"So, what's the second plan?"

Hearing Shen Bingmiao's words, Lin Yu asked with a slight headache.

Upon hearing this, Shen Bingmiao gently scratched her cheek. "Ah... well... about that..."

"You didn't tell me at the time."

"I didn't tell you?"

Lin Yu was stunned.

"Yeah... I wanted to ask you. Now that the first one has failed, do you have any clues about the second plan?"

Lin Yu shook his head. "None at all... I wanted to ask. Why was I, five years ago, even able to erase my own memories? Although I deduced the existence of the Death Game, I shouldn't have gained any supernatural powers or means because of it, right?"

As Lin Yu asked, Shen Bingmiao nodded.

"Of course, but I can tell you this... because after Lin Zhao's Heart Domain ended, you very naturally lost all your memories—including everything I told you about the Death Game, and naturally, also the contents of our conversation."

"This counts as you utilizing the game rules to achieve it—and precisely because of this, I became even more confident in your plan."

"Then... I also began secretly observing and protecting you, ensuring you could enter the Death Game at a specific time."

As Shen Bingmiao spoke, Lin Yu fell into deep thought.

"Could it be that me joining the Death Game was also arranged by myself?" he asked, puzzled. "Was Fluoxetine from the Psychological Society also only moved to act under my guidance?"

"No, that was completely an accident. If anything, that person somewhat disrupted our planned arrangements. She moved your entry time into the game forward by a long while," Shen Bingmiao said thoughtfully. "Perhaps the failure of the first plan also has a lot to do with the 'timing' being off."

Lin Yu let out a breath. "Alright, I almost thought she was innocent just now..."

It seems now, although the motive might differ slightly from the previous revenge, the Psychological Society and Fluoxetine are still damned.

No matter what, a gang with a setup similar to a terrorist organization, destroying it indeed has no downsides.

It's just that, relatively speaking, the hatred in Lin Yu's heart has lessened considerably.

After all... even without Fluoxetine, he would have joined the Death Game himself.

Thinking of this, Lin Yu suddenly understood what Old Zheng meant by calling him "special."

Perhaps as a peak Third Tier, he also saw some clues on him.

Lin Yu rubbed the space between his eyebrows.

"Me from five years ago... you could at least have left me some hints."

"Not leaving even a trace of memory, what's that about."

Now he had recalled everything about his sister, but what exactly was said back then, he still hadn't remembered.

"This Death Game is quite thorough in clearing memories..."

Lin Yu muttered, then looked at Shen Bingmiao. "About the second plan, do you really not have any clues at all? Didn't I leave even a single hint back then?"

"No, but if you want to find clues from back then... I think what to do is actually quite clear."

As Shen Bingmiao spoke, she looked at Lin Yu. "Just keep 'getting stronger.'"

"Keep promoting, Third Tier, Fourth Tier... even Fifth Tier."

"When you open your own Heart Domain, the influence and restrictions the Death Game placed on you back then will lessen, and perhaps you can recover your memories from that time."

Shen Bingmiao said seriously, and Lin Yu nodded.

"That's the only way..."

Then, Lin Yu sighed.

Having just promoted to Second Tier, gaining some strength and self-preservation ability, Lin Yu originally thought he could finally catch his breath...

Especially after hearing that Third Tier Exclusive Items need to be crafted slowly by oneself, Lin Yu thought he could take it slow.

But now it seems...

He still can't slow down.

Since entering the Death Game, because of his various peculiarities, Lin Yu often mocked himself and speculated that he might really be involved in some secret.

Now he finally knew why.

Because of Lin Zhao.

"Sis... you really are still, as always, causing trouble for me."

He sighed softly, then looked at Shen Bingmiao.

"I understand. Then the last question... what exactly is the deal with 'Fate Fragments'?"

"What are these things? Why are so many people fighting over them?" 𝑓𝘳𝑒𝑒𝓌𝘦𝘣𝘯ℴ𝑣𝘦𝑙.𝘤𝑜𝑚

Shen Bingmiao looked at Lin Yu, seeming conflicted about whether to tell him.

Finally, Shen Bingmiao spoke as if she had made up her mind. "The so-called 'Fate Fragments' are actually the scattered 'Fate' Authority of the fallen 'God of Fate and Rules.' Its Authority fused with Its corpse, turning into a physical substance."

"They are scattered across the Ten Realms. Some have come to life, some have turned into 'Divine Artifacts,' and some are still unclaimed."

"There are seven 'Fate Fragments' in total..."

"One of them turned into a 'Lin Zhao' illusion in my house, right?" Lin Yu looked at Shen Bingmiao with a thoughtful expression. "Wait, you said that thing is a 'trophy,' so back then in the 'ultimate dungeon'..."

Shen Bingmiao spoke somewhat sheepishly. "Yeah, sorry, it was me and your sister Lin Zhao who killed it together..."

Lin Yu looked at Shen Bingmiao. "I knew it—being able to build the forum, you're no ordinary life form lingering after a Third Tier player's death!"

After all, whether it's Twenty or Old Zheng, they are also deceased Third Tiers, and Old Zheng is even a peak Third Tier.

"You've killed a god. What's ordinary about you?"

"And if I hadn't asked, you were planning to keep hiding it from me, right?"

Shen Bingmiao said innocently, "Ah, I was just afraid that knowing these things might cause some trouble for you... After all, the Death Game judges the difficulty of your dungeons based on your 'knowledge' too."

"It's just that I suddenly realized your dungeon difficulty probably isn't affected much by this little bit more..."

"As for killing a god, your sister did most of the heavy lifting on that one."

Hearing this, Lin Yu sighed.

"Lin Zhao again... Seriously, what exactly was my sister in the Death Game? Was she still just an ordinary little restaurant chef?"

"So... didn't she leave me any money or anything? She loved money so much, she couldn't have *not* used this game to amass wealth, right?"

Lin Yu stroked his chin. Shen Bingmiao spoke somewhat guiltily. "Ah, actually, she did leave a sum of money for you..."

Hearing Shen Bingmiao's tone, Lin Yu looked at her sharply. "But?"

"But I accidentally spent a lot of it building the forum, and then lost the rest investing in financial products. I'm very sorry!"