Chapter 164. A scumbag
"Spirits of memories, I command you—grant me your power!" I spoke inwardly, eyes shut, my hand gripping the head of an infernal demon bound tightly to a chair, thrashing in vain against his restraints.
"Zynor el’vatha miranthal."
The moment I chanted the spell, both the demon and I screamed in agony. A sharp pain struck my forehead—I couldn’t tell what he felt—but for me, it was the surge of his memories, pouring violently into my mind. Before they could consume me, I released his head, and we both gasped for breath, drenched in sweat.
"Hubby! Are you okay?" Rose’s voice broke through the haze as she rushed to my side, panic etched across her face.
"I’m fine," I rasped. "Just... need water."
She hurried away, and I slumped back. Tama and Rin flanked me shortly after, both trying to talk me out of continuing. But I couldn’t stop now. I had to master this skill—even if it meant burning myself alive from the inside.
In every mnemomancy book I’ve read, there’s one golden rule: never let the memories you want to read flood into your mind. That’s called a memory recoil, and it’s deadly. The correct method is to find the memory strings of your target and enter them yourself, one at a time.
Still....until the spirits acknowledge my resolve and my superiority, I won’t back down. As Rose came back with a cup of water, I drained it in one gulp, then turned toward my next test subject. The first demon was still screaming—steam literally rising from his head—so he was out.
I inhaled deeply and clutched the second demon. He thrashed just as wildly, but Agatha—Rose’s general commander—had him tightly bound. She stood nearby, arms crossed, her bouncy assets not-so-subtly jiggling every time she shifted her weight. Clearly intentional.
I ignored her distractions and channeled my focus.
After a few grueling attempts, it happened: I saw them—my first memory threads. It was like I dove into a dimension made of my test subject’s emotions of all kinds. Although most of them were of battle, carnage and pain. It felt as if l was watching a movie with my hand as a remote, just swiping the threads to the side to see more. But with each of the memories l viewed, it made my head pound so hard that l had no choice but release the demon from my grip.