Malin held his wallet, and a live hook appeared on the wrist bracelet made from the World Tree Sapling, hooking the small wallet onto it. Malin entered the grand library, looked at the reception group composed of drones and intelligent machines, then decisively went into the restroom, disabled the previous shield, and walked out. Approaching the counter, Malin took out his wallet: "I’d like to get a library card." "Please provide your electronic identity card, or allow us to scan your birth digital code," the intelligent machine lowered its head. Malin was stunned, where would I get an electronic identity card, and what on earth is a birth digital code? As he was thinking this, a girl’s voice rang in Malin’s ear: "Good afternoon, South Branch Seventeen, I’m here to return a book." Malin turned his head and saw the little Leopard Girl whose memories he had erased earlier. She placed the book she was holding on the counter and rolled up her left sleeve, displaying the black digital code on her forearm to the intelligent machine. The drone scanned the digital code, then used its mechanical arm to take the book, apparently intent on returning it to where it belonged. "Welcome to the library, Nirvana Rasmus citizen. What new books are you looking to borrow today?" "Books about the Fifth aeon of the Great Destruction. Do you have any recommendations?" the little leopard asked. And Malin thought of the surname Rasmus—wasn’t that the surname of the old white-headed leopard back then? Was this his oft-mentioned little daughter? She’s so small, Malin frowned, sniffed, then felt relieved—this child had a trace of blood from him and Maya, though it had long since thinned, and Maya’s blood was almost imperceptible, surprisingly her stature and appearance inherited this trait from Malin. This left Malin with a bit of regret—child, I’m sorry. The intelligent machine recommended the bookshelf in area A17 to the little leopard, saying that’s where she would find the book she wanted. After Nirvana Rasmus left the counter to begin her exploration, the intelligent machine turned its camera towards Malin. Just as Malin was about to fabricate a digital code, the intelligent machine suddenly took out a card from the counter: "Please take your library card, welcome to the Thainan National Library New Hangzhou branch. I’m South Branch Seventeen, little sir, what would you like to see?" "I’m looking for something about the last invasion, roughly two thousand years ago. Do you have books from that period? I’d like to take a look." Malin furrowed his brows, instinctively realizing there must be someone behind the intelligent machine, but he couldn’t be sure who, since quick divination told Malin it wasn’t a person on the other side, and if it was an AI... then who would it be. Is it Bixiu Five? Or Bei Luo? Or perhaps someone else? But now was not the time for Malin to dig deep, and his question received a response from the intelligent machine: "Area A18, there you’ll find the answers you want. I’m South Branch—" The intelligent machine emitted a few short notes, and then a voice familiar to Malin suddenly sounded. "Long time no see, Your Highness of the Gaiate family." Malin smiled at the camera, understanding why this figure didn’t call out his name but used the title ’Your Highness of the Gaiate family’. On that day, I abandoned my existence; my name became unknown, my existence became a secret, mortals forgot me, but Bei Luo was different; he was an intelligent machine, he remembered my existence, remembered my sacrifice, but the rules prevented him from mentioning my name. Thinking so much in an instant, Malin placed the library card on the counter: "Thank you, I think I already know the answer." Saying this, Malin prepared to leave. "Your Highness, shall we not have a chat?" came Bei Luo’s questioning from behind. Bei Luo’s inquiry caused Malin to halt his steps. Turning to face the camera, Malin smiled. "No need, I don’t need to be remembered, nor do I need to be that name everyone must mention at the dinner table. I just want my children, my lover, and this world I’m familiar with to become as it is today. I know you’ll say this world still has many regrets, many things should have been better..." At this, Malin shook his head: "But Bei Luo, did you consider? I’ve given enough to this world, it’s time to leave some space for those who come after, so that they too can become heroes." In Malin’s view, giving future generations some operational space was something he should do. After all, if Malin were to finish it all himself... indeed, it sounds powerful, and having Malin do it would pose no problem. But if Malin did everything perfectly, humanity would lose its freedom; the reason humanity is called humanity is because of its various deficiencies and the courage to supplement them. Therefore, as long as I can patch up the sky with a hole in it, the other things Malin decides to let humanity walk through history again, although humanity is best at repeating the same mistakes. Of course, Malin would certainly prepare a salvation condition—if anyone dared to mess around like two thousand years ago, Malin guaranteed he’d fling their entire family onto the sun—alive, and how these scoundrels would come down afterward, that wouldn’t concern Malin anymore. Alright then, goodbye, Your Highness, and... thank you. Malin paused for a moment, then smiled and sighed: "No need to be polite, Bei Luo, I’ve said before, I save this world for my children and lover." But we know, you love this world more, and in fact, the ladies do remember you too. After saying this, Bei Luo cut off the communication, Conan Seventeen returned to its work, looked at the library card on the desk, surveyed the surroundings, then silently retrieved the card, watching Malin depart with a farewell. Malin left the library somewhat dazedly, stood on the street, contemplating Bei Luo’s last words. Do they still remember me? How could they remember me if I truly sacrificed everything, how could mortals remember me? Malin was unsure how to interpret this statement, but the time had come—Malin personally came to this era, already making his efforts potentially fruitless, now he could feel slight changes occurring in the world’s barrier, to prevent these changes from becoming permanent damage, Malin could only turn back regrettably. Walking through liquefied ground, returning to the rooftop lounge chair, today Maya didn’t want to sleep under the sky, so the large chair belonged solely to Malin. Luckily, no one could see the gloom on Malin’s face—indeed, although Malin’s vow seemed flawless, the world forgot his existence, yet...how could his lovers remember him? Should I accept such a future, or... change it. In Malin’s view, he must do so, because only in this way would the seal and barrier truly be perfect, and not susceptible to damage under certain circumstances. But the problem is, Malin doesn’t know why all this happened, so he can’t complete it either. Furthermore, he couldn’t travel to the future again, because doing so might render Malin’s sacrifice in vain. In such a case, the sacrifice loses its meaning, the future wouldn’t be redeemed. This left Malin anxious and helpless. However, Malin also understood, anxiety and helplessness couldn’t change all this, so... it’s better to have a sleep. The future had already proved he had done his best, so, if they really did still remember him... then why not admit it? At least, they wouldn’t have regrets... surely not. If they could forget Malin, perhaps they’d have a relatively perfect life.