Fried Brain

Kyle's brain felt as if it had been dropped in a pot of searing hot oil and being deep-fried.

His head was aching, and he had the mad urge to yell at Nitran to vent out his frustration. 

It took him a lot of effort to do nothing of that sort and calm down. 

But, Nitran seemed to be hell-bent on torturing him.

The Soul Reaper simply continued with his questions as if they were meant to attack him verbally. 

For a fleeting minute, Kyle felt that Nitran was really enjoying making him feel miserable. 

When Kyle couldn't take it anymore, he simply slumped to the ground and accepted his defeat. 

He was already struggling with the burden created by the other restrictions. 

And to add to his misery, he was tasked with solving not one but a total of 11 riddles which he had to solve, in addition to more than a hundred questions Nitran had already asked.

And only half an hour had passed since he had received the first riddle!