Chapter 55 An Additional Chapter for Alliance Leader Nine Gourds for the First Millennium Stake!

Once bitten by a snake, one fears ropes for ten years.

As the girl named Mai Mai opened her eyes, Lin Xian quickly leaned over to check her pupil color.

*Um.*

*Good.*

They were black, with no blue light emanating from them. Threat level reduced by 99.754%. Instantly, Lin Xian felt much more at ease.

Based on his previous observations in the sixth dream, a normal human awakening from a hibernation pod was a very slow process.

It took about an hour for the body to regain sensation and be able to walk; and language recovery would take even longer.

Therefore,

Lin Xian would have to wait here for at least two hours. Since he was bored anyway,

he picked up Miss Mai Mai's debut work, *Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor*, feeling that even if he was bored, it could at least pass the time.

So he found a place to sit down.

Opening the manuscript, he skipped straight past the prologue. "Shouldn't it be 'preface'?"

Lin Xian had wanted to complain earlier, but there were just too many things to complain about, and he couldn't get them all out:

"Can you even do this, Mai Mai? How is it that everything about this screams flop?" In short,

the prologue was unreadable, so Lin Xian decided to skip it and go straight to enjoying the main text!

However,

turning the page, it still wasn't the main text! Four more large characters came into view:

Realm Settings

The realms in this book are divided into 12 layers, each layer has 12 minor realms, and each minor realm has four levels: Upper, Middle, Lower, and Perfect. These 576 realms are sequentially-- *snap.*

Lin Xian decisively closed the manuscript. "Hopeless."

At this moment, he had absolutely no expectations for this monumental work.

Mai Mai's work, whether from the setting, the writing style, or the layout of having a prologue followed by realm settings... perfectly possessed all the elements that a flop should have.

It was practically a textbook on how to flop, a textbook-level flop. Relatively speaking,

the specific date of April 17, 2025, in the prologue was what Lin Xian was particularly concerned about.

So,

he mustered up the courage to open the manuscript again, and reread the melodramatic and archaic words:

"On April 17, 2025, the mist of the Demon God quietly descended upon the earth, already condemning this world to destruction... This story is adapted from true events."

Lin Xian began to think. "No wind, no waves."

Mai Mai clearly wrote such a fantastical and outlandish plot, yet she specifically noted that it was adapted from true events.

That meant that this so-called "Demon God Mist Descent Event" should have traces and a prototype reference.

Otherwise,

why go to the unnecessary trouble?

If this date wasn't so close to Lin Xian's own life, he might have just skimmed over it and not taken it to heart.

But April 17th was just a month away, and mid-April was also the estimated due date for Zhao Yingjun, the day Xiao Yuxi would be born. As a husband and father, how could he not care? Lin Xian nodded:

"Judging from the writer's bio that Mai Mai wrote for herself, she is a little girl with dreams and ambitions, so she should be very responsible and serious about a work she values so much, and shouldn't just write nonsense."

"Thinking from this perspective, on April 17, 2025, something very major must have happened."

"Otherwise, how could Mai Mai, a girl born in 2222, have such vivid memories of something that happened 200 years ago? Even down to a specific month and day?"

The more he thought,

the clearer Lin Xian's mind became:

"Besides, everyone who writes wants a gimmick. Since Mai Mai specifically chose this time, and pointed out that it was adapted from true events... then clearly, this real historical event should be very famous and well-known." "In short... it can't be Xiao Yuxi's birthday, right? Is the Demon God referring to Xiao Yuxi?" Lin Xian shook his head and smiled.

Even Yuxi, who was previously a space-time assassin and terminator, was far from worthy of being called a Demon God, let alone the current Xiao Yuxi, who was listening to *Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf* during prenatal education.

"Impossible." Lin Xian said to himself:

"This time Yuxi will definitely be a quiet and well-behaved little girl." Then,

what exactly was the Demon God Mist Incident of April 17, 2025? Without any clues or other leads,

Lin Xian raised his head and looked at Mai Mai, who was gradually waking up in the hibernation pod.

At this time, her body had already begun to sway left and right, turn her head, and kick her legs, obviously having regained her mobility, and was cooperating with the system prompts to perform various tests.

Finally,

with a whirring sound, the lid of the hibernation pod slowly rose.

