The Combat Rooster, this silly creature, had no clue what had just happened. But upon coming out and seeing its master filled with joy, it also hopped and skipped along, much like a merry goat.

However, just after having erased Derek Kun Shen’s memories, Chen Gu suddenly stopped in the hotel corridor. He quickly put the Combat Rooster back into the Dimensional Prison Ring and then ran downstairs at top speed, found his car, and dove in.

Inside the sealed car, isolated from the outside world, Chen Gu lay back, his consciousness immersing itself... Before him appeared that ancient book: *The Past of Four Hundred People*!

The pages turned continuously until they reached Isabella Wu.

Beneath this page, a faint golden light emerged. As inspiration struck, Chen Gu gently turned the page. A dazzling starlight washed over him, and he felt as though he were in the midst of a magnificent and vast cosmic nebula.

This experience of turning the page was different from before, seeming even more impressive and grand, making Chen Gu hold great expectations for the person on this page.

Could it be a high Energy Level Psychological Spy? It has to be more formidable than Lord Gong Shuxu; it would be uninteresting if it’s only Sixth Energy Level...

Lately, His Majesty the Shadow Emperor really was a bit conceited, no longer paying much attention to Lord Gong Shuxu of the Sixth Energy Level.

On the page, the layout was exactly the same as the previous ones, with a portrait of a person in the center.

This person’s clothing was very odd, flamboyant in color, and its style was unclear, looking more like many different colored cloth strips had been haphazardly sewn together and thrown on. The figure was neither tall nor short, neither fat nor thin, without any particularly attractive features.

Yet his movements were exaggerated. With Chen Gu’s eye as a Shadow Emperor, he immediately saw that this body language expressed a strong desire to perform. He was also wearing a ludicrous melon-skin cap, which even had a sparrow embroidered on it with golden thread.

Finally, Chen Gu noticed the man’s eyes. The portrait was incredibly lifelike, and when Chen Gu made eye contact with the man in the painting, he immediately felt mocked. The man’s eyes carried a roguish, teasing expression, as if he were naturally scoffing at others. Such a feeling was bizarre, and Chen Gu couldn’t help but grimace.

Beside the figure’s portrait, the blank spaces contained vast mysterious text descriptions.

On the left side was:

Name: Meng Moshi

Occupation: Multistate Special Agent

Origin: Broken Dream Drama Troupe

Abilities:

State Transformation

Pervasive Influence

Hyper-Solid Self

Plasma Stealth

...

On the right side was:

He might have been the most intolerable Eighth Energy Level being that had ever existed in the Star Sea.

He proclaimed himself as the "Adept of Childlike Whimsy," but in reality, people called him the "Cunning Fox," or the "Mad Evil Lord."

He enjoyed pranking anyone, including those more powerful Ninth Power Level beings.

He has always unwaveringly believed: pranks are the means that best bring the souls of creatures closer together in this world, and he spent his lifetime earnestly practicing this belief.

Because of this, he had his ribs broken twice, a leg once, and an arm once by four different Ninth Power Level individuals.

The Broken Dream Drama Troupe he came from is an organization imbued with a sense of tragedy, comprising individuals who suffered horrible childhoods and, through chance, later became incredibly powerful, freely forming a loose association. Among them were formidable professionals, high-ranking politicians, high-level spies who held many dark secrets, seasoned veterans from numerous battles, and even kings of business empires. They all had psychological issues to some degree, which, ironically, gave them common ground to relate to one another.

Meng Moshi enjoyed bringing joy to others with pranks, but his heart was filled with unspeakable pain. This only made him more addicted to playing pranks, to the point of no return.

What a bunch of nonsensical descriptions. Chen Gu didn’t pay attention to any of it. He only saw four words: Eighth Energy Level!

This was a super-strong being, one step away from reaching the peak, and among professionals, a "Multistate Special Agent" known for being enigmatic and possessing numerous skills! This memory would be enough for Chen Gu to use for a long time.

It’s just a prank, no big deal. Could it be worse than the pica and bulimia that Isabella Wu brought upon me?

So, Chen Gu began to practice in the car, embodying the memories of Meng Moshi. Instantly, a flood of memories rushed into his mind. With prior experience, this time it was somewhat easier for him to bear. However, the memories of an Eighth Energy Level being were far more vast than those he had encountered before, causing him to grimace in pain, clutching his head and curling up in his seat, trembling for a while before he finally adjusted.

However, after he adjusted, just as he was about to try out the skills of the "Multistate Special Agent," he felt an endless, profound sorrow erupt from the depths of his heart!

In an instant, Chen Gu completely broke down, tears streaming uncontrollably down his face. This was the pain from Meng Moshi, stemming from his tragic childhood. He didn’t even dare to recall what had happened in his childhood. He had only one thought: Happiness, laughter, humor... I need these to dilute life’s sorrows!

Then he suddenly thought of a prank he’d pulled before: tricking his three goofy friends.

HAHAHAHA! A wave of cheerfulness washed over him, and he laughed out loud, tears still marking his face. At the same time, he faintly understood why, at this moment, he had turned to the page belonging to Meng Moshi.

After about half an hour of adjustment, Chen Gu finally managed to suppress the sorrow in his heart, but it was as if a voice were still urging in his ear, "Go create some joy!"

PHEW— Chen Gu let out a long breath and started to search through the memories concerning the "Multistate Special Agent," finally fully understanding the profession. Then, Chen Gu found he didn’t even want to practice these skills and quickly withdrew from Meng Moshi’s memories.

He wiped his face, secretly relieved. It’s a good thing nobody saw me, or my ’tough guy’ image as the Shadow Emperor would have crumbled.

He also made a silent resolve: Unless it’s a matter of life and death, I will never easily use the memories of this Eighth Energy Level individual.

The cost is too great...

And Meng Moshi’s memories confirmed it once again: the professionals in *The Past of Four Hundred People* all had various "quirks."

He chuckled wryly and shook his head. Perhaps this book should have another line on its title page: ’Alternate title: Collector of Quirks.’

He issued the command, and the "Fourth Generation Ground Palace" slowly ascended, leaving the hotel to return to base.

On the way, perhaps due to the aftereffects of Meng Moshi’s memories, Chen Gu suddenly developed a perverse sense of humor. He dialed Xingxing’s phone.

The three, still in drunken slumber, were abruptly awakened simultaneously by the loud ring of the phone, leading to a very embarrassing situation!

Chen Gu let the phone ring a few times before hanging up, then called Man Suling.

The little she-wolf’s heart fluttered. Oh my, my idol is calling me so early in the morning! Has he had a change of heart...?