Star Iron: Maple of Reincarnation

"I alone will bear the consequences of this incident."

"Don't leave me, please..."

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."

"Hurry up—"

Many noisy voices filled Mo Feng's mind. They were obviously fragmented memories. They seemed to lack logical connection, but they made people feel scared.

Mo Feng was filled with fear for no reason. He couldn't tell who the voices echoing in his mind belonged to. It was so noisy that he couldn't even tell if they were men or women. The mechanical tearing sounds made him a little overwhelmed.

The torn images flashed by one after another, accompanied by the noisy mechanical sounds.

He saw a man who was torn apart by the jailers and lay dying in the snow; he saw a man who was poisoned and hacked to death by a random knife; he saw a man who was hit by a missile and died to pieces.

These...are all me?

Mo Feng could no longer bear the grief, and instinctively broke free from the nightmare, opened his eyes again, and returned to the real world.

I have had these dreams for the past few days, but I can't remember what I dreamed about after waking up. All that's left is fear... Mo Feng rarely feels fear. On the battlefield, fear is the biggest killer.

But the fear after waking up from the dream is real.

He was afraid of something in his memory that he had forgotten. Or rather, whenever he tried to touch the thing that frightened him, there would always be a few whispers beside him.

"Don't come near. It's for your own good. Don't come near."

The mechanical words lacked any emotion, but they made Mo Feng hesitate. The fear of the unknown eventually overcame the so-called curiosity.

The surroundings were very quiet. After all, it was still late at night. These past few days, Mo Feng always woke up in the middle of the night, as if he was possessed. Fu Xuan's even breathing could be heard clearly, making Mo Feng feel a moment of reality.

It was a dream... Fortunately it was a dream. Mo Feng had completely forgotten what he had encountered in his dream, but the only thing he was sure of was that he never wanted the things in his dream to happen again.

After taking a few deep breaths, Mo Feng lay down again. He didn't want to disturb Fu Xuan, after all, she was tired enough from working during the day. Of course, he considered it from the perspective of a short-lived person. For Fu Xuan, daily sleep was optional, and it was fine to sleep once every few days.

Therefore, even Mo Feng didn't realize that Fu Xuan had actually woken up. Of course, she knew that Mo Feng had not slept well in the past few days. Bai Lu didn't see any problem and just prescribed some tranquilizers, but they didn't have much effect.

Nightmares still have to happen.

"Are you having a nightmare again?" Fu Xuan whispered in Mo Feng's ear.

As Mo Feng was still immersed in the aftermath of fear and had not yet responded, he was suddenly startled by Fu Xuan's whisper.

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to scare you." Fu Xuan said distressedly. She had naturally divined for Mo Feng, and everything was normal, but to be honest, Mo Feng's divination was not accurate and could not be trusted. He was the only person Fu Xuan had seen with her own eyes who could escape the fate.

"It's okay." Mo Feng comforted him. He knew Fu Xuan didn't mean it. "I'm fine. Go to sleep."

"Tell me, what did you dream about?" Fu Xuan asked. She had a guess that the dreams... were all related to the group of messengers from Liuguang Yiting. When it came to dreams, the destiny walkers who walked along the path of memory were the experts.

But what is their purpose? Is it the work of the incinerator? A hint of hostility flashed in Fu Xuan's eyes. She had seen the methods of that group of forces. They stole and burned the memories they thought were unimportant without authorization, and many people became fools because of it.

But... Mo Feng is a hunting traveler, not an ordinary person. Can the ordinary methods of the incinerator work?

"Some noisy words... I can't remember them anymore." Mo Feng would not hide anything from Fu Xuan. If there was only one person in the world that he could trust without reservation, it must be his fiancée who was currently by his side. He could trust her completely.

As for the rest of the people, even Jing Yuan, he did not trust them 100%. As for those partners with whom he had shared life and death, he could only open his hearts to them at most, but there was no way to say that he fully trusted them.

He knew that even the closest brothers could become enemies over trivial matters.

These are pieces of knowledge engraved in his memory, insights brought about by fragments of memory as his hunting journey goes further and further.

Perhaps, he had been betrayed in his previous life, or by someone he trusted. He could vaguely sense the deep hatred behind his feelings, but the more he thought about it, the more vague his memory became, and it was very painful.

Whenever Mo Feng was upset, he would pour out his grievances to Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan is also an excellent listener, and she always has many philosophical words to comfort herself.

Apart from this, he had only shared the matter of the reincarnation seed with Fu Xuan, and he was completely sure that he would be reincarnated.

Although Fu Xuan had guessed before, it was another matter to get confirmation. But so what, he was now Mo Feng, his future husband, at least in this life.

Even if he is reincarnated in the future, he will be a different him, a stranger who can't remember himself at all.

"Could it be the work of the Memory Messenger?" Fu Xuan said.

"Maybe, but it's okay for now." Mo Feng took a deep breath. Of course, he had suspected this, but he had a bolder guess - could it be that one of his past lives was a person walking in the memory path, and all this was his work, and what was his purpose?

Telling me not to get close, what exactly is he doing to protect me from? Or is he hiding something?

"Then let's talk about something else. It's almost morning anyway." Fu Xuan lit a candle. Although Xianzhou Technology has such things as lamps, Fu Xuan, for some reason, prefers these retro things. "Well... how should I put it. You should have known that I am from the Yuque Fu family, right?"

Does this almost early morning refer to three o'clock in the morning? Uh uh uh, Mo Feng didn't want to complain about this for the time being. After all, it was a foregone conclusion that Fu Xuan and he had a different view of time.

"It's not... too early." Mo Feng thought about it, "It was probably around the time when I became the garrison commander. Before that, I knew at most that you were from a noble family, and I even thought you were a native of Luofu."

"A wealthy family?" Fu Xuan smiled. "Then... knowing that my background is not simple, what if my family is very conservative? Even if I agree, my parents will not agree? Isn't that how all the sad novels are written?"

"So you can read novels too? I thought you were only interested in those dark and crawling stories?" Mo Feng said with a smile.

"Crawling in the dark?" Fu Xuan was stunned for a moment. He seemed to have never felt this way before. Isn't this just normal text? Forget it, the main point has been diverted. But what's wrong with reading novels? Is it illegal?

"After all, it's a childhood dream. One should always give it a try. How do you know if it works if you don't try?" Mo Feng said indifferently.

If it really is the situation that Fu Xuan said, then I will just accept my fate. But sometimes fate is such a strange thing, something that should have little probability can happen.

"Your dream is so cheap. You are going to be a general now. There has probably never been a short-lived person who became a general in the history of Xianzhou." Fu Xuan said.

"Compared to you, the position of general is really worthless. If possible, I hope to use this position in exchange for us finding a planet for our honeymoon. But now, it seems that there is no chance." Mo Feng responded.

"You are so rebellious. If Emperor Gong Siming heard it, I wonder if he would regret letting you become a Destiny Walker." Fu Xuan was in a good mood. Although what he said still sounded quite rustic, he was very happy.