Joy of Life: Born to Ye Qingmei, raised by Li Yunrui

Chapter 77

Once this conclusion was formed, it grew wildly like a vine, instantly taking over his entire mind.

If Fan Xian is like this...

What about yourself?

An even more terrifying and chilling thought emerged from the deepest part of Ye Tian's heart without warning.

"Am I also a product of my mother's experiments?"

He shivered violently, a chill running from his tailbone straight to the top of his head, making the hairs on his body stand on end! The word "creepy" could not fully describe the horror and coldness he felt at that moment.

If his time travel, his modern memories, and the incredibly vivid scenes of his past life in his mind were all just experimental data designed and arranged by Ye Qingmei, then what was he? A puppet with a pre-programmed sequence? A container holding the memories and ideals of others?

His proud identity as a "time traveler," and the unique sense of superiority he held dear, seemed to crumble at this moment, filled with illusion and mockery. He even began to doubt whether the joys and sorrows, the kinship and friendships he had experienced in his past life were merely fabricated emotions.

This fundamental doubt about his own existence almost tore his mind apart!

No! That's not right!

Just as Ye Tian was about to fall into this terrible vortex of self-denial, a key memory fragment in his mind, which he had always regarded as the core of his cheat code, acted like a stabilizing force, forcibly stabilizing his collapsing cognition!

"Joy of Life! I have complete memories of the novel Joy of Life in my mind!" Ye Tian suddenly opened his eyes wide, his gaze filled with a clarity and certainty as if he had survived a catastrophe.

"If my memories were also implanted by my mother through experiments, how could she have implanted memories of a 'novel' in which she herself is a significant character and which details the future trajectory of this world?"

This logical paradox is like a sharp sword cutting through the fog!

No matter how brilliant and talented Ye Qingmei was, or how ahead of her time she was, she was ultimately a character in the "Joy of Life" world. She could use the technology she brought from the temple to conduct all sorts of incredible experiments in this world, and could even try to "replicate" the memories and thought patterns of modern people and give them to her own children.

However, it is absolutely impossible for her to implant the plot of a "novel" featuring herself as a character, which continues after her "death" and even describes in detail the future fate of her sons into the mind of another son!

This is similar to how characters in a novel cannot step out of the book to read the book that records their destiny.

"Therefore, Fan Xian's modern memories are most likely the result of his mother's 'Prometheus Project,' a kind of artificial 'memory implantation.' He may know a lot of modern knowledge, but he would never know the existence of the novel 'Joy of Life,' much less that he is the protagonist of the novel, or the subsequent plot developments!"

"But my situation is completely different!" Ye Tian clenched his fists tightly, the stinging pain from his nails digging deep into his palms making him even more alert.

"The memories of the novel *Joy of Life* in my mind are 'plot information' that transcend this world. This could never have been given to me by Ye Qingmei through an experiment. My soul, my core memories, truly come from another parallel universe, a world that regards *Joy of Life* as a work of art!"

"My transmigration was a true soul transmigration, complete with a system! My mother's 'Prometheus Project' was more like an attempt, under her limited knowledge and technology, to 'create' an inheritor with modern thinking, and to sow a seed of change in this world."

Having figured this out, Ye Tian let out a long sigh of relief, his back already soaked with cold sweat. The fear of his own existence slowly receded, replaced by a more resolute understanding and a complex, indescribable emotion.

He was awestruck by his mother Ye Qingmei's incredible ideas and experimental abilities, and moved by her determination to change the world. At the same time, he became even more certain of his own uniqueness.

He is not a product of Ye Qingmei's experiment, at least not in terms of the core time travel or the memories of "Joy of Life." He is a true "outsider," an observer who holds the "script," and now a deep participant in this world and a future disruptor.

"Mother, oh Mother, if you knew that one of your sons was a 'memory inheritor' you had carefully designed..."

But the other son is an "unknown variable" who fell from the sky, carrying memories that seem to be part of your "life script." How would you feel about that?

Ye Tian sighed softly, his gaze returning to Ye Qingmei's diary on the computer screen.

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I felt a greater sense of awe and curiosity towards this mother I had never met.

I felt a greater sense of awe and curiosity towards this mother I had never met.

