"Activate Space Window."
Whoosh.
The blue glow returned.
This time, she didn't hesitate.
She touched Memory Vault.
At once, streams of light opened up—floating images of her reading, laughing, answering questions in class, scenes from tuition, even the faces of teachers explaining topics she'd half-forgotten. A timeline appeared—chapters she once understood, now buried under stress.
Each memory hovered like a bubble, ready to be touched, re-learned.
Her eyes widened.
"Ready to restore forgotten knowledge?" the voice asked.
She nodded.
"Yes. Let's begin."
Absolutely! Here's Chapter 6 of your web novel — where Banni begins to heal her academic weaknesses using the Memory Vault, and discovers that her abilities in different subjects require different kinds of help.
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Chapter 6: The Subject of Struggles
Inside the glowing Memory Vault, Banni stood still, her breath caught in wonder.
Images and glowing memory spheres floated around her — small moments from her school life, lessons half-remembered, lectures she had heard but never fully absorbed.
A warm light hovered gently above her head as the voice spoke:
"Subject Analysis in Progress..."
One by one, the memory bubbles began grouping together.
Kannada — bright, vibrant orbs — shimmered with confidence.
Hindi — elegant, well-formed images — followed closely behind.
But then…
Science.
Math.
Social Studies.
The orbs here were dimmer, scattered, incomplete. Some cracked. Some flickering with static.
"Status: Core weakness detected. Kannada and Hindi are strong zones. Other subjects: minimal clarity, low retention, partial understanding."
Banni sighed. "Yeah... I know. I barely scraped through last time. I don't even remember the formulas properly."
"Solution: Customized Restoration Path."
The memory vault shifted.
Now, a set of three glowing doors appeared in front of her—each labeled differently.
Door 1: Math – Logic Calibration Zone
Door 2: Science – Sensory Immersion Room
Door 3: Social Studies – Timeline Thread Room
Banni blinked. "What is this?"
"Each subject requires a different type of memory reactivation. You cannot study them all the same way. Step into one zone. We begin now."
She hesitated.
Then stepped toward the Math door, the one she feared most.
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Inside, the space transformed completely.
Bright white walls with glowing number patterns stretched in every direction. Floating blackboards appeared, with questions from her previous class tests. Mistakes highlighted in red. Correct answers outlined in green. Animated explanations unfolded in front of her — not boring or confusing like in school, but vivid, alive.
Suddenly, a simple voice echoed across the space:
"Zero is not nothing. It's power. It's the point where change begins."
A wave of understanding flowed through her.
The same formula she had stared at blankly last week suddenly made sense.
She smiled—truly smiled—for the first time while doing math.
After an hour inside the vault (only ten minutes in the real world), the voice returned.
"Basic clarity restored. Repeat zone for mastery recommended later. Would you like to enter next subject room?"
Banni hesitated, her body pulsing with mental energy.
"Yes," she whispered.
And the Science door opened…
The Science door opened with a soft hum.
Banni stepped through—and gasped.
She was no longer in her room.
Around her stretched an endless, glowing lab—vast fields of space filled with stars, molecules, pulsing atoms, and floating glass beakers. It wasn't a classroom. It was like walking inside the very heart of science itself.
A holographic panel lit up in front of her:
Chapter Selected: Life Processes
Focus: Photosynthesis, Respiration, Circulation
Learning Mode: Sensory Immersion
Banni blinked. "What does that mean?"
"It means you will no longer memorize… You will experience," the voice replied.
In the blink of an eye, everything around her shifted.
She was suddenly tiny, standing on the surface of a leaf. The sun's rays filtered above, and beneath her feet, green chloroplasts sparkled.
A gentle current of air carried carbon dioxide into invisible pores. Water molecules rose from roots below, pulled upward by suction force. She watched, amazed, as light energy turned into food in real-time.
She could feel the gentle rhythm of life pulsing through every cell.
"So… this is photosynthesis," she whispered.
"Correct. You are not just remembering. You are living it."
Next, she floated into the circulatory system—a massive red tunnel where blood cells zipped past her like race cars. Oxygen molecules clung to hemoglobin. She could hear the thud-thud of a beating heart, deep and steady.
She reached out and touched a red blood cell—it responded like a friendly helper.
Then she was in the lungs, watching gas exchange, feeling oxygen pass through walls of alveoli, being swept away by flowing plasma.
Science had never felt like this.
Never made sense like this.
After what felt like hours—but had only been 15 minutes in the real world—Banni returned to the central vault. She was glowing. Energized. Alive.
The voice returned, gentle and proud.
"Restoration: 58% complete. Confidence level: increased. Would you like to continue with Social Studies next?"
Banni paused.
She looked down at her hands, still tingling with excitement.
"I… I think I want to rest. Just for now."
"Understood. Say the word: 'Exit Magical Space' when ready."
She smiled softly.
"Exit Magical Space."
And the vault vanished.
She opened her eyes.
Her brother was still fast asleep.
The room was quiet again. The clock ticked calmly.
But inside her, something had changed forever.
The next day at school
"Banni!" Kriti whispered. "You're early again?!"
Banni smiled. She sat calmly and pulled out her notes. "I revised already."
Kriti's jaw dropped. "Already? But we just—"
Before she could finish, the teacher walked in with a set of question papers.
"Surprise unit test today," she said. "Let's see how ready you are."
The class groaned.
Banni simply took the paper… and smiled.
Perfect! Here's Chapter 8 of your web novel — Banni's magical progress continues quietly while she's still at school, and now it's time for a break… but her calmness doesn't go unnoticed.
Chapter 8: Between Lessons and Secrets
The second class ended with the sharp clang of the school bell.
It was time for the short break.
Banni stretched gently in her seat, her fingers brushing the edges of her notebook. Her mind felt fresh, as if she hadn't just sat through two back-to-back revision periods. The Memory Vault had done something real—something powerful.
She wasn't drained. She wasn't distracted.
She was... fine.
That alone felt like magic.
As students jumped from their seats, unwrapping snacks and exchanging gossip, Banni calmly took out her steel tiffin box from her bag.
"Akki rotti again," she said to herself with a small smile. Amma always packed it when she was worried—comfort food. Warm, simple, grounding.
Kriti dropped into the seat beside her, biting into a sandwich. "Okay, now you have to tell me what's going on."
Banni blinked. "What do you mean?"
"You were half-dead last week. You looked like you were going to burst into tears every time someone said 'exam.' And now? You're sitting here like some kind of peaceful monk."