"What a terrifying ritual—even Fluoxetine fell victim to it?!"
Bandura looked at Fluoxetine, whose expression was fanatical and far more normal than usual, making her look like an ordinary extreme cultist, and felt utterly bewildered.
But Bandura soon realized something.
Why was he fine?
In terms of potential, he should have been completely inferior to everyone present.
As for Mental Power, he definitely could not surpass Fluoxetine.
If it was willpower... the Director over there was certainly stronger than him too.
Could it be that he was too weak, so this higher being had not targeted him first?
If that was the case, what should he do?
Bandura pondered a countermeasure. Suddenly, he vaguely saw a bright-red eye appear among the believers.
It had not been drawn. It had appeared out of thin air.
That scarlet eye seemed like some kind of projection, flashing through the air.
Yet even that fleeting impression suddenly made Bandura feel his perception plunge into chaos.
It was as though a massive amount of information had flooded his mind, nearly stuffing his soul and spirit to bursting!
At that moment, Bandura had a thought.
Could this be what they had encountered?
No, that was not right. He had not developed any longing or awe, had he?
Bandura continued thinking...
But faintly, he seemed to hear a voice.
"Offer... your memories... offer... your soul... obtain..."
The voice echoed deep within his soul.
But rather than brainwashing, it was more like some kind of "reminder."
Bandura felt his dizziness and sense of dissociation growing increasingly severe. He was nearly about to lose consciousness!
"Offer... your memories... offer... your soul... obtain..."
A noisy, clamorous voice rang beside Qianhuan's ears.
Qianhuan gritted his teeth and looked around.
Although he did not know why he had lasted longer than