Global live stream of the containment of the aliens terrifies the alien fleet.

Meanwhile, Ms. Marion chatted with the receptionist at the front desk for a few minutes.

She leaned against the wall, her fingers flying across the keyboard as she mechanically lit the lighter, the flame flickering on and off.

Approaching fifty, her once black hair is now streaked with frost, transforming her from a pretty young lady into a little old lady.

Her phone suddenly vibrated in her bag; it was a medication reminder. She tapped "Remind me later," but her fingers trembled slightly… not from old age or physical weakness, but from nervousness.

Who wouldn't tremble at the prospect of being summoned by the O5 council?

Ordinary people will never see O5 in their lifetime unless the world is about to end.

After a long while, the office door finally opened.

Several high-ranking members of the containment organization filed in, carrying laptops and briefcases, their expressions solemn. They walked straight past her without even glancing at her.

After a long silence, a cold voice came from inside the door:

"Ms. Marion, you may come in."

She took a deep breath and stepped inside.

Behind me, the metal door slammed shut with a heavy, low mechanical clanging sound... as if the entire wall concealed some kind of intricately operating device.

Following her assistant's instructions, Ms. Marion took her seat in the designated area and casually placed her bag at her feet.

"What exactly is it? Can you tell me now?" Her tone was slightly cold, and she raised an eyebrow. "I only received a meeting notice, without even an agenda. Although you are a distinguished O5 member of the Containment Society, this kind of behavior is a bit too..."

The emotions that the wrinkles couldn't hide overflowed from the corners of his eyes... It was dissatisfaction, but even more so, suppressed anger.

She had worked for the shelter for half her life; her position wasn't high, but she was considered a veteran. How could she be ignored like she didn't exist?

……

Inside the Juxia.

"The Containment Society O5?" Qi Lin's eyes flashed, and she lowered her voice, "Judging from her tone, O5 holds an extremely high position within them. And she said 'member'... Does this mean that the entire Containment Society is actually controlled by a high-ranking group called O5?"

General Du'ao's expression was grave: "We knew nothing about the Containment Council before. It was like a fog, we couldn't see where it came from, we couldn't figure out its purpose, and we didn't know how strong it was."

"But now..." He stared at the sky and said slowly, "If these images are real, then it means that the Containment Council is not a vague legend, but a real organization with structure and hierarchy."

In other words...

It can be understood, and it can be broken.

……

"Ha, O5? A bunch of people are pulling the strings behind the scenes?" Morgana narrowed her eyes, a slight smile playing on her lips. "But this guy in front of me looks like a bloated bureaucrat."

She should have been focused on the strange entity 055 that had descended upon Earth, but at this moment, her attention was completely captivated by the scene before her.

Strangely...

She could hardly remember the essence of that strange thing anymore.

Or rather...

The closer to 055, the more blurred the memory becomes.

It was as if something was quietly devouring her consciousness.

……

"Instantly synchronize records and connect to the Angel database."

Yan stared intently at the image, his voice calm, but his eyes gleamed with excitement.

Information about the Containment Association has always been extremely scarce.

The image now appears automatically—it's a godsend!

but……

This video has no context, as if it were extracted from a clip. Is it taken after the Balrog incident? But wasn't Balrog 457 already contained?

There are many doubts.

A sense of unease crossed her mind.

It seems like some crucial information has been overlooked.

The harder I tried to recall, the blanker my mind became.

A rare hint of confusion flashed deep within her amber eyes.

……

[The scene continues]

Marion's words came to an abrupt end.

Because she suddenly realized... the assistant opposite her had put down his tablet at some point, and was holding a gun in his hand, the dark muzzle pointed directly at her forehead.

"Who are you?"

O5-8, seated in the main seat, finally spoke, his gaze sharp as a knife.

"Me?" Marion froze, then chuckled. "What nonsense are you talking about? Who am I? I've been with the Containment Council for thirty years. You, an O5, don't recognize me?"

No matter how high their status is, it's impossible for them to be completely unaware of the middle-level core personnel!

But there was no hint of a joke on O5-8's face.

That scrutinizing gaze made Marion's heart sink.

"Let's rephrase the question."

O5-8 frowned, leaned forward slightly, and spoke in a low voice:

"Marion Wheeler, 49 years old, married with two children. Enjoys camping, hiking, and birdwatching. A typical housewife with a clean financial situation and no unusual social relationships."

"But I'm very curious..." He looked up, staring directly at her, "Where did you get that full set of access passes from the Containment Council? Including the permissions for facilities that were demolished decades ago! We've never issued these kinds of passes, yet... it's actually real!"

Countless netizens were instantly in an uproar.

My heart is pounding, my adrenaline is pumping... This videotape is a minefield!

The containment council, which everyone sees as invincible and capable of killing anyone who stands in its way.

It actually crashed?!

Even the top executives at the O5 level were completely bewildered and at a loss!

……

Inside the Juxia.

"Outrageous... Marion's credentials are all genuine, but headquarters never issued them. Those facilities she could access were blown to smithereens long ago, or... is this guy from the past?"

General Duao's brows furrowed deeply.

The surrounding super soldiers and commanders collectively froze, their faces contorted as if their CPUs had fried:

"What's going on? Who hacked into my brain?"

……

[In the video]

"There's a facility that hasn't even started construction yet... but you somehow have the access key to it? And there's not a trace of you in the base's access records... Isn't that alarming, Ms. Marion?!"

O5's voice suddenly rose, sharp as metal scraping glass, his eyes burning with rage.

He slowly sat down, his gaze as cold as an icicle, fixed intently on Marion…

That wasn't the look of someone looking at a person; it was the look of someone looking at a corpse, a mole who had been lying in wait for years!