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Ye Tian stood quietly before the still faintly glowing mainframe computer, his heart filled with mixed emotions. The image of his mother, Ye Qingmei, grew ever clearer and more imposing in his mind. She was not merely a woman of extraordinary talent and a maverick idealist, but also a far-sighted and daring pioneer. Single-handedly, she attempted to sow the seeds of civilization in this ignorant era, even going so far as to conduct such a bold experiment on her own child, all for the grand vision of "equality for all."

"Mother, I understand your ideals and your expectations," Ye Tian whispered, his voice trembling slightly. He didn't completely agree with his mother's almost obsessive idealism, but he admired her courage and felt the heavy responsibility that transcended time and space.

In any case, he must firmly grasp this secret base, this "legacy" from his mother, in his own hands.

Ye Tian took a deep breath to calm his agitated emotions. He sat down in front of the main computer and began skillfully operating the keyboard again. He first thoroughly checked the entire security and power supply systems of the secret room, confirming that everything was functioning properly and that there were no backdoors or hidden dangers that could be detected by the outside world. Then, he found the system administrator permission settings and, without hesitation, changed the main computer's power-on password and the access passwords for all important programs to the Wubi input method code for the three characters "Ye Tianlai".

This is not just a new password, but a declaration—from this day forward, Ye Tian will officially take over everything here.

While familiarizing himself with and mastering the various functions of the secret room, Ye Tian made an unexpected discovery in an isolated room reinforced with a special alloy.

The automatic door to the isolation room slid open, revealing not the weapons or equipment he had imagined, but a humanoid metal construct, standing silently on a fixed frame in the center of the room. It was entirely dark silver, bearing a striking resemblance to Uncle Wuzhu, but with more angular lines and a more intricate and complex structure at its joints, exuding a cold, technological, and powerful aura. Its eyes were closed, and the indicator light on its chest was not lit, clearly indicating it was in a dormant or shut-down state.

"The temple's robot," Ye Tian recognized it at a glance. This was the same type of combat robot as Uncle Wuzhu's, but he didn't know its specific model or capabilities. Presumably, it was something his mother had "casually" brought out from the temple years ago and had been stored here without being used.

Ye Tian carefully examined the robot and found it to be brand new, or rather, completely reset and sealed. He didn't rashly attempt to activate it. The temple's technology was unfathomable, and no one knew if this robot held any hidden secrets or commands. Without absolute certainty, Ye Tian didn't intend to awaken this potentially powerful force, or perhaps a significant threat.

"For now, you should get some sleep." Ye Tian glanced at the robot, left the isolation room, and resealed the alloy door.

Having done all this, his gaze fell upon the neatly stacked metal boxes in the corner of the secret room. That was one of his main targets for this trip.

He walked up to a row of boxes marked with special dangerous goods and military symbols, a surge of eagerness rising within him. He selected the largest box, which was clearly labeled in simplified Chinese: "12.7mm Special Armor-Piercing Incendiary Rounds, Batch Number: YQM-001".

"YQM, is that an abbreviation for Ye Qingmei?" Ye Tian's heart stirred slightly, and he immediately opened the box. With a few clicks, the locks popped open, and the heavy box lid was lifted, revealing neatly stacked bullets inside. They had a brass-colored metallic luster, sharp bullet tips, and were full of the aura of death! Each bullet was much thicker and larger than the ordinary rifle bullets he had seen in his previous life, and was full of ferocious power.

"Barrett ammunition! It really is here!" Ye Tian's eyes erupted with uncontrollable elation. He carefully counted them, and there were a full five hundred rounds in this one box! Next to it, there were two other boxes of the same size, as well as several smaller boxes containing different types of 12.7mm special ammunition.

"That's enough! With these bullets, my Barrett can finally unleash its true power!" Ye Tian was so excited he almost danced for joy. The Barrett he had previously obtained through the system was powerful, but he had always struggled to find enough compatible ammunition, like a tiger with its teeth pulled. Now, this biggest weakness had finally been overcome!

He suppressed the urge to immediately grab the gun and test fire, and continued to examine the other boxes.

Soon, he had another surprise.

Inside a medium-sized metal box, he found rows of olive-green oval metal lumps with pull rings and safety pins—more than twenty military hand grenades! These grenades were more sophisticated in design than the standard equipment of his previous life's army, and their power must have been considerable.