Amcheon Township
"Is there something wrong with my body?"
The flower sign shakes its head.
"No way! Your body has always been naturally strong because of the unimaginable internal air and is perfectly safe to call a newcomer. There's probably never been a healthier, healthier person in the history of China. I can't believe I can have this much body and health without having a dislocation. How can a human being have this kind of internal power? Unless you've taken dozens of the best elixirs..."
The face of the marvelous flower signature suddenly solidified.
"But like you said, there was a slight problem with the brain. Didn't I ask you hundreds of useless questions yesterday?"
I nodded. It was more annoying than stabbing myself with a stake.
"I did."
"You seemed to answer all those questions clearly, but you hesitated on duplicate questions that often didn't need to be confused. I didn't think that hesitation was caused by intelligence or agility, but by a mixture of memories, in part. That's why, while you were sleeping in your armpit today, I took a moment to dissect your skull and look inside your brain."
"... Yes?"
I woke up in a comfy sleep because I gave you a pill. Did you just skin my head?! When I was embarrassed and turned my back on him, the signature of the coin stood firm.
"What are you so surprised about? You see the brain because it has a brain problem. My Fahrenheit has been a surgical specialist since the time of the burn."
"......"
"Look at this anatomy. Is there such a circular area in the brain? Our Fahrenheit family has discovered that this area is responsible for human memory through thousands of years of medicine and tens of thousands of surgeries. And your brain is amazingly dilated and quite worn out at the same time."
"Worn out?"
The flower signatures nod.
"You may look like a teenage boy, but you're a lot older... How old are you?"
I hesitated and said frankly.
"Maybe a little over a hundred years old."
Wouldn't that be enough, considering the amount of time you've been exploring and training, including your first life? I don't know exactly because I don't measure my age accurately in my previous life My answer was signed by a flower.
"I see. Your memory region... well, it looks like a hippocampus, so I'll call it an optional seahorse. Your seahorse is much more advanced than a normal human. It's much more advanced than the brains of intelligent people who use their heads. What can I say? It's not just enlarged, it's like generations have evolved for efficiency... but it's already a separate institution that's incomparable to normal humans."
"... What is that?"
"But I've found traces that are worn as long as they've evolved. Of course, the other part of the brain is not completely damaged, so the plasticity is helping with the problem."
"I can't believe it's worn out..."
The flower sign poked me in the eye and said,
"Your brain is very advanced. It's unbelievable, but I can only explain one hypothesis. You say you're about a hundred years old, but in fact, the amount of information and processing that's been in and out of your brain in the last few years has surpassed that. Think of it as at least ten times the amount of information an intelligent person will get in a lifetime."
"Well..."
"No matter how much we study, the hippocampus doesn't expand, but... What capacity do you have in mind? I haven't looked at a book in a thousand years."
He shakes in disbelief.
"Remarkable... Your body is not a monster, but clearly a human being, and there are many strange things about it. Is it because you're a Muslim that your brain is slowly aging? Your brain was very young and tense at the age you mentioned. Only toxic seahorses have massive consumption."
"......"
The seahorse is developing and worn out at the same time?
I desperately thought what that meant.
It's the memory transfer! '
To date, I have often copied or transmitted memories using Obsidian. Using the technique, I gradually improved my memory capacity and increased my volume, but it was because it had an effect on the development and expansion of hippocampus.
The problem is that the memory I have obtained so far in my adventure is not just an ordinary amount, but also because the memory is very large and inefficient, there is a high probability of unnecessary excessive information in my head. Because the brain has physical limitations, I gradually lose my memory and forget small things because of the inefficient information.
The human body has limits to what it can do to improve its memory!
Now is not the time to ask for a memory technique other than a craniotomy.
I get cold sweat.
When I was feeling crisis, the flower signatures touched my beard and said,
"To diagnose, there is a risk of future dementia. But it's hard to confirm that it's dementia because your body is so special..."
"Dementia? So I'm going to lose my memory soon and make everyday life impossible?"
"So don't get ahead of yourself. I can't stop this. It's true your seahorse is a little damaged, but it's funnily advanced. Let's assume that the wheels of a large Royal Wagon don't have holes in them, but are worn out. In that case, the wheels themselves must be sharpened."
"Hmm."
He said, starting to organize his surgical instruments and bedding to make sure he thought the diagnosis was over.
"I don't think he's in danger yet. You may feel better if you eat well and have fun while reducing brain fatigue and relaxing."
"......"
It was a very orthodox diagnosis, and it sounded right, but I'm not in a situation where that's possible.
How can we empower ourselves as we move forward? We need more memory.
I returned to the Jegalsa and told her the results of the examination I received from the painter. Then Jegalsa touched the silver ingot and said.
"I knew it."
"What are you talking about?"
He flinches with a pessimistic tone.
"Humans used to be like tasty meat made for food by [the ancient species], but they were almost disposed of and recycled by the emperor. Compared to other foreigners, physically, mentally, and mentally. It has already been foreseen that an infinite lifetime is impossible because of the ethnic limitations that your [human] possesses."
Did the story that Jegalsa used to say "must end quickly" include this situation now as well? I gripped my teeth.
"But we can't give up like this."
"Hmm."
He thought for a moment and said,
"Almost there."
