthetic, but it has sixteen interfaces, can be connected to all types of machines, and is compatible with state-of-the-art disc systems.

For a psionic hacker, it's like a magic weapon in the hands of a swordsman.

But for Russell, who was just going to be a cybersecurity engineer...... Its only use was to replace his old prosthetic leg, which had not been repaired for seven or eight years, had always been unresponsive, and had long since ceased to match the size of his right arm.

If you sell it and replace it with a normal prosthetic, you can make a lot of money. But this is, after all, the only gift that the mentor left him, one of the few colorful memories of Russell on Sogo.

…… I thought that the flagship product would definitely work, but I didn't expect it to be just as paralyzed.

But it's also ...... The personal firewall used by the first-class guests is certainly more advanced than the Russell civilian type. But even they have been infected with the virus.

Russell's thoughts gradually became chaotic.

His head hung down heavily, and his eyelids seemed to be stuck to honey, and he couldn't open them again.

His consciousness gradually sank into the sea of lightlessness, and he continued to fall downward.

It's like returning to the mother's body, no longer breathing through the mouth and nose, and consciousness gradually spreading.

The memories of the past that he had forgotten kept flooding up with his breathing.

That's not a nice feeling. After all, it wasn't a good memory.

It's like vomiting in the bathroom after being drunk by a tutor.

At the end of these memories, Russell vaguely heard his mother's weak voice:

"It's ...... Psionic Response! Russell Jr. should have been born to know......"

"A baby's body can't withstand this level of psionic power."

A serious male voice that Russell had never heard before, but inexplicably felt a familiar voice sounding from behind him: "When he is an adult and ready, I will unblock him - help me seal his memories first, Nanliujing." ”

"Okay, teacher."

A young man's incomparably respectful voice rang out.

Russell opened his eyes with all his might.

He was held in his arms, and his pale mother lay on the bed. And at the foot of the bed stood a young man with short white hair.

Vaguely, I saw the fluffy white canine ears on the boy's head.

I saw that the somewhat familiar young man pulled out a sword hilt from his arms.

A blue blade of light stabbed silently from it.

He raised his sword and slashed at himself.

When the blue light is waved, it is like the sea. In an instant, his vision was overwhelmed.

Memories from Russell's birth came to an end.

- However, Russell is still sinking.

It's like a transparent film has been burned.

A large number of chaotic memories that Russell had no impression of, accompanied by otherworldly knowledge, welled up from the bottom of his heart:

It was a world where no one had the characteristics of animal ears and tails; All of them are short-lived, without the elves and undead dragons who are high above and can survive for more than a thousand years.

In that world, people live on land instead of floating islands; The people of that world live in political entities called "states", rather than being ruled by corporations called "Big Seven......

He used to work as a PR manager for a lesser-known game company.

In that world...... His name is also a similarly pronounced "Russell".

His last memory seems to be working overtime in an empty company to write an advertising case. Then I slept sleepily in front of the computer......

As the chaotic and burning memories continued to flow into his brain, the pure white light at the bottom of Russell's pupils became more and more brilliant. And after all the memories were remembered, the deep sea that kept sinking him disappeared with it.

Subsequently, Russell had new hallucinations -

There seemed to be countless white candles burning high and low around him, and there were many picture frames of different sizes around him. The candle's glow was pale reminiscent of a skeleton and gave off a cold glow.

The other photo frames were all wrapped with clouds of black gas, only the black gas around the two photo frames in front of him gradually dissipated and became clear.

There was a blank space inside the frame.

There was nothing in it.

Russell instinctively reached out in the hallucination, wanting to touch one of the frames. But at that moment, his consciousness was sucked in entirely.

He saw a silent, black-and-white world with only outlines. His field of vision was able to penetrate all obstacles, turning into a spherical vision of three hundred and sixty degrees.

Walls, floors, tables, your own body, and the guy behind the door...... All of them are outlined by white lines in the black world.

But in this black and white world, there are some light spots of different colors.

The closest point of light was Russell's chest.

Something seemed to be reflecting a faint green glow. Then there was the back of Russell's own head, glowing as pale as a bone.

And not far from his side, at the back of the invisible man's head, there was also a blue fire. Its outer ring is also wrapped in a lilac halo that fades over time.

About thirty paces outside the door, a strong silhouette was approaching, the back of his head glowing with bright yellow fire.

And of the eight first-class cabins, five of them have light burning. But all of them were non-moving shimmers, and there was a room with two clumps burning - judging by the height, one of them was a dark purple shimmer lying on the table, and the other was a dark green firelight standing beside him. And in the captain's quarters, there were two more fires.

In the distance, there seem to be some scattered points of light...... But Russell had a hard time seeing their outlines in the dense white lines.

The location of this light is the location of the personal chip implanted in the back of the head when each person is born.

There are two kinds of light, one is quiet and stable, and the other is vibrant.

The man hidden in Russell's room, the light from his chip was the same as that of the robbers, dancing like a candle blown by the wind.

And if it's the most recent......

Russell's consciousness instinctively touched the pendant on his chest.

That's the mother's chip.

The crystal ornament of the outer shell is not damaged in any way. But it was as if the chip had melted, dissolved in Russell's chest, flowed in, and fused into one.

One of the two frames in front of Russell's eyes suddenly burst into a faint green glow.

It's like a video of a photograph lit with fire and curled up into ashes in reverse—in the ashes of nothingness, the mother's smiling face emerges in one of the frames.

Russell subconsciously looked over.

The moment he "looked" at the frame.

All the white candles around him turned dark green at the same time.

The next moment Russell's eyes were dazzled by the overflowing dark green light, he suddenly woke up from his hallucination.

A mask with no facial features appeared on his face. Immediately, a dark green flame poured out from under the mask, sweeping through the body in the blink of an eye.

But the flame wasn't hot, and it even made him feel warm. It reminds him of the warmth of his mother's embrace.

And after the flames dissipated, Russell's body was reconstituted into a gesture that he was familiar with and unfamiliar with—