Don’t Pick Up Boyfriends From the Trash Bin - Chapter 42 - Getting Rid of that Bigshot (19)

... worlds condensed into film reels. As if with physical form, they flowed over one another, intersecting and interweaving.

They were memory fragments from hosts waiting for revenge. Even as they were played, threads of transparent energy escaped, the Lord God’s dearly coveted energy entropy.

The human brain read through these memory fragments one by one, pulsating as it absorbed the energy. Its dark red surface was subsequently coated in a thin, transp ...