This was the correct procedure for opening a hibernation pod because the hibernation fluid inside had already been emptied in advance, so naturally there would be no evaporating mist, and everything was calm.

The girl Mai Mai sat up from the hibernation pod. She tilted her head.

Looking at Lin Xian with a curious expression, Lin Xian also sized her up.

This Mai Mai was not short, estimated to be over 165 cm, with a slender figure, delicate features, and she really looked a bit like a "literary girl," "from a scholarly family," and "talented."

However,

after reading the masterpiece *Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor*, Lin Xian couldn't take off the colored lenses he was viewing her through.

The girl Mai Mai stared at Lin Xian, and slowly opened her mouth and said, "You are..." then looked at her own hand: "I am... Where is this?"

Finally meeting a living person, she had to get along well. Lin Xian politely extended his hand, and greeted her: "Hello, Mai Mai, my name is Lin Xian." "Lin Xian?" Mai Mai blinked her eyes: "I am Mai Mai?"

Although she was very puzzled, she saw that Lin Xian was not hostile and had no defenses, so she stretched out her hand, grasped Lin Xian's hand, and then used the leverage to step out of the hibernation pod and stand on the ground.

"My name is... Mai Mai?" Mai Mai looked at Lin Xian. "That's right."

Lin Xian nodded:

"Judging by your age, you should be seventeen or eighteen years old, and considering that you were born in 2222, then you most likely hibernated from around 2240 until now."

He pointed to the storage cabinet next to him:

"According to the normal procedure, you should first watch the memory storage disk inside, from which you can obtain the memories recorded back then... but now that's definitely impossible, all the surrounding equipment is destroyed, and this disk can't be played." "So you might as well take a look at this first." Saying this, Lin Xian handed her the manuscript:

"You can sit there and read what's written inside, and see if you can remember anything; no matter what you remember, let's have a good chat later." Since

this book was written by Mai Mai herself, she might really be able to recall some memories through the words and phrases in it. Even,

thinking in an extreme direction,

what if this seemingly nonsensical book was actually a memory code or memory cipher that Mai Mai left specifically for herself?

Mai Mai obediently took the manuscript, sat down against the hibernation pod, and began to read by the light inside.

She kept flipping through the pages.

Sometimes she exclaimed in surprise, sometimes she frowned in thought. This surprised Lin Xian. Judging by her reaction,

could it be that she really remembered something?

Mai Mai was in such a good reading state that Lin Xian didn't want to disturb her, so he just waited silently, waited, waited...

As a result,

this Mai Mai seemed like she couldn't stop. After waiting for her for two full hours, Lin Xian was so bored that he was yawning, but Mai Mai was still engrossed in reading.

Lin Xian looked at his watch.

The time displayed 00:10.

He had already found this crack at dusk, and then there was the rock climbing, entering the cave, waiting for Mai Mai to wake up from the hibernation pod, and giving her so much reading time, so it had been delayed until now. He couldn't wait any longer. If he waited any longer, he would exit the dream.

Lin Xian coughed lightly, interrupting Mai Mai's reading, and asked, "How is it?"

Mai Mai raised her head. Looking at Lin Xian with firm eyes: "A masterpiece!"

"Huh?"

Lin Xian didn't react for a moment.

Mai Mai pointed to the *Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor* manuscript on her lap, and gave a thumbs up: "This book is really a masterpiece! It's so good!"

Lin Xian was extremely speechless.

Why was this girl still praising herself like an old woman selling melons? "I'm asking you, have you remembered anything?" Lin Xian explained patiently:

"For example, the first sentence you wrote, something about April 17, 2025, the mist of the Demon God descending upon the earth, what does that sentence mean?"

"Oh, you're asking about that." Mai Mai replied nonchalantly. *Hmm?*

This reaction really ignited a glimmer of hope in Lin Xian: "Do you know what it means?" "Of course I know!"

Mai Mai answered as a matter of course, directly lowered her head, *whirr whirr whirr*, and flipped the manuscript to chapter 16:

"Isn't it written clearly in the book? The Demon God refers to the ultimate villain in the eleventh layer, Annihilation Realm, embedded in the seventh layer, God Extinction Realm, who casts down the despair mist that cuts off the future on April 17, 2025, enveloping the entire world."

She raised her head, meeting Lin Xian's strange gaze: "What's wrong?"

