"What's wrong?"
Xun San's concern carried a hint of anxiety.
It's over? Did something happen to this kid?
Meng Chuan didn't speak, just hugged his head and rolled silently on the ground, eaten up with regret inside.
Greedy. I got greedy this round...
The cpu's memory wasn't enough; the hundreds of millions of split battle clips were about to blow his mind apart.
He had to compress all these memories into a "cloud space," store them by the second, then open up each second when needed to analyze every move frame by frame.
Meng Chuan bled from his seven orifices, busy in his Memory Palace according to his plan.
"What the hell is this... he's not really going to have an accident, is he?" Beside him, Xun San watched him convulse and twitch like he was having a fit, then suddenly go motionless, and his heart instantly started to pound...
"You damned troublemaker! Ai!"
