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

The mentality of Earthlings is starting to collapse.

You've just survived a dozen or so eerie shadows, and then you're told... this is nothing.

This isn't an escape game; it's an endless parkour map! If you stop for even a second, you'll be dragged away by an invisible hand from behind! If you're unlucky, a hidden boss will pop up halfway through, and you'll die instantly!

What the hell!

The sheer number is outrageous! So many it's suffocating!

In an instant, the angel lost his focus, the demon frowned, and the super soldier's pupils contracted.

They all heard it... the truth that should never have been revealed was laid bare.

In the footage, Clay is almost out of control.

He stared intently at Marion, as if he were looking at a madman.

I wanted to argue back.

But O5-8 behind him suddenly spoke up and turned the monitor around.

"Clay," he said in a low voice, "you should take a look at this."

The screen lights up.

Clay was stunned.

Cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

As Marion said... there really is a record file in the archive marked "Strange-55". The content may be empty, but the entry exists, the creation time is clear, and the source is traceable.

What does this mean?

The containment organization has discovered it before.

But he knew nothing about it.

A chill ran down his spine to the back of his head, as if someone had poured a bucket of ice water over his head.

He slowly loosened his grip on the gun.

Even O5-8's expression changed.

At that moment, he finally realized how terrifying the problem was.

The anti-meme department... is not just a legend.

It really did exist.

It might even be the Foundation's sharpest hidden blade... specifically designed to hunt down monsters that cannot be remembered or detected.

But they... are probably all dead.

They died during the journey to containment, and they died from being forgotten itself.

And the woman before me...

He is the only remnant alive.

The former captain of the anti-meme unit.

The data doesn't lie.

The Mysterious 055 did indeed exist.

Then everything she said might be true.

O5-8 took a deep breath, his voice as heavy as iron:

"How many anisomes are there exactly?"

Marion gently shook her head.

"I know of ten. But at least five were never registered, and there are many more... It's simply impossible to find them."

She looked around as if she were looking at something invisible.

"They can only be detected through traces. For example, right now... there are at least two hidden in this room."

She paused, a bitter smile appearing on her lips.

"One of them has been following me. An invisible thing that lives by devouring my memories. So over the years I've learned a method... to actively make up interesting things and stuff them into my brain, to feed it. Like my password, or the secret to making coffee."

O5-8 squinted, his gaze sharp as a knife.

An anti-meme that devours memories? That makes sense. If she really was the department head back then, it wouldn't be surprising if she possessed the means to suppress the supernatural.

"What about the other one?"

05-8 couldn't help but speak, his voice tinged with tension.

"another?"

Marion suddenly chuckled, picked up his bag, slowly reached inside, and pulled it out... holding a gun.

boom!boom!

Gunfire erupted.

[Projecting onto the dome screen]

The same loud bang ripped through the silence.

Clay's assistant's chest instantly erupted in two bursts of blood. He stared wide-eyed at the woman before him in disbelief.

05-8 stood frozen in place, his mind blank.

"This...this is Clay's gun? When did you...?"

His throat was dry. Marion clearly hadn't laid a hand on him; how could he have taken the weapon so quietly?

How could an ordinary woman nearing fifty move so fast?

Marion didn't answer, but coldly raised his gun, aimed it at Clay's brow where his remaining consciousness lingered, and delivered the final blow.

Only after confirming death did he slowly stand up, gracefully removing the magazine like a dancer, and gently placing the gun aside.

"It's difficult to steal a heavy gun without anyone noticing, but if you steal the gun first and then have 'it' erase the other person's memory... it's much easier."

She tapped her temple, a slight smile playing on her lips:

"Some pets are born docile and are easy to tame."

……

"Wait... what did she say? I'm completely confused!"

"Can anyone tell me how that gun ended up in her hands?!"

"No way... She said she was raising an anisometaphor in her brain that eats memories... Could it be true? Did she really tame that weirdo into a tool? And even let it steal Clay's memories?!"

"Holy crap! Memories can be stolen?! And this thing can be used as a skill?!"

The world was in uproar.

On the Juxia, the expressions of the onlookers all changed.

"She's right. It's impossible to disarm someone using just physical strength and reflexes. The only explanation is... that strange thing inside her was indeed involved in the operation."

Qi Lin said in a low voice, her brows furrowed.

As a veteran constable, she knew better than anyone what this meant.

Marion showed no abnormalities throughout, and even appeared somewhat slow due to her age.

Clay... judging from his subtle movements, is at least a top-level agent, with an almost superhuman level of alertness.

But the result is undeniable and cannot be disputed.

It must have been that so-called "pet" that did the dirty work.

"So that's how it is... Humans really can control the supernatural?!"

General Duao murmured, a burning light igniting in his eyes.

This was the first time he had witnessed the reality of "humans coexisting with the supernatural."

Although he did not see the strange entity itself, the series of abnormal actions just now could not be explained by common sense!

in other words……

The strange occurrence is not an apocalyptic disaster.

