Chapter 382

Chapter 382: I Have a Friend

Wencheng grew suspicious, Wencheng investigated, Wencheng was exposed, and Wencheng was brainwashed.

Wencheng’s memories came to an end.

His body was implanted with memories that did not belong to him, and the kind council members became his mentors, while he became the most admired junior among them.

No need to delve too deeply; the human brain automatically fills in necessary details, making the false seem real and the unreasonable appear reasonable.

After completing over a decade of training, Wencheng became the leader of the military, but he had to report all his actions to the entire council.

Until now.

—

In the consciousness space, Lin Qingliu finished reviewing Wencheng’s life.

The original memories of Wencheng were pieced together like a jigsaw puzzle, while the easily faded parts were counterfeit memories given by the machine.

But under Lin Qingliu’s equal and masterful healing, everything now returned to order.

Regarding Wencheng’s experiences, Dr. Lin found it hard to judge…

It was like a movie, with early oppression, middle suspense, yet without a satisfying conclusion, as if it was destined to end in tragedy.

However, faced with such complex memories, Lin Qingliu found it difficult to condemn this man.

Experiences from his youth bestowed Wencheng with absolute loyalty, which even influenced his worldview, leading him to believe that anyone aboard the spaceship was as loyal as he was.

Having understood everything, he quickly accepted the brainwashing; his original consciousness vanished into thin air, and a personality shaped by false memories took over his body.

He could have lived on with a new identity, but memories from decades ago had to resurface… leading to a fierce battle between two supremes in Wencheng’s mind, erasing his personality altogether.

Faced with a subject whose experiences could fill a thick autobiography, Lin Qingliu fell into momentary silence.

After deep thought, he felt that this poor soul should no longer be deceived, in any form.

Any coercion was disrespectful to the other; let him decide everything himself.

Confirming this approach, Lin Qingliu skillfully completed the repair and exited Wencheng’s consciousness space.

On the single bed, Wencheng slowly opened his eyes.

He instinctively wanted to say something, only to realize that his mind was blank, devoid of any thoughts.

When he noticed this, he was astonished to find his brain clearer than ever before.

Everything from his past, from being born on his home planet to the brutal elimination training, and the day-to-day patrols on the spaceship, were all sorted into individual files stored in his brain.

As for the false memories implanted by the machine, he could recall them from a third-person perspective, much like looking at a painting created by artificial intelligence. When Wencheng adjusted his viewpoint, he could easily identify countless discordant details in those images.

Yet, when these images appeared as memories in his mind, everything seemed so reasonable again.

Regardless of what was real or false, all memories had returned to their original state. Wencheng felt a wave of relief and then turned to the smiling young doctor sitting by his bed with an expression of surprise.

“Your ability is impressive; I admire it.”

A smile spread across his face, revealing a rare look of gratitude.

“You’re too kind.”

“It seems I’ve recalled everything. It feels unprecedentedly light. So, how much of my memory did you see?”

Lin Qingliu extended his index finger:

"Just a bit."

"You saw a bit?"

"Not a bit left."

"…"

Wencheng suddenly felt less grateful.

"What a tumultuous life."

Lin Qingliu sincerely exclaimed:

"Compared to most people’s mundane and insignificant lives, your past can be considered remarkable."

"Remarkable, but meaningless."

Wencheng turned his head away, avoiding Lin Qingliu’s emotional gaze.

"I would rather be a human who matures quickly, spending my brief life on an assembly line. At least that would be meaningful for humanity."

"Your choice may be wrong, but it could also have inadvertently saved humanity."

Lin Qingliu leaned back in his chair and began to provide some context:

"If it weren’t for your actions, the pollution from alien creatures might have further erupted.

"If the two factions had remained at a standstill back then, humanity might have missed great opportunities.

"If it weren’t for your decades of work, the beast tide might have already surged into Hope City."

"Meaningless fantasies."

Wencheng gave a candid assessment.

"In this city, psychologists have no significance."

Lin Qingliu looked out the window and continued his insights:

"Everyone, from birth to death, lives in the shadow of extraordinary beasts; anyone who remains undepressed in such circumstances can be considered a superhuman…

"Psychologists can’t solve the problems or those who create them; to put it plainly, they’re just a placebo.

"From this perspective, the healing rate for psychologists is not even as high as that of the Clean-up Team.

"However, Mr. Wencheng, I really want to know what you would like to do most once you regain all your memories."

Wencheng turned his head, flames seeming to burn in his eyes.

Just a moment of eye contact, and Lin Qingliu understood the most intense desire deep within him—

To take down those bastards!

"I understand your thoughts.

"Unfortunately, I cannot help you fulfill this wish."

Lin Qingliu remarked with a hint of regret.

"You’re just a doctor with some superpowers; I never intended to ask you for anything."

Wencheng lay on the bed, his magnetic tone filled with a touch of regret,

"Walking out that door and forgetting everything you saw today is the best protection for yourself."

"I’m not finished."

Lin Qingliu smiled and interrupted Wencheng’s advice:

"Although I can’t assist you, I have a, um, friend who might help with your plan."

Wencheng’s head quickly turned to look at the psychologist, who was now standing and smiling as he walked toward the door:

"Don’t mention it; I’ll introduce you."

Wencheng began to feel confused again; previously, he was confused because of his memories, but this time it was due to his inability to fully grasp the current situation—

This guy, he saw his memories, right?

Then he should know exactly who Wencheng wanted to kill, right?

Even if this wild superpowered individual had backing, how high could it go?

He had support, but those council members had no one above them…

Lin Qingliu exited Wencheng’s room, conveniently closing the door behind him.

Five seconds later.

"Knock, knock."

Wencheng thought his guard had something to report and propped himself up, shaking off his previous despair.

"Come in."

The door opened.

A golden giant entered.