A windfall

Neph spent some time reining in the spirituality that had spilled out after her advancement before taking out the Worm of Time.

The long-dead Worm of Time naturally did not struggle in her mouth. She could distinctly feel the twelve segments of its shell, and when she bit down hard, she actually bit through it.

The taste was difficult to describe, though it came closest to what Neph remembered as bitterness. She frowned and swallowed without daring to chew even once more.

Yet the bitter taste lingered in her mouth, seemingly unwilling to leave.

Neph had no time to dwell on that. She clutched her head as the influx of information made it feel swollen. She knew that the memories of Amon's avatar were not exactly the same as those of his original body. Since the Worm of Time she had swallowed came from an avatar, the memories she received should also have belonged to that avatar. Even so, there were still far too many for her.

Worse, few of those memories were valuable. Vast amounts of repetitive, monotonous memories flooded her mind, making Neph feel as though her head were about to split open. Fortunately, the pain did not last long. As though sensing something, the door deep within her mind opened, and all the chaotic memories poured through it. Neph breathed a sigh of relief, finally understanding why she had to reach Sequence 5 before she could obtain all the memories.

The risk of information splitting her head open was secondary. When so many memories belonging to someone else flooded in, who would she even be?

The Memory Collection Hall played a decisive role at this point. It took those memories away, categorized them, and put them in order. Neph tried retrieving Amon's memories from the Collection Hall-this