“What’s this?”
Phainon didn’t immediately reach for it, his gaze fixed on the faintly glowing page.
He couldn’t decipher the golden script that radiated a soft light, its reflection swirling in his pale gold eyes like faint, luminous halos.
“It’s a Memory Imprint I grabbed while that monster was stunned by the electricity,” Cyrene explained, perched on a high-backed chair, her legs swinging playfully in mid-air.
She tilted her head back slightly, her azure eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction.
“When that big guy got knocked out by the current, I started pondering the mechanics of this ability.”
Cyrene extended a finger, tapping lightly in the air as if retracing her logic.
“Since the condition for Memory Imprinting is ‘complete mental vulnerability,’ wouldn’t physical unconsciousness count as an absolute state of ‘defenselessness’?”
She paused, her smile widening.
“So, I tested it on that unfortunate brute.
And the result…”
Leaning forward, Cyrene pressed her fingertip against the golden page and slowly slid it toward Phainon.
“Directly successful!
Phainon, take a look.
This ability…
it’s even more ‘useful’ than I imagined.”
Phainon looked at the page pushed in front of him, a flicker of surprise in his eyes.
He reached out, his fingertip brushing the paper.
A warm sensation flowed from the page into his skin.
Without hesitation.
Rip.
With a soft tearing sound, the golden page split down the middle.
No paper fibers scattered; the moment the page tore, it disintegrated into countless tiny golden sparks.
These sparks, like fireflies drawn by an unseen force, swirled in the air once before diving straight into the center of Phainon’s forehead.
Phainon slowly closed his eyes.
The once-silent Starry Hall seemed to recede into the distance.
In its place, a chaotic, crimson-tinged vision flooded his awareness, accompanied by a cacophony of noise.
It was the monster’s perspective.
At first, it was a blurry, blood-tinged haze, accompanied by the crunch of bones being devoured—the primal instinct to kill.
Then, the vision lurched violently.
A blinding blue light flooded the entire field of vision, punctuated by the Special Bureau Action Group’s enraged roars, the thunder of gunfire, and the final crackle of electricity.
Agony?
No.
Phainon frowned slightly as he absorbed the memory.
When the high-voltage current, powerful enough to instantly carbonize an ordinary person, struck the monster’s body, the sensation transmitted back wasn’t pain. Follow the newest chapters on novelping(.)com.
Instead, it was…
a feeling of fullness.
Like someone starved for three days suddenly being force-fed a banquet fit for an emperor—the aching fullness in the stomach, both painful and satisfying.
On the screen, the monster convulsed under the electric current before collapsing.
But deep within its consciousness, the emotion wasn’t fear of death.
Instead, it was the anxiety of I can’t eat anymore, I really can’t eat anymore, I’ll explode if I do!
This absurd disconnect jolted Phainon awake.
The golden shimmer in his eyes gradually faded, restoring their usual clarity.
“How was it?”
Cyrene, who had been observing Phainon’s expression with her chin propped on her hand, immediately winked at him as he opened his eyes.
“Did you discover any interesting ‘secrets’?”
“Indeed.”
Phainon exhaled softly, his fingers unconsciously tapping the stone table, producing a crisp sound.
“This ability…
allows us to directly perceive their perspective and discern their most fundamental weaknesses.”
“Mhm, mhm.”
Cyrene nodded vigorously, her hair swaying against her cheek with each movement.
“After all, time practically stood still for me in that space.
When I obtained the memory, I skimmed through it briefly before switching to a first-person view and watching a VR movie.”
She recalled the scene she had witnessed in the memory.
The monster had been cornered in the Hongda Chemical Plant, facing the Special Bureau’s overwhelming electric grid encirclement.
That emotional feedback was utterly incongruous.
“That massive creature…”
Phainon began, precisely articulating the core truth:
“Its core structure is essentially a biological container for storing electrical energy.
It doesn’t fear electricity; on the contrary, it repairs its injuries by absorbing those attacks.
However, excessive current overwhelms its capacity, forcing it to shut down its container to prevent further influx.”
“Shutting down the container cuts off its energy source, which is why the monster becomes paralyzed by electricity.”
“Exactly, that’s it.”
Cyrene leaned back, collapsing against the chair, and let out a helpless sigh.
“No wonder The Authorities have been struggling to eliminate it for over a month.
They thought they were suppressing it with thunderous measures, but they were actually feeding it a buffet.
How could they possibly kill it like that?” This story is hosted at g.com.
She shook her head, amused by the Special Bureau’s “fruitless efforts.”
But in the next instant.
Cyrene snapped upright, the helplessness in her eyes vanished instantly, replaced by the predatory gleam of a hunter spotting prey.
“But, Phainon…”
She turned her head, her gaze burning into her companion’s eyes, a mischievous smile curling at the corner of her lips.
“Isn’t this precisely our opportunity?”
Cyrene reached out, making a grasping motion in the air.
“The Authorities can’t solve these problems because they can’t see the monsters’ true nature.
But we’re different.
We can read their memories and understand their abilities.”
“By exploiting this information gap, we can harvest those troublesome monsters, earn Memory Imprints, and acquire resources…”
At this point, she tilted her head, her smile growing even brighter:
“This is exactly what we were meant to do, right?”
Phainon watched her brimming with vitality, a soft smile rippling through his eyes.
He didn’t speak, but nodded solemnly.
Beneath the vast starry expanse, their gazes met, forging a silent understanding.
“Then, I’ll leave the rest to you.”
Cyrene stood up, stretching languidly, her regal “queenly demeanor” instantly crumbling as she reverted to her characteristic youthful nonchalance.
She turned her head and playfully winked at Phainon:
“My Deliverer~”
As the words faded away:
“Alright, today’s strategy meeting has come to a successful conclusion.
It’s time for me to go take an afternoon nap.”
Cyrene waved her hand, her figure beginning to fade into transparency.
Pink particles dispersed from the hem of her robe, like sakura blossoms scattered by the wind.
“See you Tomorrow,”
Phainon replied warmly.
In an instant:
Cyrene’s figure vanished completely into the air, leaving behind only her empty high-backed chair.
Phainon sat alone between the magnificent stone pillars, his gaze fixed on the eternally flowing starry river overhead.
After a moment:
He chuckled softly, his figure dissolving into countless platinum streams of light that dispersed into the silent Data Universe.