Lin Xian fell into a speechless state again. Was it because he was old?

There was actually a communication gap between him and the younger generation. "That's how it's written in the book."

Mai Mai noticed the disbelief in Lin Xian's eyes, and handed the manuscript over: "Don't believe me, see for yourself." Lin Xian sighed:

"So after all this, you were really just engrossed in reading." "Because it's so exciting!" Mai Mai said excitedly. "Yeah, yeah, yeah."

Lin Xian didn't have much time, and didn't bother to argue with her, so he directly flipped the manuscript to the prologue page, pointing to the last sentence: "Look, it says on this that the story's background is adapted from true events, what I want to ask you is... what exactly is the real event that serves as the prototype for this adaptation?"

"Ah, this."

Mai Mai scratched her head, her eyes clear: "Then I don't know." She smiled shyly: "You also said that I can't recover my memories, so of course I don't know what this so-called real event is." "Alright."

Lin Xian felt like it was a failed day, a waste of effort. "Can you give me that book?" Mai Mai blinked her eyes: "I still want to read it!"

"Hehe, you're really not picky."

Lin Xian smiled helplessly, handing back the self-praising manuscript:

"You're also quite strange. Waking up from a long sleep, you don't care about how the world is, you don't care about how life is, yet you're so calmly engrossed in reading." "I don't know why either." Mai Mai quickly flipped through it, and smiled:

"But I just feel like it's very good-looking, and I like it very much!" "Not only that, after seeing how brilliantly this book is written, I also really want to write one! I want to write one that belongs to me! I especially, especially want to!"

Lin Xian leaned against a damaged hibernation pod, watching this girl with a very strange thought process:

"Could it be... writing, is your obsession?" "Obsession?"

Mai Mai touched her cheek with her index finger, thoughtfully for a moment:

"Probably, that's what it means. Whenever I think about how I'm creating a world and telling a story, I get very, very excited." Lin Xian chuckled.

Walking forward, he flipped the *Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor* to the cover, pointing to the author's pen name on it:

"Then congratulations, your dream has already come true; you were looking at it too quickly just now, and directly flipped to the back, and didn't even look at the name on the cover or the author's bio in the back... The book you regard as a masterpiece was written by yourself." Mai Mai widened her eyes.

Looking incredulously at the pen name on the cover, and then at the nameplate that was half-inserted into the pod shell on her awakened hibernation pod. She suddenly realized:

"Heavens, could it be that I..." She turned her head, and took a deep breath:

"Could it be that I really am a genius! A genius writer!" Lin Xian nodded, giving her a thumbs up:

"You have platinum potential! You are the most skilled writer in this world, and you can't find anyone stronger than you within a 1000 kilometer radius."

"Hahahaha..."

Mai Mai was amused by Lin Xian's flattery: "You're exaggerating too much." "No, no, no."

Lin Xian waved his hand:

"It's not an exaggeration at all. Because within this 1000 kilometer radius... there might only be the two of us alive." "Ah?"

Mai Mai's expression changed, looking dumbfounded:

"What about the others? Are they all dead? Then... then how can that be? There's no one to read what I wrote!"

*Sigh.*

Lin Xian was really dumbfounded.

What was with this young lady, still caring about your signing and proving the Dao?! "That's just how it is." Lin Xian pointed to the manuscript:

"Moreover, I suspect that the root cause of the worldwide human extinction should be related to that real event that occurred on April 17, 2025."

"So if you want your work to become popular all over the world, there's still a chance to make up for it. You should think carefully and find some clues about April 17, 2025, and about the prototype of the 'Demon God Mist Seed'."

"Otherwise, no one's going to follow your updates or give you monthly votes, and you might not even be able to get a contract, let alone prove your Dao and become a God."

Mai Mai was a very simple girl. She didn't have many schemes. She believed whatever you told her.

Lin Xian still liked this very much, it had a kind of big-faced cat's wisdom and friendliness.

After listening to Lin Xian's words,

Mai Mai felt a sense of urgency, and became serious, closing her eyes and desperately trying to think. But

no matter how she searched in her mind, she found that all her past memories were blank.

"Ah! No, no..."

Mai Mai shook her head full of scrambled brains, looking at Lin Xian:

"I really can't remember, otherwise let's think of other ways?" She opened her storage cabinet, and took out that memory storage disk:

"Are you sure there's no equipment here that can play this disk? If this disk contains the videos I recorded before hibernation, there should be a lot of my creative inspiration inside."

