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Time quietly passed, and the sunlight outside the window grew brighter.

Fang Cheng sat cross-legged on the bed, his hands resting lightly on his knees, and his eyes peacefully closed.

The room was completely silent, with only the occasional breeze rustling the curtains, creating a faint rustling sound.

It was as if someone was whispering softly in his ear.

After a long while.

Fang Cheng suddenly opened his eyes, a glint of light flashing in their depths, and he murmured to himself:

"It should be ready now."

Then he stretched his legs and got out of bed, not putting on shoes, but stepping directly onto the floor with bare feet.

He raised his eyes, looked around, and thought to himself.

Let's start with my most familiar bedroom.

Fang Cheng took a deep breath and used the speed reading skill again.

As he entered the state, it was as if a button was quietly pressed in his mind.

In the deep, dark universe void within his skull, hundreds of millions of neuronal synapses flashed like stars, colliding and creating dazzling sparks in an instant.

Massive amounts of information, like superluminal particle streams, roared through the nerve fibers, as if to break through the boundaries of reality and fantasy.

At the same time, Fang Cheng's eyes were like opened channels of the mind, and an unusually bright light flickered from the depths of his pupils.

Then, like a laser printer, he almost instinctively scanned and recorded everything he saw.

Wherever his sight reached, from the windows, bed, desk, and bookshelf, to the wardrobe, walls, and ceiling…

Fang Cheng turned around, his gaze quickly and meticulously sweeping over everything in the room.

Then he walked out of the bedroom, came to the living room, and continued this reading and memorization that exceeded the normal brain's capacity.

He advanced step by step, his gaze so deep and sharp that it seemed to be able to penetrate space, not missing any shadowy corners.

He deeply imprinted every inch of the house, every detail, all the decorations and furniture, in his mind.

His soles stepped directly on the floor, feeling a slight coolness coming from the subtle wooden texture, carrying a strange tactile sensation.

Fang Cheng lowered his eyes, scanning the worn old floor beneath his feet, and suddenly his brows furrowed, his face showing difficulty.

Then he interrupted the skill state, using both hands to vigorously rub his eyebrows and temples.

He estimated in his mind that from the start of the skill to the end of its use, it was only about ten seconds.

It seems that the "memory palace" does indeed consume a lot of mental energy.

"That shouldn't be…"

Fang Cheng muttered to himself, somewhat surprised.

You should know that his mental attribute is as high as 43 points, far exceeding ordinary people.

Even among those ability users, it is considered relatively excellent, and definitely not weak.

Although the "memory palace" is more complex to use, ordinary people can master it to the point of skilled use.

Even if it's my first time, it shouldn't be like this.

Slowly rubbing his eyebrows, Fang Cheng looked at the panel information that appeared in front of him.

[Warning! You have overdrawn your spirit, your physical condition is very poor, please pay attention to rest]

His gaze swept over this warning message and continued to look down.

Several new messages about the increase in skill experience made Fang Cheng's eyes light up.

[You have completed the first step of imaging the construction of the memory palace, speed reading experience +10]

[Next, you can choose to connect these image materials at a certain level of consciousness to carry out construction work]

[In view of your mastery of meditation skills, you can try to use this skill to further improve the specific effect of the memory palace]

"What does this mean…"

Fang Cheng's eyes flickered slightly, and he let out a soft sigh.

His thoughts turned, and he seemed to realize something.

Then he returned to the bedroom and rested for a while in meditation.

Closing his eyes, the whole person quickly calmed down, slowly casting aside distracting thoughts.

After a while, countless voices suddenly surged into his ears like a tide, and then quickly receded like a tide.

In the subtle depths of consciousness, Fang Cheng suddenly opened his bright and piercing eyes.

He saw that the scene of his home had completely disappeared, and the surroundings were pitch black, as if he had stepped into a chaotic void.

Looking around.

In his field of vision, besides the tiny points of light that flickered like stars, there was endless black mist, covering the entire world.

It was as if he was at the end of the world, and one step further would plunge him into an even deeper darkness, a abyss hiding countless evil things.

Looking at the black mist that his sight could not penetrate, and the many points of light hidden within it.

Fang Cheng's expression was calm and not surprised.

Because, this is the mental space where he established communication with the "Smiling Devil".

That is, a special level located at the connection point between a person's subconscious and conscious mind.

That's right.

Fang Cheng's plan was to use this barren area as a construction site to build his "memory palace".

