《I Cultivate With Science》CH.0002 – Foreign Memories And A Farewell
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CH.0002 - Foreign Memories And A Farewell
[So right now I... am still living... and... arrived another world?!!!]
---Ahhhhh!
[Pain in my head is increasing. This body's old owner might be dead but his memories are still in this body's brain. Looks like with my soul settling in this body our memories overlapped and caused the brain to overload.
If this situation goes like that either my brain will be split up into two sections and this make me a psychopath with a double personality or my brain will be damaged because of overload and will cause me to become an idiot for the rest of my life.
I can't accept both outcomes. I can't give up just when I have gotten a second chance out of death's claw.]
The young man who boosted his courage by speaking himself; achieved to straighten up his upper body and sat down at the lotus position despite the unbearable pain in his body. After placing his arms on his knees he brought his fingertips together with thumbs facing his chest.
[Although I'm not used to using this body; the meditation position is something that I did a million times in my past life. Its every detail is already ingrained in my soul.
I lost my powers and skills when my body was obliterated. But my soul is still intact even though it is worn out. If I can use my soul power I can suppress the memories of the old owner.
But for that, I need to reach a deep focus level on meditation. Otherwise, I can't use my soul power efficiently in this condition.]
Despite the unbearable pain, the young man who has decided on the path he will follow closed his eyes and began to meditate.
While the deep focus is a level many people seek to achieve in meditation throughout their lives, few people have truly achieved it so far.
Hear, smell, taste, see and touch.
To reach the deep focus level, you have to lock your all of senses and focus on your inner world without any distraction.
The young man also tried to achieve that but looks like it is not going to be easy.
---Arrghhh!!!
When he was almost reached to deep focus he lost control of his senses because of a sudden pain attack. After he lost control, all the suppressed feelings exploded out more powerfully, including pain. When the intense pain hit him he began to shake crazily and nearly lost his consciousness.
[Damm it! My condition is getting worse! If I lose my consciousness right now everything is going to be over! Damm it!]
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When he was at the door of passing out, the young man bit his lip with the last bit of his consciousness. With the feeling of warm blood which is flowing from his lip, the young man achieved to gather some of his consciousness.
After fixing his meditation pose he exhaled a deep breath.
---Huuuuu
[Looks like I have to fix this pain problem first. Otherwise, it will not be possible for me to reach deep focus.]
The young man closed his eyes again but this time instead of trying to reach deep focus he gathered all his soul power in a specific place; the brain area that manages the pain in the human body.
While his soul power was surrounding and separating the pain management area from other parts of his brain; the pain he was feeling also began to decrease.
And finally, when the pain management area of his brain totally separated from other parts his pain was also gone. With the disappearance of the feeling of pain, the young man breathed a sigh of relief.
--- Huu
[Finally, I isolated the pain but this is just temporary. If I can't find a solution for memory overlap in my brain, my soul will be damaged permanently. Besides, now I have to use some of my soul power to isolate the pain.]
The young man began to meditate again. All the voices, smells, and feelings around him slowly started to disappear. And at the time the young boy totally locked all of his senses he achieved to reach deep focus.
While he was locking his senses, increasing darkness suddenly disappeared and relocated with a burst of light when he reached deep focus.
In a dimension which is all things are white with no bounds, the young man was floating in the air. And contrary to expectations there was no surprise on his face.
[It is a kind of nostalgic feel. It had been a while since when I was in my inner world with deep focus. I guess more than 350 years. Ah, I don't have time to commemorate the past. I have to fix that overlap problem as soon as possible.]
The young man began to focus on his body through his inner world. While, from his toes to his head; bones, veins, nerves, muscles, and organs; information about everything in his body begin to flow into his brain, the young man was busy evaluating the information he gain.
[There doesn't seem to be a big problem in the body. There is some damage in the lungs due to the water filling, but it is very normal for someone who is nearly drowning... nope dead by drowning.
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But something wrong with mana veins. None of them cultivated. And even some of them are highly damaged. For this body using mana is impossible in this situation.]
After scanning his body and finding nothing about a fatal injury, the young man changed his focus from his body to his brain or more specifically where his and old owner's memories overlapped.
[As I guess, the brain was shocked and traumatized because of joining my memories to old memories. And, to protect itself it is trying to fix the situation by destroying foreign memories.
But old memories don't have the power to destroy my memories because they don't connect to a soul anymore. On the other hand, my soul doesn't have the power to destroy old memories because it used most of its power to protect itself during space travel.
So both sides are in a situation like rejecting each other but at the same time unable to dominate the other side. If things go like that both sides will be damaged, permanently.
At least the situation doesn't look as bad as I thought. I thought the old owner's soul might be still inside the body but looks like his soul totally passed away.
To tell the truth I'm relieved. Otherwise, I would have taken possession of a still-living body and from that moment on, we would have to fight until one of our souls was left alive.]
His gloomy face finally relaxed after he saw the real situation. It seemed that the prospect of having to fight another soul and destroy it was quite upsetting for him.
As a matter of fact, it was very obvious who would emerge victorious from the soul war with the soul power he had possessed. After all, he was the world protector of the earth for centuries.
Please... A fight between a world protector and someone not cultivated mana veins. It would be more absurd than a fight for the title between a heavyweight boxing champion and a 5 years old kid.
After his worries disappeared the young man focused on the area of overlapped memories again.
[Looks like the only problem left is which path I will choose to fix this problem.
I can secure my memories' safety and integrate the old owner's memories into mine but this way both souls' memories will be equal. And with time I will forget who really I am. Even I might think that all of this is a dream.
On the other hand, I can destroy the old owner's memories but destroying memories always damages the brain, no matter how properly done. And healing from brain damage is a long and difficult process. I already have to fix the problem with damaged mana veins and additionally dealing with brain damage would be difficult.]
The young man's relaxed face became gloomy again when he faced the new problem and without being aware his brows furrowed. Just looking at him you could see that he was in a serious dilemma.
Considering the situation the young man was in, after thinking for a long time young man closed his eyes and exhaled a deep breath.
---Huuuu...
When he opened his eye again you couldn't see any sign of dilemma he was in on his face. On the contrary, you could see only one thing in his shining silver color pupils; determination.
[Fine I will not destroy your old memories but I can't keep them in the brain's main storage area. My original memories will be placed in the main storage area and for your memories, I will create an area in the brain's backside and store them there. It will take time but this way I will be able to access your memories whenever I want.
Also, if I encounter something evocative of your memories, they will spontaneously surface. In this way, I will not have to be a fish out of water in this new world I came to. Although considering that this body belongs to someone who had just drowned, I am probably no different from a fish out of the water right now. Ha ha.
Jokes aside, I really hate to use somebody else's body and spy on his memories without his permission but promise to you; I... as a world pro... as a former world protector of the earth if you have an unfinished business, regret, dream, and revenge before you leave this world, I will make it all happen for you.
In this way, you can rest in peace without keeping your eyes behind. And as someone who has taken over your body and memories, I can walk on my own path with a clear conscience.]
"Goodbye... and rest in peace."
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