"So, you're a spy. Your objective is clear: to disrupt us. Clay wanted Xi-3 to deal with you, but I stopped him. I wanted to try a 'gentle' approach. Be smart and spill everything you know."

O5-8 curled his lips into a cold smile.

Hidden daggers in her words... Not cooperating? Then don't blame her for escalating her tactics.

……

"The Containment Association has been dirty for a long time."

General Du'ao's gaze was deep and somber. "Even O5 doesn't trust its own people. But if she's a spy, then what is Xi-3? Is it some kind of monster they've been raising? Or some kind of controllable mental weapon?"

"Perhaps it's... a mind-reading, brainwashing drug, or something even more sinister."

Lianfeng gently shook her head.

They had very little intelligence, but at this moment they sensed a glimmer of hope.

This organization is far from monolithic.

Where there is conflict, there is a way to break through.

……

The Angel Legion.

"Containment Council? O5? Spy?"

Angel Yan, Zhi Xin, and the other angel ladies stared intently at the sky, not blinking.

They'd been curious about this mysterious organization for far too long. Now that they'd finally uncovered the truth, how could they let it go?

Unexpectedly, the other side was in complete chaos.

Even more outrageous is...

These people... all look like ordinary people?

Pointing a gun at someone and asking them questions?

That's it? And you call that a tactic of threats?

"Huh?" One of the angels couldn't help but laugh. "I thought it would be something amazing, but this is all the equipment they have? They're still using firearms?"

The angels present exchanged subtle glances.

I initially thought it was some kind of supernatural force, but...

They're just a few secrets more than human armies.

……

[The aerial footage continues]

"idiot!!!"

Marion slammed his hand on the table and jumped up... only to be stopped by his assistant Clay, who pointed a gun at him, rendering him unable to move.

But her eyes were bloodshot, and her anger seemed to be spitting out of her eye sockets.

"I am your head of the anisometabolism department!!" she roared.

"We don't have that department." Clay said expressionlessly, his gun barrel steady as iron, his eyes as cold as if he were looking at a rotting corpse.

"Yes!! It definitely exists!!"

Marion was almost insane.

O5-8 sighed and shook his head: "We have a Memetaphor Department, a Super Containment Department, a Firefighting Department, Execution Department One and Two, a Human Resources Department, a Class D Management Department, an Independent Task Force... but we don't have the 'Anti-Memetaphor Department' you mentioned. Can't you do some research before lying?"

His tone was already impatient.

Clearly, he's no longer interested in putting on an act for this conversation.

"Heh... Hahaha!!"

Marion suddenly laughed, a manic, distorted laugh, a mocking smile playing on his lips:

"Then tell me...why do you think the 'Antome Department' shouldn't even be on the list?"

"Sir, this guy's acting! He's spouting nonsense, completely unbelievable!"

Clay, the assistant, suddenly raised his gun, his eyes cold, his finger already on the trigger, his tone full of murderous intent.

"Clay, stop."

05-8 suddenly spoke, his voice as calm as a deep pool of water.

Clay gritted his teeth, his face full of resentment, but in the end he slowly lowered the gun.

"I'm giving you one last chance."

05-8's gaze was sharp as he stared at the person opposite him. "Tell me... why can't I kill you? Either produce evidence to prove you're telling the truth, or... just admit defeat."

His brow furrowed slightly, and his tone was so deep it could spit out fire.

Ms. Marion breathed a slight sigh of relief, lightly tapping her wrist with her fingertips, as if waiting for a countdown.

"Some of these things possess memetic properties, you know? Those infectious concepts must be contained at the same level as physical threats. They can crawl into your brain, control your thoughts, and then spread through your mouth and your eyes... infecting the next target."

"That's right," 05-8 replied calmly. "These kinds of meme-like anomalies do exist."

……

The moment those words were spoken, the world was in an uproar.

"Holy crap!!! Memes? What are those? They can transmit brains from brain to brain?"

"I'm fucking terrified! Did I hear that right? It can jump into someone else's mind based on my thoughts? This is even more outrageous than a virus!"

"This is insane! Has the world collapsed? Are the supernatural things starting to cause mental pollution?"

"Help! My head is itchy... Could I be infected? Someone kiss me and see if that can exorcise the evil spirit!!"

"How many more bizarre things are there? This is completely beyond our scope!!"

……

Morgana's pupils contracted, the entire Angel Force changed color, and everyone on the Great Gorge held their breath.

Does thinking influence thinking?

A strange phenomenon at the cognitive level?

Can something like this really exist?

But the sky doesn't lie.

Unless... someone in the video is lying.

……

[In the video]

"Then what makes you so certain that anisotropies do not exist?"

Marion suddenly laughed, a sinister smile curving his lips, sending chills down one's spine.

05-8 was stunned, his face instantly freezing.

[The scene continues]

Her smile deepened, but her demeanor became increasingly composed, as if she had already seen through everything.

"Antime... is a bizarre phenomenon that exists in reverse. Certain ideas cannot be transmitted, and certain entities or phenomena actively devour information about themselves."

"If you take a picture of it, the image will always be a failure; if you write a description of it... the moment the handwriting touches the ground, the text automatically turns into gibberish, and even you can't understand it."

"You can look directly at it; it's not even invisible, its outline is clear, and its details are distinct. But you forget it as soon as you see it, you can't remember it, you can't even perceive it, like an afterimage that you can't grasp after waking from a dream."

"It is a void of memory, an erased truth, a secret that can never be spoken. It is a strange thing that devours 'concepts,' swallowing memories, reality, and sometimes... even people themselves."