The intense stabbing pain jolted Feng Qi awake from the memory-reading state.
The moment he opened his eyes, blood tears streamed from his bloodshot eyes.
Countless memory fragments flashed through his mind, followed by the Negative Emotions accumulated across every Sacrifice Timeline, crashing over him like raging tidal waves.
It felt as if he had fallen into a bottomless abyss.
Helplessness, despair, sorrow, rage... all kinds of emotions layered together as darkness completely enveloped him. His body trembled uncontrollably, and he felt intensely suffocated.
A Qi, time for work!
Just then, the narrator's voice rang out in his mind.
The voice was both familiar and unfamiliar, like an important symbol sealed away within his memories.
Memories connected to it came flooding in.
"A Bai?"
It's me.
The narrator's smug, irritating voice sounded again, dragging Feng Qi out of the dark abyss wrapped in Negative Emotions.
His vision gradually cleared, as if a black curtain before his eyes were slowly being lifted.
Feng Qi gasped violently as cold sweat ran down his forehead and along his cheeks.
If the narrator had not appeared, he felt that the Negative Emotions might have controlled him and plunged him into an unconscious state of chaos.
Just like the out-of-control state Tian Shu had described, where he could no longer control his subsequent actions.
His blurred vision overlapped and refocused, allowing him to see the scene before him clearly.
He was currently on the second underground floor of the Scarlet Institute, surrounded by an environment identical to the one in his memories.
Before him was a metal table, and a faintly pulsating brain soaked in specially prepared active fluid.
After regaining his senses, he pressed the self-destruct button on the metal container and placed it into the central slot.
Once the metal cover over the