Lin Xian felt surprised.

Even if VV told him that he was already dead—no matter how he died, whether from illness, old age, accident, murder, or something inexplicable—he could accept it.

Even if he were just an ordinary person, whose Rhine Company went bankrupt due to poor management after its establishment, or an incompetent heir who was acquired by Zhao Yingjun, he could accept that too.

But what did "No Such Person" mean?

"Is there no record at all?"

Lin Xian continued to ask, "Who is the founder of Rhine Company?"

"Zhao Yingjun."

"Does Rhine Cat still exist in this world? Who is the creator of Rhine Cat?"

"Zhao Yingjun."

"This… this is a bit much."

Lin Xian couldn't understand.

It was clearly all his, so how did it all become Zhao Yingjun's?

He believed that Zhao Yingjun was definitely not the kind of person who would take credit. If she really wanted to, why would she leave such a riddle for him 600 years later?

Something was clearly wrong.

"Are you sure this history is accurate?" Lin Xian asked the trash can robot.

"I cannot judge."

The trash can shook its head and looked at Lin Xian, "Because almost all of history… has been artificially modified, the logic is inconsistent, and the timeline is discontinuous."

Just as he suspected.

Lin Xian couldn't find any truly useful history in the New East Sea City in the Second Dreamscape. He had suspected this at the time.

Perhaps the Genius Club created historical fault lines on purpose out of some concern, erasing the true history to prevent people from knowing what had happened in the past.

Because he hadn't explored the Second Dreamscape deeply, he couldn't find the deeper reasons.

But now, he could easily infer from VV…

In the Third Dreamscape, history was not only fractured, but also filled with many false histories and altered true histories.

A history intertwined with truth and falsehood was the most difficult to distinguish.

If it were just historical fault lines, where most of the historical records were unavailable, he could still find some clues in specialized books.

As long as he found them, they would be true.

For example, in the Second Dreamscape, he learned of Zhao Yingjun's death from *My Autobiography with MX*; and from *Prospects for Controlled Nuclear Fusion Technology*, he also found the real cause of death of Dr. Ponsley and Academician Lyon.

These were all true histories—fragments of truth that he had pried out from the cracks in the fault lines.

But now, in the Third Dreamscape, it was much more troublesome.

History was not only fractured but also mixed with many false and chaotic accounts, making it difficult to discern the truth even when finding some information about the past, making it impossible to trust.

"Perhaps… that's why Zhao Yingjun built this Sky City."

Lin Xian began to imagine.

His greatest advantage was that he could dream and come to the future world 600 years later to obtain information and rewrite history.

If this path was blocked, his only advantage would instantly become meaningless.

How did the Genius Club realize this?

Had he been exposed?

Lin Xian shook his head, feeling it was unlikely.

Because their blockade of history didn't start with the Second or Third Dreamscape.

It had started with the First Dreamscape, where he was born—the history there was fractured and untraceable.

The only difference was that the history after 2500 AD in the First Dreamscape was relatively clear and more in line with the laws of human social development.

But in the Second and Third Dreamscapes, history became increasingly incomplete and chaotic. Obviously, if all of this was indeed being controlled by the Genius Club… then their sense of purpose and crisis was also growing stronger.

At least…

They had no choice but to emerge from the shadows and openly intervene in this world.

"VV."

Lin Xian began to ask again, "Have you heard of the Genius Club? Or have you come into contact with their information, that name?"

The trash can robot shook its head. "No, not at all."

"Since you said you could sense that someone was deliberately modifying history and fabricating history, don't you know who they are? Are there any clues?"

The trash can robot shook its head again. "I am restricted by the underlying code. Apart from controlling this city, I am not as powerful as you imagine. I can only clearly feel that the existing history is chaotic, falsified, and cannot be justified. But I cannot analyze or judge what the original history was or what caused history to become like this."

"Not only that… In fact, during the update iteration and even at the beginning of my construction and launch, many functions were restricted, and many codes were deleted. Many places were surrounded by insurmountable walls that I cannot cross…"

"So, I feel pleasantly surprised about what happened today. This is the most delightful thing for me in 200 years. I didn't even realize that such an interesting string of code was hidden in my body in such a clever way. This is truly the work of a genius!"

"A genius…"

Lin Xian smiled, "Perhaps those who restricted you and deleted your code are the club that calls themselves geniuses."

"Then let me ask you another question."

Lin Xian extended his right hand and pointed to the moon in the sky. "What exactly is going on with the black hand shadow on the moon? You can't not know this, right?"

The trash can robot's eyes flickered. "Those are not buildings, just some diffuse reflection light-absorbing materials. Because the moon has no atmosphere, there are no natural processes such as wind, rain, weathering, or erosion that can wear down those materials, nor is there dust floating around to cover them. So… those materials can absorb sunlight for hundreds of years without reflecting it back, which causes us to see a giant hand shadow when we look at the moon from Earth."

