Chapter 151: Dark Boundless Realm 06
Schalit’s memories spanning over twenty years unfolded in Kui Xin’s mind like a movie, but the playback speed was astonishingly fast. The trivial details of daily life were blurry, while certain significant memories were exceptionally clear, so clear that Kui Xin could sense her emotions at that time from those memories. Moreover, during the memory projection process, Kui Xin experienced it from a first-person perspective rather than a god’s eye view; she was viewing her own life through the identity of Schalit.
Bearing such an enormous load of memories in an extremely short period took a toll on Kui Xin.
She awakened from the memories, painfully pressing her forehead and kneeling on the ground, her head felt swollen, and the scenery before her eyes was chaotic. She shut her eyes, and her electronic eye stopped transmitting external images to her brain, which relieved some of her pressure.
Kui Xin took a breath, barely sat up straight, and leaned back against the sofa, organizing the memories swirling in her mind.
Memories needed to be digested and organized; just reading a few minutes of memories wouldn’t reveal any details. Important information often hid in a single sentence, making it absurd to expect to digest over twenty years of Schalit’s memories with only ten minutes of recalled memories.
Boris’s memories could be roughly skimmed; it was enough to get a general understanding. However, Schalit’s memories could not be treated as such; Kui Xin needed to spend time analyzing those key memories word by word, understanding the depth of every conversation between Schalit and the Resistance Army members.
First, there was the communication method within the Resistance Army.
Each time Schalit took on a task, it was always the “Angel” who contacted her proactively. She did not know the specific abilities of the Resistance Army member codenamed Angel, only that he was a psychic Awakened and held a fairly high position within the Resistance Army; however, he was not the leader of the Resistance.
Ghost was elusive and served as Schalit’s guide, but he also denied being the leader of the Resistance.
Had Schalit ever met the leader of the Resistance Army? Kui Xin carefully rummaged through those memories but ultimately found nothing.
No, that’s not entirely true; there were some clues.
Schalit had once shown curiosity about the identity of the Resistance Army leader. She had asked Ghost and the Angel about it, but their responses were consistent: “When the time comes, you will meet the leader. Your level is not enough for that yet.”
The leader of the Resistance, much like Eve, remained hidden in the shadows.
There was another detail in Schalit’s memories that greatly concerned Kui Xin.
The Angel had once involved Schalit in a mission to kill a traitor within the Resistance Army. Schalit had followed along and had successfully killed the defected traitor. Schalit was curious about how the Resistance tracked down the defecting members; she had asked about it, but only received vague answers.
Afterward, instances of betrayal within the Resistance Army were resolved promptly without causing any uproar.
It seemed the Resistance had special methods for tracking traitors—this was Schalit’s judgment.
What worried Kui Xin the most was whether the Resistance could trace back to her, who had already defected?
She touched her head, her expression turning heavy.
The Angel had once planted a mental coordinate in her mind, but this coordinate had not been erased. However, she had asked Augus about it during her last reincarnation. Based on the current data on psychic Awakened within the Federation, mental coordinates typically did not possess locating capabilities.
Better safe than sorry; the thoughts she had suppressed for the past two to three days stirred once again.
Mechanized Dawn and the Resistance Army loomed like two massive shadows over her.
As long as they weren’t dealt with, she wouldn’t find peace.
Kui Xin grabbed a bottle of ice water from the refrigerator in the underground rest room, opened it, and took several gulps. The cool water helped to slightly relieve her overheated head.
As the swollen feeling in her head subsided and the headache disappeared, Kui Xin raised her hand and glanced at her fingers, took a knife, and cut her index finger, blood spilling out, the wound healing rapidly.
The current environment was relatively safe; she might as well finish reading through her primary memories in one go.
Kui Xin put her finger in her mouth and activated the “Spirit of Blood.”
Memory fragments surged within the depths of her brain, those long-buried memories emerged like shells being pushed ashore by the waves. The process was not as intense as seizing someone else’s memories; rather, it felt like a slow stream, gradually making those fragmented pieces clearer… as if these were her own memories, simply forgotten for a time, and now she was recalling them. This process was smooth and natural.
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Before the age of five, Kui Xin lived a normal life. Her father was very busy, hardly ever home, with a nanny taking care of her. She didn’t have a mother; her mother had died during childbirth.
Kui Haidong’s parenting strategy resembled that of raising a cat or a dog; he hired a nanny to look after her and considered it done once the payments were made. Luckily, the nanny caring for Kui Xin was quite conscientious and took good care of her.
At this time, her family was very wealthy, quite wealthy, but not excessively so. After she turned five, Kui Haidong’s business grew larger, opening several branches in different cities. Rick Technology Company established its foothold and became an emerging enterprise. She could even see news reports about her father’s company on television, with journalists commenting that the owner of Rick Technology Company could become the new tech giant, a “new aristocrat” in business.
Regarding all this, Kui Xin felt no special sentiment. Despite their blood relation, their relationship was even less meaningful than that of strangers.
When Kui Xin turned eight, it seemed that Kui Haidong finally remembered he had a daughter.
He brought her to the company, conducted a full-body examination, and had a secretary and a subordinate dressed in black who kept their face hidden take Kui Xin on a tour of the entire company building.
