Roger could not help but wear a wry smile. Someone actually wanted to take the initiative to read His memories.
The information leaking from a god was enough to drive ordinary people mad! Even contamination between gods relied on such information!
"To be honest, entering this place basically means that your consciousness, your memories, everything about you has been laid bare. I can grasp all of it." The drunkard could not help letting out a series of sinister laughs, as though he already had victory in hand. "Your mental barrier is the strongest I've ever seen. You have every reason to be proud of that, but before the Fallen, no one can resist!"
"I truly wanted to turn you into one of the Fallen. What a pity you didn't know how to cherish the chance..."
"Since you want to see so badly, then I'll let you see." Roger looked at the man, his tone casual, though he grew ever more curious about this Realm of the Fallen. It possessed yet another trait similar to the Data Artisan's virtual world!
Before the drunkard could react, Roger directly lowered the barrier. In an instant, boundless information surged toward the drunkard like a flood.
Setting aside everything else, the data torrent formed each day by hundreds of thousands of Magic Net users alone was not something this Fallen could endure, even if he possessed a divine artifact!
The book was indeed the Magic Net's server, but the Data Artisan Authority automatically kept a backup. Beyond that, the endless knowledge within the King of Industry and Craft Authority was not something an ordinary person could bear.
The instant Roger released the barrier, the drunkard became like a drowning man. His eyes flew wide as extreme terror spread through his heart. Suddenly, his entire body