"But isn't that very bad?"
Harvey bit on his cat grass smoke and said, "If all the work erases our memories, how can we go to the surface city to gather intelligence?"
"I could work part-time as a Memory Master and retrieve the memories you've lost," Igula said. "But as the reports suggest, these 'apocalypse task' memories are harmful rather than beneficial to the person concerned. Many have already fallen into this trap—trying to uncover the 'Infinite Apocalypse' flaws through 'apocalypse tasks,' but both they and their test subjects end up with totally obliterated souls."
"Obliterated?" Harvey frowned. "Their spirits aged to death?"
"Something like that, those working memories are like poison, accelerating the aging of the spirit," Igula explained. "However, restoring memories once or twice occasionally is fine, since we are still young, but..."
Ash paused for a moment and then looked toward Banjee, whose face was pale.
