Genius Club

Chapter 1240: Chapter 58 April 17_3

It should be… the treatment is over.

Lin Xian quickly untied Maimai and removed the tightly fastened helmet.

The girl Maimai went limp all over.

Thud.

She dropped to her knees, wailing loudly:

“Waaah… waaah… no one reads my books… waaah…”

Lin Xian hurriedly squatted down to help her up:

“How about now, Maimai? Did you remember?”

“Waaah.”

Maimai nodded while crying.

“Recovering your memory is a good thing! Then why are you crying?” Lin Xian asked.

“Because… because…”

Maimai wiped her nose and blew two snot bubbles:

“Because it feels awful! I remembered such sad things! My masterpiece didn’t get any recognition… the editors wouldn’t sign me!”

“Oh, oh.”

Lin Xian understood:

“That’s quite a normal thing.”

“Not just that!”

Maimai cried even harder:

“I begged for monthly votes every day! But no one paid attention to me!”

“Uh…”

Lin Xian was a bit helpless:

“Well, that is… indeed a bit unfortunate.”

“Alright, alright, stop crying. I swear on my conscience, ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven’ is the best novel of this era! You’re the number one novelist in all of Donghai City!”

“Really?”

Maimai blinked her eyes:

“Don’t lie to me.”

…

Finally, Maimai’s emotions gradually stabilized.

From observing her reactions, Lin Xian also roughly understood the principles behind the Neural Electrocution Helmet and Du Yao’s research breakthrough.

It was probably similar to the nauseating memory imagery Lin Xian had given Du Yao as a hint.

Using such extreme emotions as a sharp stimulus and a focal point, it methodically pieced together surrounding fragmented memories.

For Lin Xian back then, the memory of Gao Yang licking the lollipop that he’d already licked was utterly disgusting—a lifelong unforgettable experience.

As for Maimai, her past of writing novels that flopped, being mocked, facing rejection, and receiving no monthly votes comprised her deepest and most painful memories.

It was tragic.

Consider giving this kid a monthly vote.

Once Maimai finished wiping her tears, Lin Xian sat across from her and asked:

“Maimai, have you managed to recall all your previous memories? Are they coherent?”

“Mm-hmm.”

Maimai nodded, her thoughts clear:

“My name is Yang Maimai, born in 2222, entered the Hibernation Pod in 2239… so now I’m 17 years old. I remember all my 17 years of memories before hibernation—completely clear and coherent.”

“That’s great.”

Lin Xian silently praised the marvel of science and Gao Wen’s deserved reputation as the Great Emperor.

“My dream since I was a child has always been to write novels…”

Maimai said softly:

“But I could never write anything that satisfied me. Later, I immersed myself deeply in study, drawing inspiration from countless masters, and finally managed to write a book I was proud of and satisfied with: ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven.’ Then, I sent the manuscript to the editor…”

“What did the editor say?” Lin Xian, oddly drawn in, asked expectantly.

“The editor said…”

Maimai lifted her head, eyes full of grievance:

“The editor asked me if I was a time traveler from 200 years ago trying to write a novel.”

Poof—

Lin Xian couldn’t hold it in.

He struggled to suppress his laughter.

This editor had such a sharp tongue! A time traveler from 200 years ago… though, in truth, the critique wasn’t too off the mark.

“The editor said my writing was too outdated,” Maimai explained.

“That’s valid.” Lin Xian agreed.

“The editor also said that this kind of book might become popular in a few hundred years; fashion and trends are cyclical, and there’s a chance for a literary renaissance far in the future.”

“And then you went into hibernation?” Lin Xian asked, somewhat surprised.

“Exactly!”

Maimai straightened her back and patted her flat chest and abdomen:

“The old era couldn’t accommodate my talent, so I had to venture into the new era!”

“Lin Xian, tell me quickly—how is this era? Can my ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven’ make it big now?”

Lin Xian gave her a thumbs-up:

“Platinum-grade potential.”

“Really!?”

“Mm-hmm, but first… we need to clarify a key aspect of the worldbuilding.”

Alright, the groundwork was set.

Lin Xian opened the ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven’ manuscript, flipped to the cover page, and pointed to the text:

“Here it says, ‘On April 17, 2025, the Mist of the Demon God quietly descended upon the earth, declaring the destruction of the world…’ and it also states that this story is based on real events.

“So, what’s the real-life event behind this? Do you still remember?”

Maimai nodded enthusiastically:

“Of course I remember! I researched extensively to write this novel… but this event was widely known, and you couldn’t recognize it… Did I write it too subtly?”

“[April 17, 2025, was the day the Hibernation Suppression Virus suddenly broke out globally.]”

What?

Lin Xian’s eyes widened.

These unfamiliar words sounded unsettling.

[Hibernation Suppression Virus]?

What kind of virus was this?

Suppress hibernation? Was there really such a virus? Professor Xu Yun and Tang Xin never mentioned it, and… in the previous timelines and dreams, Lin Xian had never heard of it before.

“What is the Hibernation Suppression Virus?”

Lin Xian asked.

Maimai chuckled and proudly puffed out her flat chest and abdomen:

“Hehe! You’ve asked the right person! To write ‘Demon God of Devouring Heaven,’ I researched a ton about that period’s materials, so I know this virus inside out!”

“The Hibernation Suppression Virus… is a virus that prevents humans from hibernating. People infected by it don’t experience any harmful symptoms nor suffer any adverse effects—it doesn’t impact physical health or human lifespan at all.”

“It’s just that individuals carrying this virus are doomed to be unable to enter Hibernation Pods for hibernation; the virus resides in the brain and only activates in low-temperature environments, stimulating the brain to prevent sleep.”

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