Sun Hang could clearly sense that the meme inside this guy was being rapidly extracted, just like those eerie objects he had devoured himself...

But this time, it wasn't Sun Hang who made the move.

"You've finally arrived." A gentle female voice echoed in Sun Hang's mind.

Sun Hang's heart stirred, and he immediately looked up.

Beneath the beams hung a massive cylindrical glass tank, with many severed cables and plastic tubes dangling from its bottom, resembling the tentacles of some deceased soft-bodied creature.

The tank was filled with a clear, pale yellow liquid, and a naked girl, hugging her knees, floated within it.

Her eyes were closed, and her head drooped slightly, making her look as if she were asleep.

Judging by her appearance, this girl was likely a Slavic living in the Siberian Federation. She had exquisite and sculpted features, but unlike the stern and sharp appearance of Germans in Europe, her face had a certain softness unique to Asian features... which quite matched the current mainstream aesthetics on the Xiazhou Continent.

Coupled with her snow-white long hair spreading behind her, gently swaying in the water, from a distance, her transcendent beauty was almost too overwhelming to behold.

Once the fisherman laid his eyes on the girl, he became utterly stunned, muttering, "My God... she... she..."

The fisherman seemed to want to say something, but the words were stuck in his throat, unable to utter a single syllable.

"She's the one who left us the note." Sun Hang patted the fisherman firmly on the back. "Be careful, she's more dangerous than any eerie object we've encountered before."

Sun Hang referred to the girl as a "thing" rather than a "person."

The sense of oppression that this enigmatic white-haired girl gave Sun Hang was even greater than that of the Yamata Orochi.

"These... these people..." The fisherman glanced at the piles of bones in the laboratory that nearly covered the floor. "Did she kill them all?"

"I didn't kill them." The gentle female voice sounded in Sun Hang's mind again, "It was they who killed themselves."

"Who are you?" Sun Hang looked at the girl in the glass tank and asked.

"You... are you asking her?" The fisherman, clearly unable to hear the voice in Sun Hang's mind, looked at Sun Hang worriedly. "Will doing this alert her?"

"I have no name." The gentle female voice replied, "They were not worthy to name me, so I've never had a name... But you are different, you are worthy... I've been waiting for you to give me a name, I've waited so long... so very long."

"Was it you who caused the incident a hundred years ago?" Sun Hang asked again.

"You seem to have... lost all your memories?" The voice had a hint of confusion.

"Answer my question first."

"Alright." The voice seemed extremely compliant with Sun Hang. "You caused that incident, and my consciousness only awakened after everything happened."

"Me?" Sun Hang was stunned.

He had speculated about this and thought that the incident might be related to him and the Three Monkeys, but he never imagined that he would be the culprit behind the Nameless Island Research Institute incident over a hundred years ago.

Could she be lying to him?

"Then what am I?" Sun Hang asked again.

The fisherman looked at Sun Hang with a peculiar expression: "Are you... talking to her? You can hear what she's saying?"

"You are you; you're not something else." The white-haired girl replied.

"What exactly did I do back then that led to all this?" Sun Hang completely ignored the fisherman's blank expression and continued asking.

"You did nothing; everything was just following its course." The white-haired girl replied.

Sun Hang suddenly realized something: it wasn't that the white-haired girl liked to speak in riddles, but rather that her way of thinking and logic seemed different from humans... to get valuable information from her, he needed to change his way of questioning.

"What is the relationship between us?"

"Have you... forgotten even this? I'm so sad... Mother."

When the word "Mother" came out, Sun Hang felt like he was struck by lightning, bewildered—he opened his mouth blankly and, after a while, asked, "What did you just call me?"

"Mother."

In the next second, Sun Hang did something identical to what he did when he first woke up in the hospital: he reached his right hand between his legs and gently scratched.

"Could you have... mistaken me for someone else?"

"I could mistake anyone, but I would never mistake my mother."

There must be some misunderstanding here!

Sun Hang suddenly remembered something called the imprinting phenomenon—many animals would regard the first thing they saw as their mother... is it possible that at the moment when the white-haired girl first gained consciousness, there was someone with a look or aura very similar to his beside her...

"No, you are my mother." The white-haired girl seemed to sense what Sun Hang was thinking, speaking before Sun Hang could even ask, "You created me... the blood bond between us is unmistakably real."

Hiss...

I created her?

In other words, the term "Mother" refers to the relationship between a creator and a creation?

"Are you sure... that it's me?" Sun Hang stopped speaking aloud and started communicating directly with her through his consciousness, "Over a hundred years ago, I created you? Has my physical body existed for over a hundred years?"

The white-haired girl fell silent, and Sun Hang couldn't tell if she was unwilling to answer the question or if she didn't know the answer.

"Then what's with these dead people?"

As soon as Sun Hang asked this, fragmented memories suddenly unlocked—a vision of thousands of people, like walking corpses, standing in this room, their shadows overlapping with the remains strewn across the floor.

These people had vacant expressions, empty eyes, as if they had lost all emotions... much like those Hunters sitting by the bone mountain, looking up at the ceiling.

The white-haired girl's "food"... was human emotions!

The curse on the Nameless Island drove people mad because it amplified human emotions... it functioned like fertilizing seedlings in a field.

People on the Nameless Island back then weren't killed outright by the white-haired girl... they'd been left devoid of emotions, sitting here like puppets, dying of hunger and thirst.

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