What do you think is done?
A moment later, Jegalsa took her hands off the silver ingot.
"Now I know how to handle it. I'll give you a trick from now on, so let's do it for a while."
"What? What do you mean?"
He explained by touching the silver ingot's head.
"I learned how to use the silver ingots you acquired in your past life by taking Obsidian from you. I just spent three days researching how to handle this equipment using it until recently."
"Ah!"
"With the diagnosis of the signature, your memory is not yet at its limit, but it is approaching its limit. Maybe they'll come back sooner because the divorce method split their minds. To postpone this limitation, you need to organize your memory."
"Organize memories?"
Jegalsa said.
"Obsidian memory transfer is somehow transmitting information through your brain. So there's a side effect of accumulating useless residual information in your brain. Moreover, because memory contains a four-dimensional component, it tends to be stored much larger than the capacity humans naturally feel. So even if you don't know, there's a good chance that your brain is scattered with memories inefficiently."
"......!!"
"The solution is to transfer those useless memories completely to this silver ingot and forget it. And the next time you organize and manage your memory efficiently, you can at least postpone dementia for a hundred years. You can organize and compress useless information."
"Is that possible?!"
Then Jegalsa said as if she was pathetic.
"It's a function originally included in Silver Beacon sulfur. There must be some meticulous specimens like the Great Race attached to it. Without this function, would the Jade Emperor be able to use the Silver Beacon to use his memory tradition properly? All you care about is memory transfer and reading, so you don't read advanced descriptions and application knowledge."
"......"
"I've had it all for three days, so I'm going to teach you now."
I began to learn the advanced use of the Silver Beacon from Zegalsa. Unlike what Zegalsa said, it would be easy. However, the method of handling memory became harder and harder as I went, and I felt like it was several times harder than the alchemy I had previously learned. I felt like a rat in my head. I could not sleep for seven weeks. I had to apply the divorce method to double my practice. Then I could barely learn.
Woohoo!
I devoted most of my knowledge and experience to the silver ingots. Unlike when I copied it to Obsidian, this time I felt like I was moving everything inside my head. Of course, the temporary memory space created by the nature of Silver Beacon Sulfur could be struck with the magical power of Silver Beacon Sulfur.
After all the memories were transferred to the silver seal momentarily, I started retrieving them from the silver seal again. I began to gather information efficiently in my head, chanting spells. It was an automatic feature on a silver ingot, not a memory screen, and I felt a lot clearer in my head after a series of tasks.
"Oh!"
Until now, I've had so much in my head that I felt confused, but now I can remember the memories of my first life, even the stars of the night when I ate sweet potatoes during my first episode. When I was excited, Jegalsa said, because I felt that I had reduced the load to less than half because it was packed.
"This should hold for a hundred years. Once the urgent fire has been extinguished, go to the Prophet and ask the prophet for the fundamental solution to this problem."
"Got it."
I was fortunate to have Jegalsa as a colleague. Even if Jegalsa wasn't really a colleague, she would become stronger if she built up repetitions, but she couldn't cope with a crisis that I couldn't overcome without my strength.
You can't do everything by yourself.
I imprinted that fact in my head and went to the gumma.
Pa 'at
She began to tell me the results of her investigation into the appearance of Seo Mun-hye.
"I knew there was no problem with my outsider's book. I searched all the documents and information in the castle, but the blood of the scribe was the blood of an ordinary bureaucrat. I've never even had anything to do with Moorish."
"Well..."
"But there was something strange about it."
"What is it?"
The shepherd replies heavily.
"We'll have to investigate further, but we found only one document that said her distant ancestor was famous."
"Yes? Then there's no problem."
"A distant ancestor... far superior to a Western ancestor and just a few lines of rumors."
"Hmm."
"It was at least 500 years ago, or more, and it's hard to tell. In order to find out about this, we had to dig through the literature of the other castles and the clans."
"I'd like to see that record, too."
"Got it."
She soon showed me that 'suspicious' document. I had to carefully hand over the bookshelf with tongs because I thought it would break if I touched it, if it was really old. I was able to look at the document calmly and find a reference to the problem that she had mentioned.
[The great scribe of my great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-great-grandfather, "said," Why do I look like this when my distant ancestor has fallen from all over the world? "The family were surprised to find out what was going on, and the ancestors said that the tomb of the god the ancestors discovered was famous in the fluctuations and that we should all move to the fluctuations together. The villagers laughed at all the scribes because it was ridiculous.]
What's that supposed to mean?
When I tilted my head to look at the literature, she said.
"The scribe is the ancestor of the western family, but there are no more records left in the book. Written himself did not speak of his parents or grandfather. Anyway, the only thing that is suspicious about the Western family is this literature."
"What does it mean to be the tomb of God in the fluctuation?"
Then she crossed her arms.
"I don't know, it was yesterday that I found this literature. From now on, I will try my best to investigate [God's Grave]."
The tomb of God was famous in the fluctuations.
And Seofil said his ancestors found the tomb.
What does this have to do with Seo Mun-hye now?
What does Seo Mun-hye have to do with the mysterious power of [God's Grave] and Seo's ancestors?
So far, there were so few clues that I was excited. I thought about it and told her.
"Then please."