novelcrest Chapter 270 Great Memory Restoration Technique
Chapter 270 Great Memory Restoration Technique
Chapter 270 Great Memory Restoration Technique
"Don't kill me, please—I was really wrong," the man in black robes cried, tears streaming down his face. In his despair, he had completely abandoned any dignity.
"Let me think about it—" Sean's voice trailed off. He straightened up, his fingers gently stroking his chin, a thoughtful expression on his face, as if this matter really needed careful consideration.
After a long silence, Sean gave a soft hum, as if he had finally reached a conclusion. He stopped and his gaze returned to the man in black. "What bad things have you done? Tell me everything from childhood to adulthood!"
Upon hearing this, the man in the black robe turned even paler.
He wasn't stupid; he knew what Sean was doing—torturing not only his body but also his mind.
Each time a past crime was brought up, it was a further crushing of his self-esteem, but he had no way out but to obey.
"I—when I was a child—" the man in the black robe's voice trembled, choked with obvious sobs, "I—stole things,
"I lied to my family and watched someone else take a bath."
He spoke extremely fast, as if he wanted to rattle off all the crimes in one breath so that the trial could end as soon as possible.
Sean gave him a cold, wary look, a disdainful smile playing on his lips. "Stealing? Lying to your family? Spying? Looks like you've never been a good person." His tone was casual, yet full of sarcasm and contempt.
The man in the black robe took a deep breath and continued, "When I grew up, in order to enter the circle of dark wizards, I betrayed some friends—I caused them to be arrested and tried, while I pretended to be innocent and escaped punishment."
Sean frowned slightly, seemingly dissatisfied with the answer. He took another step forward, his voice turning colder: "Continue!"
The man in the black robe trembled, swallowed hard, and his trembling voice was almost broken: "I—I—for money, framed someone. He was sent to Azkaban, and I took his money and his wife. And a lot more. I shouldn't have framed you, I shouldn't have sent you to Azkaban—"
At this point, the man in the black robe choked up completely, tears mixed with cold sweat streaming down his face and dripping to the ground. Sean looked at him quietly, the coldness in his eyes unwavering.
Suddenly, he slowly spoke, "Was it you who honked your horn for a long time outside the college entrance exam site and drove your volunteer car to take the test takers to an internet cafe?"
College entrance exam? Charity van? Internet cafe?
One unfamiliar word after another floated into the black-robed man's mind.
He froze for a moment, his expression changing from fear to confusion. Then, he hurriedly shook his head and urgently denied it, saying, "No—no, brother, I don't know what you're talking about! What college entrance exam, what charity car—I don't understand at all!"
I didn't do it!
Seeing this, Sean remained silent, his eyes growing colder. He raised his foot and kicked the man in black robes in the abdomen without hesitation. The force was so great that the man in black robes instantly bent over, curling up on the ground in pain and letting out a muffled groan.
"Ahhh!" The black-robed man's screams echoed through the alley, but he dared not resist, and did not even have the strength to struggle.
Sean showed no pity and followed up with a second kick, striking the man in black robes in the ribs.
The third kick struck the black-robed man's side without warning. The immense impact nearly knocked him to the ground, leaving him completely powerless. Only a faint groan escaped his throat.
Under the three kicks, the black-robed man's body trembled uncontrollably from the excruciating pain, and he could barely utter a complete sound.
He lay on the ground, his face pressed against the cold earth, sobbing intermittently, tears and sweat mingling and wetting the dust on the ground.
Sean stood before him, looking down at him with a faint, cold smile. "Still trying to argue?"
The man in the black robe finally broke down, his voice trembling as he changed his story: "No—Big brother, it was me! It was me—I shouldn't have honked the horn outside the college entrance exam hall, I shouldn't have taken the test takers to the internet cafe—please forgive me, I really know I was wrong!"
His voice was shrill and incoherent from extreme fear and pain, as he tried to elicit a shred of pity from Sean.
