The morning sunlight broke through the sparse clouds, casting onto the clean and tidy streets.

Jeming walked between Amy and Victor, with Amy’s chirpy voice discussing the new university life in his ear, along with Victor’s occasional brief and calm responses.

There was a perfectly timed smile on his face, befitting a young scholar who just set foot on campus, filled with anticipation and slight nervousness.

Yet, deep within his heart, cold reason was frantically operating, sorting through the current suffocating predicament.

"Suppression... suppressing all extraordinary power comprehensively." Jeming felt the stagnant force inside him, as if trapped in deep sea mud.

Whether it was the vast spiritual power of the Nascent Soul Cultivator in the Dantian, or the Third Level Wizard’s spiritual power in the consciousness sea, or his body honed with terrifying power through the Body Refining Technique, at this moment, all were as dormant as if they never existed.

He was now an ordinary person through and through, feeling even weaker due to the disparity in accustomed thinking.

This plane was bizarre beyond imagination.

It was not illusion—The Profound Gang Red Dust Barrier, a Protective Treasure, showed no response, proving it was no mental illusion.

But it was also not reality.

Walking alongside him were Amy and Victor, companions who were confirmed as fallen in his memory, and "parents" at home mirroring his past life’s parents in appearance and temperament, all silently signaled the falseness here.

"Is it forcibly implanted identity and memory coverage... But why didn’t the Profound Gang Red Dust Barrier work? This thing should also be like a mind interference type situation..."

Jeming speculated that the reason he could awaken might be due to a combination of factors.

One was the mysterious "adaptive evolution" ability brought by the Body Refining Technique, which, after being long eroded by this memory coverage, finally developed resistance, like an immune system identifying and starting to clear the virus.

Secondly, the appearance of Amy and Victor, the conflict with real memories was too intense, akin to casting a boulder onto a calm lake, violently disturbing his occluded perception.

"It’s a big trouble." Jeming felt heavy-hearted.

The most troublesome point was the disarray in time perception.

The ten-year deadline set by the Eighth Level Expeditionary Army Commander outside hung overhead like the sword of Damocles.

And he was completely unsure, from entering this plane to breaking free from false memories, how much time had passed in between?

A year? Three years?

Or even longer?

Instinctively, he wished to connect with the internal space, where there was a preset timer, an automatic factory, a vast Black Giant Legion, and a Fifth Level Large Elemental Pool serving as the energy core.

As long as he could sense the internal space, the time issue would be resolved.

However, this plane was blocking all extraordinary powers, his connection with the internal space was completely severed, like a signal being entirely jammed.

Still, it was not entirely hopeless.

Jeming could faintly feel a faintly vague pull from the Dantian location.

The feeling was like a drowning person seeing a thin layer of light from above the water surface.

He knew that as long as he could mobilize a bit of spiritual power to that spot, he might use it as a pivot, prying open a crack to reestablish connection with the internal space.

The difficulty lay in the fact that mobilizing spiritual power now was as slow as a turtle.

The spiritual power, which originally surged like a river with a mere thought, was now thick and sluggish.

Pushing every thread felt like moving a mountain.

Added to the seal on the spiritual power, he lost the ability for meticulous control, only able to clumsily maneuver through sheer willpower.

"Jeming? You seem to be spacing out today?" Amy’s slightly puzzled voice interrupted his thoughts; she tilted her head, her eyes carrying concern.

Jeming snapped back, revealing a somewhat embarrassed smile: "It’s nothing, maybe just... First time at university, a bit excited, didn’t sleep well."

He became secretly vigilant, not only was his power reduced, but his computational thinking ability regressed to an ordinary person’s standard.

He could no longer process multiple streams of information simultaneously as before.

Just now, merely delving into thoughts almost exposed a flaw in the external world.

Beside him, Victor pushed the glasses up his nose, calmly speaking: "No need to worry, you got in with top ranking, your foundation is solid."

His tone was exactly like Jeming’s impression, calm without the slightest ripple.

Jeming smiled, smoothly responding, while quickly extracting the ’common sense’ and ’settings’ forcibly implanted in his mind.

According to the ’common sense’ provided by the false memories, this world is a rare ’galactic type plane’.

Stars, planets, galaxies... Its structure is eerily similar to the universe he inhabited in his previous life.

According to ’common sense’, this plane is vast and boundless, containing at least several clusters of galaxies the size of the Milky Way.

"If this ’setting’ is true, rather than the simulated false background of the plane..." Jeming felt a chill in his heart, "then the plane’s physical scale has reached the standard of a super-large plane, perhaps even larger."

The ruler of this planet and surrounding star regions is human civilization.

The technological level is slightly higher than in his previous life, roughly reaching the capacity for large-scale outer space migration.

And his current identity is a freshman who just entered university, majoring in physics.

The self in this world has clear, complete familial memories and a growth trajectory—of course, after he awoke, these memories felt distant, as if viewed through frosted glass, filled with a sense of alienation.