A row of server cabinets was neatly arranged with the doors tightly closed.

Occasionally, a few indicator lights flickered.

The floor was anti-static, making a faint squeaking sound when stepped on.

Beside him, a huge air conditioning unit was quietly running, emitting a low hum, constantly regulating the temperature of the machine room.

Where is this? Is this also my memory? Sugene looked at the environment, feeling very unfamiliar.

He couldn't recall ever having such an experience.

This was not a scene from his memory.

He felt a headache coming on.

The memory continued.

He was busy in front of a server host.

Many messy data cables were connected to the host, contrasting sharply with a neat machine room.

The fan on the host was spinning violently as if it had been loaded with some massive program.

The hot airflow blew on him, but he seemed not to feel it, just focused on the data.

A few drops of sweat fell.

He didn't he notice, or perhaps didn't he care, still constantly inputting something on the nearby computer.

Suzin Vwin, he had never worked in a machine room.

He had just graduated from university and arrived in this world before finding a job.

How could there be memories of being in such a high-end machine room? His headache intensified, but he still endured wanting to see what would happen next.

The following scenes were very monotonous.

He kept inputting commands, checking results, then debugging.

Input, check, debug, input, check, debug.

During this time, the one computer became three and he was operating on three computers simultaneously.

Then it was more monotonous inputting and debugging.

This process continued as his headache became unbearable.

The scene interrupted.

The memory ended.

The space before him turned dark.

Suggene opened his eyes and returned to the previous room.

The store manager asked with concern, "Sir, are you okay?" Sugene sat up only then realizing he was sweating profusely.

The tank top he wore was nearly soaked through.

The female staff quickly went out to get a glass of water, bringing back wet wipes as well, and handed them to Sujene.

Thank you.

Sugene took the water and drank it all at once.

The wet wipes on his face felt refreshing.

The earlier memories were fine, but the last memory was definitely not his.

January 24th, 2077.

That was the spring festival.

He remembers clearly that during the spring festival that year, he went to the emergency room because he burned his leg.

His mom was still complaining about his carelessness.

It was absolutely impossible for him to go to the machine room that day.

Chapter 278.

Live well in the present.

Was my memory tampered with? Suzin Fwin staring at the floor as he tried to remember.

Sir, how are you feeling? Do you want to call an ambulance? No need.

May I ask you, can memories be tampered with or imposed? The female shop owner was surprised.

How could that be? It's impossible.

Is it really impossible? Sujin's brow furrowed.

The female shop owner comforted him.

Sir, actually, I have encountered many customers with memory reduction.

Some have a slight memory loss of about 10 to 30.

While more serious cases can lose more than half.

Your situation is indeed more serious.

But since we all came from that world, anything can happen.

Now that we are in this world, just treat it as the real world and consider the memories of the original world as a gift.

Although your memories are few, they might help you adapt better to this world.

Sugene smiled slightly.

Well, you make a good point.

Thank you.

You're welcome, sir.

Do I have any other longer memory fragments? There are a few, but they're all very short.

Please help me trace them all.

They are really short.

Basically, only a few seconds each.

Sujene, lay down.

I will pay for it.

Thank you for your trouble.

The female shop owner side.

It's not about the money.

Shiaan, you help him out.

The female staff member, Shiaan, took over from the shop owner and helped Sue Jean with the memory tracing.

They went through many memory fragments.

Indeed, as the shop owner said, most of the memory fragments were only a few seconds long.

Moreover, these fragments match what he remembered.

The only one that didn't match was that memory in the machine room.

Sugene traced the memory of the machine room again, but apart from a headache, he gained nothing.

Sugene sat in a reclining chair, his mind racing.

Does this have anything to do with the inheritors? Since there are so many inherited skills, could this memory also be inherited? What use is there in inheriting these memories? Where do my memories go? The staff member, Shiaan, said softly.

Sir, don't take this too much to heart.

Although the old memories are lost, the current memories are complete.

After all, we now live here.

It's best not to let past experiences affect the present.

Sugene smiled.

Thank you.

By the time he left the shop, nearly 2 hours had passed.

Although the shop owner didn't recharge him, Sugene insisted on paying 10 000 Wuan coins.

After all, their service attitude was indeed very good.

The shop owner and the staff work hard to help him trace the memory fragments and they also comforted him kindly.

Sujene was not too short on money now.

10 000 Wuan coins was just one contribution point which he could afford.

Thank you shop owner.

May I ask your surname? The shop owner smiled.

My name is Yong Xin.

Although you may not need the memory tracing project, you will definitely find the simulation space project useful.

You can come to our shop if you need it in the future.

Suzan Before leaving, Sujene took another look at the shop's name, pastimes, the same as a song title from his previous world.

Sujene had no mood to browse anymore and chose to return directly.

The scenery in front of him flickered and vanished.

The bright lights turned into sunlight.

The transparent glass walls became green trees.

The passing customers turned into villagers.