"Chat?" The memory asked with some surprise, "You won't obliterate me? I could take over your body at any moment, seize everything you have! Kill you or turn you into me."
He was a frail scholar, with his hands clasped behind his back, looking up and around.
This place was like a brand new world.
It made him feel very uncomfortable.
But after the frustration, he could only accept reality.
"I don't obliterate you because I'm curious about you. To replace someone in my hands without leaving a trace, you are quite skillful."
Julius Reed communicated with the memory through the Nether Beast.
"Haha, what's so difficult about it? Any body in there, as long as I want, I can occupy." The man was evidently despondent: "But what's the use, no one can help me. The bodies in there are as fragile as paper! The only one I had my eye on was you. Unfortunately, I failed."
"The strong are indeed strong, even mentally, so determined, I didn't even touch you, and you controlled me."
