This sharp stinging sensation was as if someone was taking an ice pick right to my head.
It was as if they were stabbing that ice pick right into my brain with the way that the stinging sensation was hitting me.
But I knew that this pain wasn't there for no reason.
The reason why I was in this kind of pain was all because of the large amounts of information that was filling my brain. It was as if there were several volumes of an encyclopedia that was being pumped into my brain at once.
I wasn't confused about what this information was or where it was from.
That was because the first piece of information that I saw was a memory from the owner of this knowledge.
It was the memory of the lich before it became a lich.
The lich was actually an orphan who had died a tragic death one day.
He used to work as an adventurer, but he was the lowest grade adventurer.
