The Strongest Brain in the Interstellar

Jiang Hui didn’t like working in the study; she mainly used it as a private library for her collection of books. Most of the room, which was over ten square meters, was filled with shelves of books. There was only a small table by the window for her reading. Now, the outside of the window was also pitch black, with no other scenery in sight.

However, Jiang Hui didn’t pay attention to these things; instead, she was shocked—where had all the books she had collected gone?!

All nine bookshelves of various sizes in the room were completely empty. The shelves were so clean that it looked even more bare than when she had first bought them—after all, there might have been a manual left on top when they were new.

Jiang Hui’s mind went blank. Where were her books?

Even seeing it with her own eyes, she still found it hard to believe. She walked seriously over to the shelves and examined them carefully, only to ultimately confirm that all the books were gone, with the only item left being the calendar hanging by the window.

Jiang Hui felt a rush of anger surge to her head, and her entire brain felt numb, struggling to take a breath.

It could be said that the impact of discovering that she had returned here was nothing compared to this moment.

As she stepped out of the study, her footsteps felt almost like they were floating, “floating” back to the living room. Jiang Hui felt as if everything around her had lost meaning; her life no longer had any sense of purpose.

Looking at the living room where the computer screen remained fixed on the mutated interstellar test tube from the earlier experiment, Jiang Hui suddenly had an idea. What if she tried to think about it—would the books come clattering back? Maybe it was simply because she hadn’t thought about them.

Well, she could give it a try.

Unfortunately, it seemed like… it was a failure. Jiang Hui tried various ways of thinking, whether it was about “the books in the library,” “a dazzling array of books,” or recalling the general order and categories of the bookshelves… The computer screen didn’t respond at all.

Instead, when she just briefly thought about the vase that used to be on the desk in the study, that item suddenly appeared with a “thud” in the study.

This made Jiang Hui more convinced that the books in the room should be retrievable; perhaps her belief just wasn’t strong enough.

So she put in more effort, but in the end, it was still the same—she couldn’t bring back even a book cover, let alone the books themselves. This left her feeling quite dejected, as she had thought she would be able to retrieve her precious library quickly.

Wait a minute… Maybe it was the wrong approach. She couldn’t just expect to do it all at once; perhaps she needed to be more specific, to think of the books one by one.

Let her think about what books were in her library.

Sigh, Jiang Hui had always been a bit careless by nature, usually only focusing on the results and rarely paying attention to the finer details. For example, when it came to reading, she wouldn’t look for recommendations. She chose books casually, buying whatever caught her eye. If she found a book appealing, she would pick it up to read, and if she enjoyed it, she would set it aside properly.

But she hardly ever bothered to remember book titles, unless it was a book that she had read so many times that it was almost worn out. Most of the time, she only needed a general impression after glancing through them.

So now, this was unfortunate; asking her to pull out a specific book—she really couldn’t think of one at the moment.

After all, if she didn’t even remember the titles, how could she recall the shapes, colors, and layouts of the books in detail? This presented a big problem: she hardly remembered the titles of those books and wasn’t quite sure. Even for the titles she was somewhat certain of, she didn’t remember the colors or patterns… In short, she suddenly found this task quite difficult.

If it was so hard to remember just one book, even if she managed to retrieve it… she still couldn’t recall all of her books! She really was only responsible for reading and didn’t have the ability to remember everything she saw.

Jiang Hui felt like the fire in her heart, which had been blazing fiercely, was suddenly dimming, nearly extinguished. What was she even doing here? It felt like an impossible task.

Finally, she picked out an old book from her memories. To be honest, she didn’t expect that the deepest-seated book in her memory would turn out to be this one. It truly was a “you wouldn’t believe it if you didn’t experience it” kind of moment.

She repeated the previous “materialization” steps, and this time the computer immediately responded.

After spending some time, this time it truly worked. Jiang Hui walked around the study and saw a familiar book appear on the farthest bookshelf. So, it seemed she really did need to retrieve them one by one.

Jiang Hui took down the pristine-looking book, feeling somewhat complicated. Aside from its condition, which differed from her memory, everything else was exactly the same.

Strictly speaking, this book wasn’t one she bought herself; it was an introductory book her mother had given her when she was a child, and it had been around her longer than this house had existed.

In truth, she didn’t particularly love this book, but at that time, when resources were scarce, a small book like this was quite precious. She didn’t know how many times she had flipped through it. Every little story and illustration inside was clear in her memory.

She still remembered the silly expression on the cover with the goofy donkey, alongside the big letters saying “Little Events, Big Principles.” To be honest, it really didn’t seem very persuasive.

However, looking at it now made her feel quite nostalgic. She stared at the donkey’s face and couldn’t help but flick it with her finger. Then she opened the book, intending to appreciate the stories she hadn’t read in years… Huh? What is this?!

Jiang Hui was dumbfounded. She frantically flipped back through more than ten pages, and it was still blank.

Then, still in disbelief, she began flipping through the pages like a comic book, only to find that every single page was blank. This was a completely blank book—except for the cover.

The girl’s face was blank, and her hand holding the book involuntarily dropped. What is this? Could it be…

She took the book and rushed out of the living room to the mutated computer.

Then she opened the blank title page and stared at the layout that seemed to confirm the book’s title. The next moment, a line of text indeed appeared on the page, just as she had thought.

And once again, the computer screen updated, displaying the fourth line.

However, this time she didn’t bother trying to interpret that garbled line; instead, she dejectedly sank into her office chair.

So it was indeed necessary to manifest page by page in order to restore it; otherwise, she would only end up with emptiness.

Just like with this book: if she only thought about the concept of a book, she couldn’t produce anything, but when she focused on one she had a memory of, it would come to life—though only to the extent that she remembered it and could think of it. Anything she hadn’t thought of, like the content inside similar books, naturally wouldn’t manifest.

What the heck? This isn’t a space where thoughts come to life; it’s more like a creation space, and a rather laborious one at that.

It sounds impressive, but the problem is that this thing is utterly useless in Jiang Hui’s hands. She hadn’t even figured out where she was, why she was here, or how to escape this strange predicament.

What is she supposed to do with this? Could it be that she can create a new world here and become a god of creation again?

A prophecy fulfilled; it is both fate and destiny.