Unfortunately,

Lin Xian shook his head:

"Whether it's this half of the hibernation underground base, or the other half across the way, I've searched everywhere, and all the machines are broken very thoroughly." Instantly,

Mai Mai's mood became depressed, and she slumped weakly on the hibernation pod: "Oh, what can I do?" She was very distressed:

"If there are no readers to appreciate it, what's the difference between my masterpiece and a flop?"

Lin Xian hesitated several times. "Forget it."

He shouldn't tell her the fact that she wouldn't even be able to get a contract.

In the days that followed,

as soon as Lin Xian entered the dream, he would come to find Mai Mai, and together they would analyze *Devouring Heaven Demon Emperor*, wanting to find some foreshadowing from it.

But he found that this book was just extremely cliché.

The opening chapter was a spirit energy test, and then the protagonist teenager was ridiculed as a fallen genius... Lin Xian patiently finished reading it, and didn't know how the middle plot skipped around, from the Human Realm, Immortal Realm, God Realm, all the way to the edge of the universe. "In your work," Lin Xian couldn't help complaining: "I can see the shadow of a hundred books." Mai Mai was very excited after hearing this:

"Are you saying! It combines the strengths of a hundred schools of thought!"

Lin Xian was momentarily speechless, looking at this infinitely optimistic girl... No wonder she was so calm in this empty doomsday at the age of seventeen or eighteen.

Her mentality was really good.

"Maybe you really are a genius." Lin Xian sincerely sighed.

The days passed like this, one day after another.

Lin Xian tried his best, but still couldn't awaken Mai Mai's lost memories. It was already the end of March.

There were less than 20 days left until April 17, 2025.

He increasingly felt that something big must happen on this day, otherwise there would be absolutely no reason for Mai Mai, who was so passionate about her career, to write it into her book and use it as the prototype for the Demon God's destruction of the world.

Fortunately,

Du Yao's research was going smoothly.

Since getting inspiration in front of Tang Xin's grave last time, Du Yao also had an accurate direction, and made breakthroughs one after another. He believed that soon, he would be able to manufacture the brain nerve electroshock helmet. At that time,

even if it didn't trigger a world line change, he should be able to find a helmet in this underground hibernation base to give Mai Mai electroshock therapy.

There was no other way.

Since Mai Mai really couldn't remember the knowledge points, he could only put the helmet on her and use technology and harsh methods.

At the same time, Zhao Yingjun's belly was getting bigger day by day, and the birth of Xiao Yuxi was getting closer and closer; she focused on raising her baby at home, no longer going to the company, and had long ago handed over business matters to several vice presidents to manage in advance.

This day,

Lin Xian was at home preparing to enter the dream when Liu Feng's phone call came in time: "Lin Xian!"

His words were full of excitement:

"The space-time machine's positioning module! It's finally complete!"

An hour later, East Sea University, Rhein Joint Laboratory.

A double-door refrigerator-sized instrument was placed in the middle of the laboratory, with various wires and parts exposed, and the shape was very wild.

"Don't mind the appearance." Liu Feng explained:

"In order to meet the construction period, it's fine as long as it works, and besides, it's originally an independent operation of the positioning module, and many parts are temporarily externally connected, and can't be arranged into any good-looking shape."

"That's not important." Lin Xian waved his hand:

"Quick, put the space-time particles in, and let's test whether we can detect space-time cracks."

Liu Feng picked up the small refrigerator in the corner. Entered the password.

Opened the door.

The entangled state space-time particles inside were still circulating around each other at high speed, forever and endlessly.

Liu Feng picked up a special clamp, and without touching the space-time particles, "clamped" them out of the small refrigerator and put them into the compartment of the space-time machine's positioning module. *Click click.*

After completing the transfer, Liu Feng closed the clamp twice, and proudly showed off to Lin Xian: "This clamp that can transfer space-time particles without loss, I named it..." "Baking clamp?"

"Wrong!"

Liu Feng said with full confidence: "It's, Space-Time Clamp!" *Clap clap clap.*

Lin Xian perfunctorily clapped three times:

"Sorry, it's my fault for momentarily forgetting your naming habits... It must have the prefix 'Space-Time' on it. Great, great, so, can we start?"