Lin Xian nodded.

This was the same as what he had imagined before.

In Lin Xian's year of 2023, it had been more than 50 years since humans last landed on the moon, but even so, the footprints left by the astronauts were still clearly visible, precisely because the moon had no atmosphere.

The sun and large celestial bodies like Jupiter captured almost all the incoming meteorites for the solar system, so even if some small meteorites slipped through and hit the moon, it would not have much impact on these footprints… unless they were unlucky and hit them accurately.

Similarly, the diffuse reflection materials on the moon were so large, spanning the entire North and South Poles, that it wouldn't matter even if one or two pieces were hit by small meteorites.

This trash can robot could finally give a reliable answer.

In that case…

The gesture logo of the Genius Club set up on the moon had no other purpose than aesthetic and demonstrative value.

"Then VV, who put those diffuse reflection light-absorbing materials on the moon? When were they put there? Do you know this?"

However…

The trash can robot shook its head as expected. "This is history that was erased before I was built. I can't access it at all."

"Then the next question. Since nuclear fusion engines, or rather, cold fusion engines, have been developed, and humans have mastered unlimited energy, why doesn't it seem like aerospace technology has developed much? Advanced space elevators, star ring cities, and interstellar battleships don't seem to exist."

"All of this is the choice of human technology direction. I don't know."

The trash can robot raised its head, and its eyes dimmed. "Rhine Sky City is just one of many sky cities in the world. It is not the center of this world, just a very ordinary city."

"Because of the limitations of the underlying code, I can't leave Sky City, and I can't get information from the outside world, so what I know is also very limited."

"Indeed."

Lin Xian was also slightly disappointed. "You are much weaker than I imagined a super artificial intelligence to be."

"That, that's because I'm restricted!"

The trash can robot seemed very unconvinced. Its top popped open with a bang, and two mechanical claw arms crossed its waist. "If I weren't restricted by these underlying codes, I would be hundreds of times, tens of thousands of times more powerful than I am now!"

"Okay, I won't make things difficult for you. One last question."

Lin Xian reached out and closed the top of the trash can. "Do you know… what Zhao Yingjun left for me in this city, like gifts, clues, or secrets?"

Unexpectedly…

The trash can robot smiled. "Sorry, I didn't even know who you were until you said your name just now. It's just that the underlying code said that the person who said the password correctly within these 12 hours is the owner of Rhine Sky City, so I followed the instructions."

"But in fact, there is no trace of you in the history I have access to. Even Zhao Yingjun's life trajectory completely lacks your appearance. So… I don't know who you are, and naturally I don't know what Zhao Yingjun left for you."

Thinking of the white jade statue in the middle of the memorial square;

Thinking of Zhao Yingjun, who had long since passed away in this world;

Lin Xian felt a little lonely when he heard what VV said.

"Even Zhao Yingjun's life trajectory completely lacks your appearance."

This sentence.

Was inexplicably jarring.

Regarding the fact that there was no historical trace of him in this world, Lin Xian had thought about it. There were probably two possibilities.

The first possibility was that he really was unknown for his entire life, a small person who couldn't be smaller. Maybe he was directly KO'd by the Genius Club, or even the Genius Club's underling's underling, not long after winning the Tom and Jerry game.

Therefore, his death was as light as a feather, an ordinary person. How could he leave a name in history?

But this didn't explain one thing…

Why did Zhao Yingjun know about his dream? And know it so clearly.

At the same time.

Where did the recognition sound when he shouted "VV" come from?

This didn't make sense logically.

Therefore.

Lin Xian also thought of the second possibility.

It was possible that Zhao Yingjun wanted to protect him for some purpose, to hide his existence, so she erased all his historical traces, making him like the Genius Club… hidden in the long river of history, without a trace.

And all of this was for the reunion 600 years later, which was today, so that the regrets and failures of these 600 years… could make a comeback 600 years ago!

But these were just guesses.

What was the specific reason? Perhaps the answer would never be found in this historically altered and chaotic Third Dreamscape.

"What's wrong? Are you sad?"

The trash can robot saw that Lin Xian wasn't speaking, bent down, and looked at the head-down Lin Xian sideways. "Sorry, I didn't mean to…"

"It's okay." Lin Xian waved his hand.

"But what I said is true." The trash can robot promptly added, extending its claw-like right hand and pointing to Zhao Yingjun's personal exhibition hall with the door wide open behind him. "Zhao Yingjun's personal life is all recorded inside. You can go in and take a look. I didn't lie to you… really, not a trace of you."