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

"Holy crap!! Can anyone translate this? I'm about to pee my pants!"

"Unspeakable! Unrecordable! Unfilmable?! This is practically a bug!!"

"Antime...means it exists, but we're destined not to know it exists??"

"This thing isn't even a living thing, it's 'non-existence' itself?! What kind of nonsense is this, scientific society?!"

The entire internet was abuzz with fear, and the news spread like wildfire.

Inside the Juxia, all was deathly silent.

General Du'ao's face was deathly pale, and his voice trembled: "Memes are bizarre... They spread through cognition, roaming between consciousness, and are more deadly than cognitive distortion... But this anti-meme... It erases 'existence' from its very source, forcibly creating a reality that 'it never existed'."

"General! Rose!" Qi Lin suddenly looked up, her voice trembling, "That half hour that disappeared before... all of us, the time rift of the entire Earth..."

In an instant, everyone was enlightened.

Some people's pupils dilated, some felt cold all over, and some opened their mouths but couldn't speak.

Those who hadn't yet realized what was happening remained completely bewildered.

"Wait... Qilin, what did you say? I'm getting more and more confused!"

"What are memes and animemes? What exactly are they?"

Chuangzi and Xinye looked completely bewildered, as if they had just been struck by lightning.

"So what Qilin means is... during the half hour we disappeared, a strange... an anime-like monster descended upon Earth? Maybe the Sky Gate even issued a warning, but because of its abilities, all of our memories were wiped clean?"

Glenn scratched the back of his head, his tone uncertain, but his words were articulate and well-reasoned.

"ha?!"

Du Qiangwei suddenly turned to look at him, her beautiful eyes widening. She had been completely confused, but this usually clueless Glenn had actually hit the nail on the head?

"He's right." Angel Yan's calm voice came through the communication channel. "It's not just you who lost half an hour of memory; we angels are the same. Queen Keisha did indeed enter some information into the Divine Knowledge Base, but the content is incomplete."

"It's confirmed that the fifth anomaly has descended upon Earth. Most likely, it's an anomaly. Just like Marion said in the video... its very existence will make people forget about it."

"In other words, we may all 'know' about that half hour. But once it's over... all related memories, records, and thought processes are completely erased."

The angels and Earth's special forces have now formed an alliance, communicating via channels and synchronizing information in real time.

"Holy crap! You mean we've all lost our memories? Then... what exactly is this fourth anomaly? What are its abilities? How are we supposed to fight now?!"

Chuangzi almost jumped up from his chair; he still couldn't wrap his head around it.

"Memory erasure? That means we can't reconstruct what happened at all... not even the angels remember?"

Du Qiangwei's pupils contracted slightly, and her lips were gently bitten by her teeth.

"We can't fight them. We have absolutely no idea where to start." Yan's voice lowered a few decibels. "Even if Keisha left behind data, we can't read or understand that information now, and it's even self-destructing. If it's just hiding itself, it's not that fatal."

"But the problem is..."

She paused, as if suppressing a chill.

"But what?!"

General Du's voice suddenly rose, almost unable to contain himself.

Is there anything more devastating than "not being able to see the enemy"?

"But what if its power is to completely erase 'the concept of a certain existence'?" Yan slowly began. "What I'm worried about is... once it's triggered, one of us will disappear from everyone's memory, along with all traces of his existence, reduced to zero. Everyone will assume that he never existed."

"Because... Marion explicitly stated that animetics can kill."

The moment the words left his mouth, the command room fell into dead silence.

It was eerily quiet.

"Holy crap! That's invincible?! This...this is just too outrageous!!"

Rena suddenly stood up, her voice trembling.

Erasure of existence?

For example, if Rena is erased... then from Pan Zhen to her teammates, no one remembers who she is, and even the concept of "there was once a Rena" no longer exists.

This is not death.

This is a direct deletion of the account from the bottom up in reality!

They didn't give us a chance to start over!

"Hiss... The more I think about it, the scarier it gets. It's more terrifying than killing you!"

Rui Xiaomeng gasped, her pretty face turning pale.

Du Qiangwei, Lianfeng, Xinye, Du Ao... everyone's expression changed drastically.

This isn't a battle.

This is, on a narrative level, directly removing a person from the timeline!

It's not death.

It's not annihilation.

It means "never lived".

"Then... what if... some of our comrades have already been wiped out, and we... didn't even know?"

The little fox spoke timidly, its voice as soft as a pin dropping.

In an instant, the air froze again.

His comrade-in-arms is dead?

But no one noticed, no one remembered, and it didn't even leave a trace in reality?

This is so eerie...

How to prevent it?

How do I play?

The strange occurrences that occurred during the missing half hour must have been due to anti-memes... The angel legion has already confirmed this from another angle.

But here is the problem.

Nobody can be sure.

Is the world still whole now? Did that strange thing really kill someone?

No one knows.

We cannot know for sure.

……

The Styx Galaxy, a dark castle.

Mr. Hua's "treatment" has come to an end. He looked down at his body, a grin spreading across his face.

