There was no issue with memory; she already had more than enough. It didn’t matter if there were ten gigabytes or 100, as her most powerful attack was the tank’s cannon fire. In reality, she had a surplus of memory, so she barely got any help from her Master weapon, the Prism Ring. Instead, with the excess memory, Cruze constructed everyday items like a microwave and a motorcycle to make her life more comfortable. Yet, these things did not make her any stronger. If she had her Master skill, she could’ve used her memory for better purposes, but after failing the test multiple times, she’d given up.

“I get the gist of what you’re saying.”

Sungmuk spoke in a cold voice as he raised his Divine Red Sparrow Sword. In his eyes, Cruze no longer had any potential. She could possibly develop after today’s shock, but as of right now, he could clearly see her limits.

“There’s no use keeping you alive.”

The Divine Red Sparrow Sword started emanating a tremendous white-hot heat. And then, a single, merciless strike fell toward Cruze’s head!

Clank!

In an instant, a wall appeared in front of the blade. No, to be specific,...