Liu Feng put down the space-time clamp, closed the lid, connected the power supply, and officially started the instrument. Instantly,

the display screen began to flicker. Soon, a stable and abstract image was displayed. Lin Xian didn't quite understand:

"I remember, there are detailed instructions on the engineering drawings I copied for you." Liu Feng nodded:

"Don't worry, I've finished studying them, you just wait for me to operate it, and I'll explain it to you." After saying that,

he began to twist the buttons, operating the space-time machine's positioning module, muttering to himself:

"It's amazing, it can really detect space-time cracks. Although there's no accurate time stamp, we still have a lot of reference points."

"Lin Xian, look, in 2024, there are many space-time cracks, but they're all very small, and

besides July 1st, where there are many, everywhere else there's only one!" Lin Xian nodded: "This shows that each time a world line jumps, it does produce a space-time crack, one jump corresponds to one, very rigorous."

"But our goal isn't here, let's look at the first half of 2024, March 28th, when Chu Anqing turned into blue stardust and disappeared during the stake driving."

Liu Feng turned the knob, pulled the abstract image forward, and then pointed to an abnormally chaotic position, like a messy ball of yarn:

"It's here! Although we can't pinpoint the exact date, but look, so many space-time cracks could only be caused by the millennium stake driving."

"Heavens, how many are there? I can't even count them. We can only say that the act of driving a millennium stake, although it looks very gentle to our naked eyes, is really too violent on the space-time level, it's simply forcefully, unreasonably driving down a stake, and punching the continuous space-time full of holes!" "Keep pushing forward." Lin Xian directed: "Look at the early 2000s." As the image moved forward,

sure enough, another large mass of intricate and riddled tangled threads was seen. "It's similar to the image from 2024." Liu Feng described:

"The space-time cracks created by Zhang Yuqian also number at least several hundred, so it seems that the space-time cracks not only exist on the day of the stake driving, but also cover the range of two months before and two months after."

The picture continued to move forward.

In the position of 1976, there was also a shocking mass of tangled threads, like a whole box of sewing needles scattered on the ground. Finally,

it came to 1952!

Lin Xian and Liu Feng stared with wide eyes... There was absolutely no mistake.

In the second half of the 1952 interval, there were also interlaced and rampant messy lines! Exactly the same as the previous millennium stake dissipation nodes!

"Since these characteristics are exactly the same, then that means..." Liu Feng said softly:

"In the second half of 1952, there was definitely a 20-year-old girl, a millennium stake, who turned into blue stardust and disappeared!" Lin Xian narrowed his eyes. As expected.

His initial suspicions and guesses were all correct. Einstein

had indeed told a lie! Or rather, he had seen a false future! "Look further forward." Lin Xian said:

"The moment to reveal the answer has finally arrived... Which year was the first millennium stake driven down."

As long as they could see the earliest "messy ball of yarn," then there would be no dispute... that year was the year when the millennium stake was driven for the first time, and the first millennium stake appeared.

Liu Feng's breathing became rapid.

Quickly twisting the knob, constantly pulling the timeline forward.

1930... 1900... 1860... 1770... 1440... He twisted faster and faster.

In the end, Lin Xian couldn't even see the scale, and estimated that he had twisted it to BC. But

there was no next "messy ball of yarn" appearing, and even no space-time cracks at all, the space-time line was terrifyingly stable. "Don't pull anymore." Lin Xian said softly:

"Since the millennium stakes are driven very stably, one stake every 24 years, then, the fact that a large number of space-time cracks didn't appear in 1928 is enough to illustrate the problem." Liu Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and nodded:

"It seems that the result is already very clear. The space-time crack characteristics caused by the millennium stakes are very obvious, and there are many of them, if there really were traces before, we definitely wouldn't have missed them."

Lin Xian straightened up from the instrument table, and looked into the distance through the laboratory window.

No wonder...

1952, such a special and mysterious year. No wonder...

Zhang Yuqian's dream could dream of 1952. No wonder...

Nearly all the incredible things were related to 1952. Because,

all of it,

started in 1952! "1952."

Lin Xian silently recited this year:

"Here, is the origin of everything, the beginning of everything, the source of all secrets and truths." "In the second half of 1952, the first millennium stake was driven down in our space-time!"