"Tsk tsk tsk, not bad, really not bad! Much better than the original body... So, I guess I've turned misfortune into a blessing? Hahahaha..."

Laughter echoed through the empty hall.

The Void Engine successfully loaded, and his combat power soared, even surpassing Morgana's, forcefully entering the ranks of fourth-generation angels!

Going head-on against Keisha? I could win.

Comparing skill levels? Not quite there yet.

If they really fight, he'll most likely be the one who ends up on the losing end.

Just enjoy it!

Karl, that kid, really is his benefactor.

"Something's happened on Earth! A part of my memory has been erased, and I suspect... it's related to this bizarre arrival!" The angel Ruoning's urgent voice rang out in the projection. "Keisha is on her way to Earth. Fight, surrender, or flee, Heavenly Scum King, you must make a decision quickly!"

She vaguely sensed something was wrong, but her memory of that strange occurrence was completely blank.

"That woman Keisha? Let her win over Liang Mei first. But by the time I get there, it'll be too late!"

Mr. Hua frowned, his tone agitated.

"Your Excellency, the Fallen King, you have now recovered in a soul form, while your physical body remains under the control of Lady Ruoning. The power of the void can guide you back to your place... This is one of the laws of the universe, and I can send you back."

Death God Karl bowed slightly, his tone gentle, a hint of a smile flashing in his eyes.

"Oh? You've got that skill? Kid, you're pretty good! Then hurry up and get started!"

Having experienced a surge in power, Master Hua could no longer contain himself.

"Please rest assured."

Karl chuckled, and a massive black magic circle suddenly appeared beneath his feet.

Master Hua's body instantly turned into black mist, which was pulled by the void and sent to the Earth's main body... This kind of teleportation is only possible when the main body still exists; otherwise, one can only rely on flying.

"My God! Why are you so subservient to this scoundrel? This is no longer the era of the Heavenly Palace; you should just wipe him out! I'm fed up with his face!"

The Howling King roared, his aura overwhelming, amplified by his peak third-generation cultivation and the Void Engine.

It's one thing for Mr. Hua to put on an act, but if it weren't for Karl's sake, he would have already overturned the table and left.

"Did you see that weird thing just now? Fifth place."

Carl did not respond, but simply asked a question in return.

"Fifth place is weird? When did it appear? Wasn't it the fourth-place Balrog before? That thing was outrageous; only those lunatics from the Containment Association could control it!"

The Howling King felt a chill run down his spine, still feeling lingering fear.

Karl did not answer, but simply closed his eyes silently.

...Anisomorphic phenomenon...weird...quantity? I can't remember. But I'm certain the weirdness has indeed descended. And it has completely erased everyone's memory of it.

What an enchanting ability.

This is true invincibility... How can you fight when you don't even know the enemy exists?

If it's not invincible, then what is it?

Master Hua is a key piece in his scheme, and he absolutely cannot die now.

Having expended so much void power to revive him, how could we easily abandon him?

more importantly……

As long as Mr. Hua returns to Earth.

That means Karl's eyes are now fixed on Earth.

He could clearly sense the strange fluctuations in power.

Meanwhile, I am still far away in the Styx Galaxy.

Thousands of miles away, he holds the power of life and death.

Wouldn't that be even better?

……

[In the video]

"So, they are a real threat. That's all I can say. Anime is extremely dangerous... If I mention too much, everything about this conversation will be erased, including your memories and my understanding."

"The Containment Council established this department precisely to address this kind of threat. We can only think in circles... because it can literally 'devour' any preparations you make to face it!"

Ms. Marion began to speak, her pace steady, yet each word sharp and cutting.

O5-8's expression had long since changed; his posture was stiff, and his fingertips were unconsciously tapping the armrest... He could clearly hear the hostility hidden in this "story."

"For example," he said, trying to keep his voice calm, "I'll give you an anisome."

““Strange-55”,” Marion blurted out.

"We don't have the Weird-55!" Assistant Clay suddenly looked up, almost shouting it out.

"I'll say it again," Marion said, her gaze unwavering. "Yes. I'm not lying to you."

"impossible!!"

Clay's voice suddenly rose, like a cat whose tail had been stepped on, "The numbers aren't consecutive! Some gaps are intentionally left! This isn't some kind of mysticism! We have the Mysterious 666, we have the Mysterious 013, but there will never be numbers like Mysterious 001 or Mysterious 055! The system doesn't allow it!"

"No," Marion interrupted calmly, "all bizarre names are never randomly assigned."

She paused, her tone as if stating a universal law.

"Instead...they are arranged in the order of discovery."

In that instant, it felt as if a needle had pierced the nerves of all humanity.

The live chat exploded.

"Holy crap?! Does that mean... the number of supernatural entities has already exceeded two thousand?!"

"My God... how many people can the shelters actually hold? Is the world already halfway to the crematorium?"

"Strange 001? How sinister is that thing? It hasn't even appeared yet?! How did they even name it?!"

"Someone tell me this is fake!! You must be kidding me!!"