Those distant memories surfaced of being in the soil, in the rainy season, in winter and at the base. When thinking of certain things, he would lean closer to Lu Feng, this person’s fingers touching his mycelium. He seemed to finally be staying quietly with this person and didn’t want to wake up. In the real world, he and Lu Feng could never do this.

However, when he recalled his memories a few hundred times, he still had no dreams and chose to wake up. He found himself alive. Now looking back on that day, he no longer remembered the emotional fluctuations that left many other places blank.

He just remembered he was standing by the door and Lu Feng turned from a lush spring. He stared like this and didn’t dare to go forward. He had too many dreams and fished for the full moon too many times.

Until Lu Feng came to him. He had cried many times when this person was absent. His heart would tremble violently whenever he thought about Lu Feng but at this moment, when he really saw Lu Feng, he couldn’t help smiling.

He reached out to touch Lu Feng’s silhouette. Was this person thin or not? He couldn’t tell. It had been too long, he hadn’t seen this person for too long.

Only then did a line of tears slip from the corners of his eyes. He retracted his hand and stared at Lu Feng, only to be hugged by this man. Lu Feng wiped the tears off his cheeks and his head fell on Lu Feng’s shoulder. An Zhe’s voice was hoarse as he whispered this person’s name.

“It’s me.” Lu Feng stated.

The people in the lab congratulated them. Polly had even brought a person back to life—he couldn’t imagine the principle at all. The people in the laboratory used many terms such as genes, frequencies and samples. He heard it all through a fog but human technology was so amazing that he accepted it.

It had been three years since he jumped into the Simpson Cage. The outside world had calmed down.

The era of genetic confusion ended with a ringing bell and his frequency was sent to the whole world. It was impossible to evaluate if this was good or bad because at that moment, all tangible things were infected by the frequency and gained stability. Humans were always human and monsters were always monsters. They could undergo polymorphic mutations but the governing consciousness was always the master from the moment the bell rang.

As for why this was the case, Polly’s explanation was that after many experiments and comparisons, the frequency resolved by the Simpson Cage was closer to the definition of matter itself.