If he constructed a memory palace in the purely conscious area like ordinary people, it would be too simple and lack magic.

And entering the deeper subconscious is too risky, full of unknown factors and uncertainties.

Therefore, choosing a level between the two as the construction site is obviously the most suitable.

Of course, this was also inspired by the Smiling Devil.

That dark room, which serves as a "voice chat room," may in some sense be a similar existence to a "memory palace."

In any case, he has expert-level meditation skills and a wonderful spiritual fire.

Coupled with a mental attribute that breaks through 40 points, he can completely try it boldly.

Whoosh—whoosh—

Faintly, he could hear the howling of the wind, or the sound of waves crashing.

Not a single ray of light could penetrate this thick, ink-like black mist.

Everything within sight was a chaotic expanse, and everything in the world seemed ultimately unable to escape the fate of being swallowed by it.

This was not just a physical perception, but an icy chill that arose from the depths of his soul.

It was as if a biting undercurrent was flowing in the silent void, freezing all light and hope wherever it passed.

A traveler who accidentally arrives here would not be able to remain calm at all, only wanting to escape as soon as possible, avoiding the fate of falling into the abyss.

And the faint light surrounding his figure seemed to be extinguished by the wind at any time, completely lost in the darkness.

In such a harsh environment, wanting to stay for a long time.

You will inevitably need a "goal" that allows your consciousness to be anchored.

Fang Cheng continued to meditate, his eyes half-closed, his ears half-listening, slowly adjusting his mood, gradually returning to stillness.

Then.

As his mood calmed, a faint glimmer of light dimly lit up in the darkness.

At the same time, a faint red light seeped out from between Fang Cheng's eyebrows.

It was as if this light illuminated his whole body, blooming with infinite light.

He… seemed to have transformed into a wisp of flame burning a firewood.

Boom!

Immediately afterwards, a raging flame instantly enveloped Fang Cheng's entire body.

At this moment, he was like a humanoid torch lit in the darkness.

The blazing flame was like a sharp arrow shooting in all directions, penetrating the thick flowing black mist, illuminating this chaotic void located in the depths of consciousness.

The originally unyielding thick fog quickly melted, turning into strands of finer smoke, drifting and retreating into the distance.

As the light expanded around, a relatively stable and calm area suddenly appeared around him.

Fang Cheng slowly opened his eyes, his gaze deep and clear.

Now he is completely "settled" down.

Not only is his heart extremely calm, but his physical senses have also reached a peak state, with a clear feeling that transcends instinct.

It was like standing at the intersection of reality and illusion.

Then.

Fang Cheng raised his head and gently sniffed the air.

It seemed that in this deathly silent and gloomy darkness, he could smell the unique scent of paper and a faint hint of morning light in the air.

It was refreshing and incomparably pleasant.

Fang Cheng's eyes sparkled, and he immediately took a step forward, reaching out his hand.

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His fingertips gently touched the air, which felt substantial yet was completely empty.

Then, a corner of a blank sheet of paper first appeared, slowly unfolding.

Accompanying the shimmering light, lines of writing faintly emerged, gradually becoming clearer.

They were dense and numerous, forming paragraphs, like countless living spirits awakening and moving.

Soon, a page filled with writing was clearly presented before his eyes.

After turning it over, a second page immediately appeared.

Whirr, whirr—

As the speed at which the pages appeared became faster and faster, the number of times they were turned also became more and more frequent, like a continuous breeze.

In the blink of an eye, they were stacked into a thick book, and finally, a hard cover was added.

A national dictionary of 1658 pages vividly reappeared in his consciousness space.

Fang Cheng reached out and gently smoothed the wrinkles on the pages, and when his fingers touched the paper, he seemed to feel knowledge flowing through his fingertips.

Then, taking this dictionary as the source, faint ripples emanated out, rippling in the air in circles.

As the ripples quickly spread around, it was as if some kind of magic was being applied.

A solid wood desk quickly extended and formed beneath the dictionary.

Fang Cheng gently stroked the surface of the desk with his palm, feeling the deep and shallow wear marks.

He seemed to see his once-youthful self, leaning on this desk during countless dawns or late nights, using a pen as a sword to fight fiercely in the sea of questions.

The corner on the left side of the desk was particularly worn.

Because that was where stacks of heavy reference books used to be piled, bearing the weight of striving for dreams.

Stroking all the marks, those days of burying himself in study, which had been somewhat forgotten, were immediately projected before his eyes like a movie.

