In this highly martial city, the elite rely on absorbing memory fragments from the masses to improve their cultivation.
I am a memory waste processor at the bottom of the city, transporting forgotten garbage memories every day.
By accident, I discovered that I could transform these "waste materials" into deadly weapons.
When the chaebol daughter who monopolizes memory energy taunts me, I crush a fragment of forgetfulness that holds the moment of her death.
"I heard that you drink memory essence to break through the realm?" I sneered.
"Then try what it feels like to be forgotten by the whole world."
——Later, I stood on the torrent of memory, with the collapsed plutocratic throne at my feet.
"You absorb memories and become gods, and I will use forgetfulness to send you eternal silence."