With just three kicks, Sean completed the Great Memory Restoration Technique.
This shows that existence implies rationality.
The Great Memory Recovery Technique can indeed play an unexpected role at certain times.
Upon hearing the black-robed man's confession, a playful smile appeared on Sean's face. He then asked, "So, you stole the mummy's underwear and sent the coordinates of the Infinity Stones to Thanos?"
"It's me, it's me." This time, the black-robed man, having learned his lesson, loudly admitted without hesitation.
"Was it you who forced miHoYo to lower the drop rate, causing many people to pull the wrong character in Genshin Impact?"
"it's me."
"Was it you who secretly gave positive reviews to Three Kingdoms Kill, kept spending money on Yoka Games, and bullied the captains in the game, tricking them into spending money on Three Kingdoms Kill?"
"It's still me."
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"Very well," Sean finally spoke, having satisfied some kind of perverse pleasure. His voice remained cold and slow. "It seems you truly have a long history of misdeeds and are deeply sinful." He leaned down, his gaze sharp as a knife, staring directly into the black-robed man's eyes. His tone carried a hint of mockery. "Do you know? The things you've confessed are enough to keep you in Azkaban for the rest of your life."
The man in the black robe was filled with fear. He shook his head frantically, pleading tearfully, "No, no! Brother, I know I was wrong, I'm willing to change! Please give me a chance, don't send me back, please!"
As he spoke, he used all his strength to crawl to Sean's feet.
The man in the black robe suddenly turned sinister. He knew that continuing like this would only lead to his death, and begging for mercy was useless. His survival instinct drove him to make a crazy decision.
However, before the man in the black robe could fully begin his actions, Sean seemed to have anticipated his intentions.
The instant the man in black raised his wand, Sean turned without hesitation, his wand pointing precisely at him. A chilling voice, accompanied by powerful magic, echoed through the air: "Crutch!"
The man in the black robe felt an indescribable pain instantly coursing through his body, the agony sweeping over every nerve like a raging storm.
He dropped his wand, collapsed to the ground, his limbs struggling helplessly, his body convulsing wildly in excruciating pain, and his screams ripped through the silent alley.
"Very well," Sean said calmly, his eyes devoid of any pity, only coldness and cruelty. "You ambushed me? You really think you still have a chance?"
"I'm willing to tell you a secret!" The black-robed man's voice was hoarse and broken in pain, filled with desperate pleas and a last-ditch struggle.
Sean stopped casting the spell, his gaze turning slightly cold, his expression still icy and disdainful. He slowly straightened up, looking down at the limp black-robed man on the ground, as if scrutinizing a lowly insect.
The air was thick with a suffocating sense of oppression, broken only by the black-robed man's rapid breathing.
"A secret?" Sean's voice was low and cold, tinged with sarcasm. "You think a 'secret' will save your life?"
The man in the black robe gasped for breath, trying to muster his last strength to reveal the information he had not yet disclosed.
His eyes were filled with fear and pleading, and his body was still trembling slightly, but he knew this might be his last chance.
Then he said haltingly, "Yes—it's—about—several hundred thousand Galleons."
Just as Sean was about to raise his arm, he heard the man in the black robe still speaking in a low voice.
"There is also a batch of dud slaves."
Upon hearing the word "dud," Sean's eyes lit up.
He wanted to use these two years, along with the potion recipes he had, to build his own team two years ahead of schedule.
The information provided by the man in black robes seemed to be of some use to him.
So Sean slowly walked to the man in black, knelt on one knee, and gently tapped his wand on the man's chest. "Continue," he said, "where are these Squib slaves you mentioned? If you dare to play me, you'll know that 'Crutch' is just the beginning."
Seeing Sean retract his wand, the man in the black robe felt his fear lessen slightly. He gasped, "I...I can tell you...they're being held in some secret location on the black market. Those Squibs have been completely ignored; they're unwanted merchandise—you can buy them if you offer a price—even..."