Douglas placed the book on a tray-like device.
Red Mist shouted, "Don't! I can read it myself! I know how to read!"
Douglas tilted his head, ignoring his cries.
"Reading with your eyes is too slow. I'll transmit it directly to you. Rest assured, our memory-reading and transmission techniques are very mature."
Red Mist complained, "That feels awful."
Douglas ignored him and pressed the switch.
A burst of magic shot from the machine and struck the book, which then became like a sponge being squeezed.
Strands of silvery fluid were squeezed out.
They then traveled along a tube and were injected into Red Mist. Judging by all the changes in his shape, this memory injection process probably wasn't very comfortable.
Douglas took out a notebook beside him, recording Red Mist's condition.
Meanwhile, he assigned the tasks.
"Today's task has three steps."
"First, identify the core rules in the fictional text."
"Second, transcribe those rules into magical parameters."
"Third, assess possible ways to implement them in real magic."
Red Mist asked coldly, "What if the rules are nonsense?"
"Then mark them as nonsense."
"What if they conflict with existing magic?"
"List the points of conflict."
"What if they require human sacrifices?"
Douglas looked up.
"You can just delete those."
Red Mist laughed, his voice somewhat mocking.
"So even you have limits?"
"I have a budget."
Douglas answered very seriously.
"The upkeep costs for human sacrifices are too high."
Red Mist stared at him for a long time.
"You're disgusting."
"Thank you."
"That wasn't a compliment."
"I know."
Douglas raised his wand.
An extremely fine silver light shone at its tip.
The runes outside the cylindrical chamber rotated layer by layer.
Red Mist immediately tensed.
"Wait."
"What is it now?"
"I have a suggestion."
Douglas raised an eyebrow.
"Let's hear it."
Red