Kui Xin listened coldly to the people around her chattering about everything at Rick Technology Company. Her father, Kui Haidong, was also prideful; however, the expressionless face of his daughter made him feel quite defeated.
It wasn’t until they introduced a new type of firearm developed by Rick Technology Company that Kui Xin’s eyes suddenly lit up.
“What is that?” Kui Xin asked.
“A gun.” The subordinate in black looked at Kui Xin with interest. “A pocket pistol with very little recoil. Would you like to try it?”
Kui Xin nodded vigorously, “Yes.”
The man in black removed the pocket pistol from the stand and tossed it into Kui Xin’s hands.
He clapped his hands and said, “What are you standing there for? Set up a target for the young lady.”
Thus, the research room’s space was cleared, and a few assistants brought in a target.
No one taught Kui Xin how to shoot, but she understood that this was a lethal weapon. With no prior instruction, she deftly released the safety, placed her index finger on the trigger, and aimed at the target in front of her.
With a bang, the bullet hit the target, and Kui Xin was thrown back by the recoil, falling onto her bottom.
The man in black laughed heartily, clutching his belly. Initially, Kui Xin was lost in the joy of hitting the target, but that obnoxious laughter irritated her; he was mocking her.
Kee Xin turned her face with a frown, aiming the gun at the man in black.
The laughter abruptly halted, as if a roosters’ neck had been seized.
“Hey, I know you’re joking.” The man in black raised his hands slightly, “Don’t be so angry. I’m Night Cicada, your father’s subordinate.”
Kui Haidong, who was watching from the side, chimed in: “Xiao Xin, put the gun down; that’s not a toy.”
Kui Xin looked at Kui Haidong: “I want to learn to shoot.”
Kui Haidong stared at her in surprise, pondering for a few seconds, “Okay.”
Thereafter, Kui Xin began her learning journey.
She did not attend school; Kui Haidong hired a private tutor for her, along with several coaches specifically assigned to teach her combat and shooting.
While children her age were learning to paint, play instruments, and program, she developed a fascination for brutal weapons and showed exceptional talent in this area.
Kui Haidong was quite lenient with her regarding this. He even encouraged her. Kui Xin requested to participate in the affairs of Rick Technology Company, and he allowed it. As she grew older, Kui Xin gradually started to become involved in the internal matters of Mechanized Dawn, which Kui Haidong also permitted.
As Kui Xin sought to undertake various tasks like a true member of the organization, Kui Haidong pondered for a few days but ultimately granted her permission.
She started with relatively low-level tasks, gradually accumulating combat experience. This continued for several years.
She hardly communicated with her father, feeling virtually no affection for him; if anything, she found him more bothersome. Kui Haidong had many mistresses, loved to show off, and pretended to care about her in a hypocritical manner, even though he really felt little love.
When she exhibited impatience, Kui Haidong would feel that his authority was being challenged and would become angry. Upon realizing this, provoking and angering Kui Haidong became one of the few pleasures in her life.
However, Kui Xin often felt perplexed.
Kui Haidong was shallow and opportunistic; how had such a person managed to develop Rick Technology Company and Mechanized Dawn to such scale, and gather so many capable subordinates?
Once this doubt arose, it could not be dispelled. Kui Xin consciously sought the truth, observing every action of Kui Haidong.
At that moment, Kui Xin received a task.
“Investigate the Resistance Army?” she asked with confusion. “I’ve heard of this organization, but what exactly do they do? Are they our enemies?”
“They are enemies,” Kui Haidong stated. “They want to overthrow the Federation controlled by the wealthy class and establish a new world of freedom and equality… Hmph, a hypocritical ideology that can only fool naïve idealists.”
“Do we have any conflicting interests with them?” Kui Xin inquired.
“Not at the moment… it’s the Resistance that’s causing us trouble.” Kui Haidong replied. “They attacked one of our branches in the southern city and took some data. Their assault was sudden, and we were completely unprepared. I suspect some individuals within Mechanized Dawn have leaked our confidential information; several suspects have already been identified. You’ll lead a small team to capture one of them.”
“Alright.” Kui Xin casually nodded.
However, this task encountered an unexpected setback; Kui Xin fell into an ambush, and the opponents were well-prepared.
The shielding and interference devices were activated; all her equipment failed, her teammates were dead, and she was left to fight alone.
Just when she thought she would die in this mission, her target smiled at her and said, “I know you’re Kui Xin, the daughter of Kui Haidong, the nominal leader of Mechanized Dawn.”
Kui Xin took a step back, full of suspicion: “You…”
“Let me introduce myself, I am Ghost, a member of the Resistance.” Ghost said, “You can kill the poor wretch I’m possessing, but I won’t die.”
“What do you want?” Kui Xin asked calmly.
“I’m here to offer you an opportunity, a chance to understand Mechanized Dawn, a chance to know your father, an opportunity… to learn the truth.” Ghost replied, “You can think about it.”
Kui Xin scrutinized him cautiously.
“Don’t you want to know how Mechanized Dawn grew strong? Don’t you want to know how your father, Kui Haidong, made his fortune?” Ghost said meaningfully. “Don’t you want to know who he truly obeys?”
Kui Xin’s pupils dilated, barely able to control her shock.
“You can think it over, or you can hesitate; I’ve appeared before you because I know you will agree.” Ghost said, “It’s destined; you will stand on our side.”
