Those were unimaginably ancient memories.
Even though death had faded those memories, he could still seem to feel that powerful sense of duty and responsibility within the raven's recollections.
Lynn's eyelids twitched violently.
But he soon discovered what made devouring so difficult. It was not that he could not assimilate the raven, but that the more those past memories crowded into his mind, the more they seemed like his own experiences, engraving themselves into his consciousness little by little.
As though the raven had always been a part of him.
That was terrifying.
Even though this corpse had shown him no hostility, that effortless encroachment still unsettled his mind.
After everything he had been through, he had come to understand that memories and experiences determined who you truly were: the Violet Great Lord, that numb monster, or the Night Doctor of Wandering Soul Alley. The problem now was that, as he continued absorbing and devouring, the raven's memories were increasingly squeezing out his own.
And even though death had erased many of those memories.
The raven's experiences.
Still far exceeded those of his current life.
And more importantly...
He gradually witnessed the wandering and hardships of the first half of the raven's life, yet he still found no trace of the Trinity and Zuo Zuo he had seen in the illusory realm, as though none of it had ever existed in the raven's original experiences.
"Brain! Time's almost up! Can you still hold on?!"
Zuo Zuo's urgent voice rang in his ears.
Lynn kept his eyes closed, struggling to digest and suppress the encroaching memories.
His body began to tremble.
Struggling to keep his own memories at the core of his will, he began searching even faster within the raven's corpse, seeking the truth of the Old Days.
*But this