Cortana thought about it and couldn't help breaking the silence.
"Master Chief, you could dictate, and I'll help you organize it."
"I can't remember the contents of the manuscript."
Jason said indifferently while picking up the 'Freedom Assault'.
"To make it, I used a certain ritual, and the cost of conducting this ritual was temporarily losing some memories of what I love the most—how long this lasts depends on how it is used."
"Based on the current situation, I estimate I'll completely lose that memory."
"It's a special object I created to better identify 'Infiltrators'. Identifying 'Infiltrators' with conventional methods is just too slow, too inefficient," he explained.
Cortana, who had already come into contact with the Mystical Side, didn't doubt it in the slightest.
She knew that creating special artifacts inevitably came at a price.
And the creation of something capable of detecting 'Infiltrators' would likely be even more costly.
Loss of memories for things one loved?
Cortana looked at Jason, whose face was hidden by a mask but whose eyes were full of pain, and almost subconsciously said, "Master Chief, let me help you finish this book!"
"Although I have never written a book, I am very sensitive to words."
"If I try hard, I should be able to reach half your level."
My idea transfer writing technique succeeded!
Jason breathed a sigh of relief internally.
If possible, he certainly wouldn't want to use the 'idea transfer writing technique', a 'forbidden art', given his absolute lack of talent in writing.
Indeed, was my Talent in swordsmanship so overpowering that it affected other areas?
Jing felt a pang of apology towards Xin, maintaining his previous gaze.
"Will it affect your normal life?"
He pretended to hesitate.
"I promise to complete the task!"
Cortana spoke solemnly.
She was determined to write the book well.
She couldn't let the Master Chief's efforts be wasted!
"I remember I wrote an outline... it should be on my apartment's desk. Although I can't remember the content, you can expand on it," Jason said.
"All right, I will find it immediately and read it thoroughly."
After saying this, Cortana turned around and headed towards the helicopter.
It wasn't to leave but to take out a metal suitcase, and then she turned again and walked back towards Jason.
"Master Chief, this is 'Sparta' Potion!"
"I suggest you inject it immediately."
"It will have a significant impact on improving your strength."
Cortana opened the case as she spoke.
Inside the case was a syringe as thick as an index finger and just 5 centimeters long.
The pale blue potion inside gave off the 'taste' of food.
Jason reached out to grab this 'food', and Cortana was about to explain the 'Sparta' Potion to Jason, but at that moment, a figure quietly appeared on the distant hillside.
This figure carried a box-shaped object with rounded edges and a black coat of paint on his shoulder. On the front and back, there were four dark holes.
As the setting sun shone on these holes, an inexplicable ferocity spread.
This was especially true when the figure pulled the trigger.
Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!
Four rockets, tail flames blazing, were launched sequentially, rushing directly towards Jason.