In a room filled with high-tech equipment, Jiang Zhong was strapped inside an upright memory extraction chamber.
His head had been shaved bald, and a hollow cage covered his scalp, its countless fine needles already pierced into his cortex.
The muscles in Jiang Zhong's face twitched. Sweat covered his head and face, his chest heaved violently, and his mouth hung open like a fish gasping for oxygen.
Gu Poyue stood before Jiang Zhong, looking down at him with pity. "Jiang Zhong, you can't even endure this little stimulation. Extracting memories will be ten thousand times more painful than this. Tell me! Where is the tribe you built in the Ancient Realm? And give me the Resistance Alliance's roster—what forces inside the base have allied with you? Then you can be free!"
"Dream on!"
Jiang Zhong's eyes were bloodshot, yet they shone with incomparably firm conviction.
"Since that is your choice, don't blame me!" Gu Poyue's gaze turned cold as he signaled the staff waiting at the machine.
The worker immediately pressed a button. Light flashed from the machine, and the needles embedded in Jiang Zhong's head lit up at once.
Aah!
Jiang Zhong let out a miserable scream. His body suddenly stiffened, and the immense force made the refined-steel clasps securing his arms creak and groan.
Veins bulged across his forehead, his skin reddened as though he were being steamed over a blazing fire, and his eyes were crimson as if drenched in blood. Gurgling sounds came from his throat, as though he were about to breathe his last.
Gu Poyue stared at the massive virtual display, where images flickered continuously—every one of them Jiang Zhong's memories.
Extracting memories was an exceedingly complicated undertaking. Even the Mechanical Empire found it difficult to extract them completely; what they obtained would likely