The yellowed pages, the densely packed notes, the alarm clock that accompanied his studies, and the desk lamp that was always lit until very late.

As his thoughts spread out in layers like ripples, a miraculous scene appeared.

On the originally empty desk, neatly stacked books, a fountain pen with the cap removed, an alarm clock with the second hand slowly turning, and a desk lamp with the light turned on again appeared.

One thing after another appeared in succession, filling the entire desk.

Then, taking the desk as the source, as if a chain reaction had occurred, scenes that looked like reality spread around.

Windowsill, green plants, curtains, glass…

Wardrobe, calendar, walls, ceiling…

Fang Cheng's eyes sparkled, and like a creator, his pupils reflected the scene of things being born from the void one by one.

At this moment, he had completely understood the trick of building a "memory palace."

The key was three steps: imaging, connecting, and constructing.

Imaging is to change the information of memory from two-dimensional to three-dimensional and place it in a virtual scene.

Whenever recalling, you only need to enter this scene in your mind, and you will "see" the information you need.

However, there is a key problem in this.

Once there is too much information, the memory will become more and more chaotic, making it difficult for the brain to distinguish the truth.

Therefore, building a memory palace requires a "primer" at the beginning.

It's like walking to the door of a room, opening the door, and seeing a pair of slippers in the entrance hall.

Then, putting on the slippers, other furniture and decorations in the room rushed into view one after another like flowing water, recalling one after another and connecting them into clues.

The primer for Fang Cheng to enter the memory palace was the National Dictionary in his hand, which ultimately led to the upgrade of the skill.

As for connection, it is the most important and most difficult step in building a memory palace.

Because all the information stored in the memory palace must have close connections with each other in order to maintain it.

For example, to find a book in a large library, you can retrieve and locate it according to logic, from zoning and classification to specific bookshelves.

Only when each piece of information is more closely connected will the memory palace be more solid, so that it will not fade away with time and slowly collapse.

And the "memory palace" effect that Fang Cheng wants to achieve far exceeds the imagination of ordinary people.

The image material for building this ideal palace is also the information that carries many memories.

The amount of information contained in this can be described as astronomical.

Without extremely strong memory and extraordinary mental abilities, it is impossible to complete such a difficult task.

Therefore, Fang Cheng felt overworked and mentally exhausted when scanning and imaging before.

Looking at the preliminary bedroom scene around him, Fang Cheng's face was slightly pale, and he slowly rubbed his throbbing eyebrows.

It seems… the rest can only be postponed for now.

Suddenly, a faint "creak" sounded.

Thick black mist flowed slowly like ink, as if making a comeback.

It was like countless ghostly giant snakes entwining the lonely light domain in the deep sea, constantly squeezing, grinding, and devouring it.

Trying to crush this newly budding memory palace, which exudes a warm glow, back into nothingness.

Fang Cheng immediately restrained his mind and looked down at the dark, empty space beneath his feet, as if it were a leaking hole.

Then, he bent down and reached out to touch the ground, which seemed to be hidden in the darkness.

Next, pieces of fine-grained red pine flooring emerged and quickly expanded around.

In an instant, it filled the small room.

In this way, the dark and gloomy world was completely isolated outside the house.

Fang Cheng looked around. The walls were painted in elegant colors, with a few subtle traces left by the years or bumps.

The sunlight outside the window was bright, like golden threads passing through the glass in large swaths, scattering arbitrarily on the table.

Those scattered books and fountain pens seemed to be instantly endowed with life.

The lampshade of the desk lamp emitted a warm luster. Fang Cheng turned the switch at will, sometimes turning it off and sometimes turning it on.

Then, he opened the drawer. The sundries inside were neatly arranged: an old diary and several yellowed photos.

He sat down on the bed, able to truly feel the softness of the bed and the fluffiness of the quilt.

The wrinkles on the sheets and the shallow dents on the pillows seemed to describe the scene after waking up in the morning.

Every detail is a piece of the memory puzzle, fitting together seamlessly, piecing together a complete and vivid scene of home.

This is the ideal "memory palace."

A truly existing, private space that carries one's life memories and completely belongs to oneself.

The joy in Fang Cheng's eyes was overflowing.

[You have successfully built a prototype of a memory palace, Speed Reading experience +50]

[You have successfully built a prototype of a memory palace, Meditation experience +30]

[Speed Reading lv2 (60/500)]

[Meditation lv1 (72/250)]