The long and profound steel corridor finally came to an end.
The majestic and scarred figure wore only a loincloth, yet the exposed body would make any mortal sculpture ashamed.
The chiseled muscles showcased incredible vitality and intimidation, intertwining to form a noble dignity.
The silver-white hair was cut short, but even this hairstyle couldn't affect the exquisiteness of the face.
If not for the deliberately left, fierce scar crossing the entire face, the owner of this body would undoubtedly be a man as beautiful as a masterpiece oil painting.
At the end of the steel corridor was a huge gate, resembling a hangar inside a spaceship.
But the owner of the memory knew well, inside wasn't a waiting interstellar fighter. Instead, it was an access port to a large database.
And here, the only one qualified to access this database was one person.
A skull that appeared to be equipped with anti-gravity devices floated in front of the memory's owner.
