The Wealthy Tycoon's Game of Life

Chapter 1528: Chapter 607: Memory Palace

Zhou Wang was self-aware.

Even though now, after a baptism of knowledge and increased experience, he was no longer that clear-minded yet foolish college student,

he was essentially just a mediocre member among all living beings. Without any cheats, he’d struggle to become a comfortably-off middle class in this life, but could never have achieved today’s accomplishments.

Since this matter has already exceeded his capability, he can only cheat.

After a period of accumulation, the items in the system were a dazzling array—

[Caroline’s original silk stockings], [Caroline’s Dream Knit Underwear], [Wang Ruxi’s cigarette box], [Basic Resume], [Jiang Mo’s Soul Greeting Card], [Su Yajing’s Wish List], [Evelyn’s Desire Manual], [Yasuo’s Guide to Happiness], [Shen Yutong’s Gem Atlas]...

However, most seemed inapplicable to the current situation.

After a moment of hesitation, Zhou Wang finally focused on two items.

[Jhin’s Stage Costume]

[Yongen’s Demon Mask]

These two items were rewards from completing the [Hidden Round] in Magic City. Zhou Wang had never used them, but they seemed just right now.

Zhou Wang flipped his hand, and a beautifully crafted mask with silver-red luster and two horns on top appeared in his hand.

The only thing that made Zhou Wang hesitate was, according to the system’s notes, this mask might also contain some sort of side effects, because it’s an ”item of god” and a mortal body cannot withstand it.

[If you wear the mask long enough, you’ll forget the face behind it]

The side effects seem to be concealed within this explanation.

Interpreted literally, it might mean becoming less and less like oneself, or birthing a twisted second personality or something...

But the mask’s function, even just the literal meaning, is exceptionally powerful.

[When wearing this mask, the host will temporarily gain extraordinary thinking abilities and can open the ”Memory Palace”]

Zhou Wang thought, even if it doesn’t compare to his ”joker avatar,” it should be infinitely close.

In this state, he’d surely come up with a solution easily.

”Wearing it for just a few minutes shouldn’t cause any issues.”

Zhou Wang muttered briefly, then stopped hesitating and gently pressed the mask onto his face.

A chill sensation came forth, and the moment the mask touched Zhou Wang’s face, it seemed to melt like a pool of liquid silver and disappear without a trace.

Yet, Zhou Wang was too taken with this mysterious change.

Boom!

He felt his mind explode in an instant, with his thinking escalating rapidly, as if he had risen to an incomprehensible height. He saw the withering and flourishing of plants, the growth of all things, the rivers rushing into the oceans, skyscrapers rising from the ground, and the busy masses like ants amid them...

He was like an indifferent deity, overlooking this world.

This state might have persisted for two or three seconds before Zhou Wang’s thoughts rapidly descended back to the study in the presidential suite.

At a closer look, nothing seemed to have changed about Zhou Wang, but if one shifted focus to his eyes, they’d find a deep and inhuman coldness within.

”Memory Palace?”

Zhou Wang muttered to himself. The next moment, he closed his eyes, and his consciousness appeared in a dream-like space.

Before his eyes was like a massive library, rows of bookshelves scattered in a completely white hall. The magical part was that the covers of those books were flowing patterns, featuring various images, mostly from different periods of Zhou Wang, with a portion being various knowledge Zhou Wang once assimilated.

”From my birth till the age of 22, all experiences are stored here as 3D projections. If I wish, I can revisit all memories, including every detail of that time...”

Realization dawned upon Zhou Wang as he casually extracted a book from the shelf in front of him.

[June 8, 2009]

This was the title of the booklet.

As Zhou Wang opened the book, an immense projection appeared instantly, portraying a 7-year-old Zhou Wang in children’s wear.

The backdrop was an old rural area, under a blue sky. Zhou Wang and a little girl, with delicate features, were sitting on a field ridge playing with mud.

While playing, Zhou Wang turned to the girl and said, ”Linlin, do you want to be my concubine?”

”What’s a concubine?”

Still unclear in speech, the little girl turned to ask.

”Like... if you become my concubine, we’ll be the best in the world!”

The 7-year-old Zhou Wang used what he thought was the most fitting explanation.

”Sure, sure!”

Upon hearing the girl’s agreement, Zhou Wang mimicked television scenes, holding down the confused little girl and kissed her on the lips.

Even though the present Zhou Wang didn’t feel much emotion, he couldn’t help but twitch his lips upon seeing this scene.

Am I so exceptionally gifted, starting to be a jerk at age 7...

He closed the book and continued walking.

year, 3 years, 9 years, 14 years, 17 years, 20 years...

As he kept browsing, Zhou Wang seemed to be reevaluating his life, discovering many details he never noticed at the time.

”Was my primary school English teacher really this pretty? And if I’m not mistaken, she seemed to dislike wearing underwear.”

”My junior high ’girlfriend’ actually came from such a good family, even owning a Bentley back then, missed an opportunity to cling to a rich woman...”

”Dad, that day, actually went for a secret foot massage, thinking he’d been so honest his whole life, never done anything like this.”