"Let me try again?"
After hearing the words of the Director of the Purification Bureau, the Aquarius Director couldn't help but take a deep breath, feeling as if his brain was boiling.
*If one were to list the world's pains by severity, having one's memory read by a God-Tier Brain-Eating Demon would definitely rank high.*
*The sensation of that long, purplish-red tumorous tongue gently scraping along the grooves of the brain, slowly extracting memories, was not just the agony of 'self' gradually slipping away but also a torturous physical ordeal.*
The entire memory-reading process felt like having hundreds of burning feet repeatedly stepping between one's legs, aiming at a crucial spot, kicking continuously for several minutes—something no human could endure!
"Impossible! I—"
"I'm sorry, but since it's related to the Watcher's Palace, I have to ask you to try again."
"What if it fails again?"
"Don't worry, it won't fail this time!"