Rather... it was an unprecedented opportunity!

The thought stirred within Du Ao, his heart burning with excitement, his blood seemingly ignited, and an irresistible urge surged within him.

……

[The scene continues]

Seeing Marion put down his gun, 05-8's tense nerves relaxed slightly.

At least for now, it seems... she has no intention of killing me.

"That's probably...that's true. But I still don't understand, what are you after?"

His voice was slightly hoarse, but he still couldn't hide his confusion.

Besides... his assistant Clay is actually a bizarre reverse meme?

He was so easily shot in the head?

Something just doesn't feel right.

"It's time to take your medicine."

Marion finally spoke, but completely ignored his question and took out a strip of pills from her pocket.

Click... two pills were squeezed out.

Hexagonal, green.

She tilted her head back and swallowed one, then handed the other directly to 05-8.

05-8 His pupils suddenly contracted.

Familiar, yet strange.

He had seen this medicine before, but couldn't remember where.

"Does this feel familiar? But you just can't quite place it, right?"

After Marion swallowed the pill, her complexion finally improved. She slowly stepped forward and gently placed the small pill on the table.

"This is a gene enhancer independently developed by our containment organization. You've probably heard of Class A memory erasers... which can completely erase certain things that shouldn't be remembered. But in the Anime Division, we also have corresponding 'antidotes': Class W, Class X, Class Y, Class Z... various memory stabilizing agents. Among them, Class W has the fewest side effects, and although its effect is the weakest, it is suitable for long-term use."

"This thing is our last line of defense against forgetting. To put it bluntly, it doesn't create memories, it only prevents them from being erased... At least someone has to remember that we once knew about things that shouldn't exist."

Her voice was calm, yet carried an undeniable chill.

"Don't expect to find out at the pharmacy; they won't tell you anything. Anisotropy will wipe everything out. You think you just forgot to take your medication? But you shouldn't have. Just like our previous colleagues... taking medication is the only way we can continue working."

"If you miss a dose, all the memories maintained by the medication will instantly collapse. You will forget why you needed to take it, where you got it, and even who you are or the existence of this department. You will become a complete blank."

05-8 suddenly clutched her head, her brows furrowed, her expression a mixture of pain and confusion: "I... I actually forgot to take my medicine? How could that be? How could something so important..."

……

"Oh shit! Is this woman involved in a cult?"

"Do you believe that? That's bullshit! It's obviously a staged performance!"

"Seriously? Is this what O5's top management is like? Are you kidding me?"

"But I feel like she's telling the truth... and look at 05-8's reaction, his face turned green the moment he saw the pills!"

Discussions arose, and the crowd became restless.

At this moment, no one can tell... who is the puppet being manipulated, and who is the conscious hunter.

……

[The scene continues]

"The problem lies with your assistant." Marion's tone suddenly turned cold. "The only person who could get close to you and make you neglect your medication is him."

"Clay? He's the person I trust most! All these years..."

O5-8 was visibly shocked. Everyone who entered the Containment Association underwent rigorous screening, let alone his personal assistant.

"When did you start to think he was your assistant? And when did you assume he'd been working for you for years?" she interrupted coldly. "Open your eyes and look at this office you're in now."

"One desk, one chair. That's it. Tell me, where does your assistant usually sit? Where does she stay? You only have one real assistant... that Miss Bxiao outside. As for that dead guy... he wasn't even human."

"He is an anti-meme entity. Or rather, a tangible fragment of something that shouldn't exist."

"The only thing that puzzles me is why such pure 'nothingness' can possess a human form? Theoretically, it shouldn't exist in reality... but this already touches on the realm of dualism. Once I transport his body back to the research center and dissect it, the truth will naturally come out."

Marion frowned and whispered.

O5-8's expression changed drastically, as if struck by lightning.

He finally realized...

In his office, there was indeed only a table and a chair.

There wasn't a second seat available!

This means...

The "Clay" he considered his confidant should never have existed in the first place!

In his perception, a "nothing" had become a "something"!

Even more terrifying is that anemones have already infiltrated his consciousness, making him firmly believe that Clay has been working for him for many years...

He...was already corrupted!!!

……

[Screen ends]

……

"Holy crap... this sends chills down my spine! Isn't this a scene from a supernatural drama? An assistant who doesn't even exist?"

"My brain feels like it's being gnawed by insects; I can't understand it, but I'm deeply shocked. Am I about to evolve into a highly intelligent life form?"

"This is insane! Is this world even real anymore?"

"So, according to her, Clay is completely fake? But how can something fake be touched and killed?"

"Memory eraser? The Containment Council can really erase files? What kind of advanced technology is this?!"

"Wait, what's with this light barrier? Who's behind this? Wasn't the Flame Demon dealt with a long time ago? How did this thing reappear?"

The entire internet exploded, with comments flooding the screen.

Strangely, no one could recall what had happened before. It was as if a piece of their memory had been forcibly ripped out, leaving an empty void, without even a trace of its outline.