WebNovelEnhance86.27%

Resistance Is Futile.

Monami felt herself lose touch with her very being. She was conscious, yet she was not. A barrage of thoughts in a deep monotonous voice seemed to gush forth like a raging river. Like destructive floods, the thoughts wended her sanity through perilous paths that ran it thin and bare. She felt a surge of familiar kaimei through her major gates as it was moulded, and then her eyes flew open.

What is this feeling? It hurts. It hurts so much.