225. Formatting.
Agatha didn't imdiately understand what was going on. Her mind was in a whirlwind, unable to grasp what Alex ant by "clearing mory." However, after a brief pause, she voiced her concern.
"Extracting the energy from the eye isn't difficult, but the problem is, I can't control that vast power. I'd explode within five minutes."
"I know. That's why I need you to redirect that energy into sothing else," Alex replied.
"Sothing else? I doubt there's anything that can withstand that energy. Maybe if you could bring Thor here, I might consider it," Agatha frowned after a brief contemplation.
"No need, and there are no 'gods' left in this world. We'll have to handle this ourselves," Alex turned around, speaking seriously. "So, transfer it to ."
Agatha silently stared at the beak mask covering Alex's face. She had lost count of how many tis she had been shocked in this short period. After encountering so many dark wizards, Agatha could guarantee that not even the most corrupted phisto worshipper would be this crazy.
Directly handling such energy was tantamount to seeking death. Agatha really wanted to pry open Alex's head to see what was inside.
"You're not joking, right?" Agatha asked with a furrowed brow.
"Of course not. Rest assured, I wouldn't do sothing unprepared. If I'm going through with this, it ans I have full confidence."
The Watcher's Eye was a mysterious object. For most, it was like a treasure trove of imnse wealth, but one filled with countless bombs and curses. Mastering it was no easy feat.
The sa was true for Alex. If he forcibly rged with the Watcher's Eye, even if he could withstand the countless histories contained within, he would undoubtedly be marked by the 'Watcher' curse, forever becoming one of them. This was a bizarre, fateful curse, and given its origin—one of the gods from the dawn of the universe—its implications were profound. Therefore, Alex wouldn't foolishly hand over his fate. His current goal was to format the eye and reshape it according to his own needs.
Extracting the universe's forbidden knowledge and history wasn't easy. The Watchers, in their imasurable lifespans, had witnessed countless developnts and extinctions, including not just the origins of life but also many secrets that should never have been recorded. The power contained within was enough to drive an ordinary person mad with just a glimpse. Even Alex couldn't guarantee he wouldn't be affected. Fortunately, when it ca to matters of ti, the Tipad and Miss Minutes could be very useful.
The Tipad was specifically created to record tilines. It even contained records of the Ruined Universe from its birth to its destruction. So syncing it with the Watcher's Eye wasn't going to be too challenging.
Alex raised his hand, guiding the massive eye down slowly until it hovered about five centiters above the table in front of Agatha. Then he calmly said, "Ti is of the essence. Let's begin."
Alex's tone was confident, but to Agatha, he seed more like a fanatical cultist, crazier than even the most devout followers of Dormammu. However, seeing Alex's unwavering determination, Agatha finally nodded.
"Hope you're really prepared."
With that, Agatha slowly extended her hands.
Purple light began to emanate from her aged hands as she closed her eyes and started chanting an incantation in an unintelligible language.
Alex didn't interrupt, simply observing Agatha. There were many ways to utilize ntal and spiritual magic, an area where Alex was currently lacking. If he could learn so techniques from Agatha, it would be a good thing.
As the purple light grew brighter, the Watcher's Eye responded. The basketball-sized eye began to emit a bluish energy, which transford into lightning bolts that struck the ground around them.
In that mont, Agatha's already aged body grew even more hunched. The strain of casting such a powerful spell, even just for conducting the energy, was clearly taking its toll.
The bluish lightning flashed across the floor, and soon, the struck areas began to weather and age rapidly. The well-constructed bricks and tiles started to erode at a visible rate, with everything around them deteriorating under the influence of the energy.
"I'll start by extracting a portion. If you can't handle it, I'll stop imdiately," Agatha said, her hands now glowing with intense bluish lightning as she concentrated it between her palms.
"Do it."
Opposite her, Alex was ready.
Strictly speaking, it was Miss Minutes who was prepared. She had already connected the Tipad's Bluetooth, ready to receive any information transmitted within a certain range of Alex.
"Get ready."
Agatha's entire body trembled as she gently pushed, sending the bluish lightning directly toward Alex.
A trendous force crashed in front of Alex. Before he could react, he felt the energy burst before him, with tendrils of lightning morphing into mory fragnts that began to flash rapidly before his eyes.
Countless scenes flashed before Alex's eyes. He saw the war between the Skrulls and the Kree, Odin establishing the Nine Realms, and many other grand events, all of which flashed before his eyes like a slideshow.
"Master, should we back up this information?"
Miss Minutes's voice echoed in Alex's mind, pulling his attention away from the flashing images.
"Of course," Alex replied without hesitation.
"Understood. Backing up..."
"Thanks to this data, our empty cloud space now has so records. Moreover, these records will help shorten the ti needed to docunt this universe."
Miss Minutes's voice remained cheerful as always, but her words brought a hint of surprise to Alex's face.
"It can shorten the ti to record the universe? By how much?"
"Calculating..."
"Calculation failed."
"Please try again after the transmission is complete."
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