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

On the communication channel, Angel Yan's voice was cold and resolute.

you do not say!

This thing belongs to the same EUC class as the 053 girl—the most unpredictable class in the containment facility.

Now everyone is very clear about the shelter's classification system:

Safe level, basically just for show, nothing to worry about if you don't mess with it.

For example, Mr. Hua's pack of Blue Lady cigarettes won't even give you a sneeze unless you light it, smell it, or put it in your mouth.

The euclid level is the type that is "manageable but difficult to deal with".

Just like the 053 girl, even if she wiped out the entire red-light district overnight, the actual impact was only on a few alleys, and it didn't cause any major upheaval.

Keter-level? Those are truly deadly, capable of rewriting reality and collapsing dimensions at will.

The angel Wan Yu cleaved the Taotie army in two with a single sword strike; the zombie virus, following the causal chain, grew wildly, devouring the entire parallel universe until only bone fragments remained—a complete doomsday warning.

But in the scene just now,

Dr. Bright held the eerie 963-Immortal in his bare hands, his fingers almost touching its surface, yet he was still lively and energetic, without losing a single hair.

Everyone was stunned.

It neither harms people, nor bewitches the gods, nor unleashes any power...

Why should it be branded with the EUC name?

It looked like a misplaced seal, leaving people completely confused.

The camera slowly zooms in.

Dr. Bright was like a perpetual motion machine, constantly working in the lab: when he was tired, he would fall asleep at the workbench; when he was hungry, he would just call out to the door, and his assistant would immediately bring him a sandwich and black coffee. He had no concept of day or night, only data and hypotheses; he was a veritable mad scholar who had crawled into a test tube.

The video gradually lost its edge, its pace becoming as sluggish as lukewarm water, and many viewers began to rub their eyes and yawn.

But in the very next second—

The screen shook suddenly!

Boom!!

A deafening explosion rang out, jolting everyone awake instantly.

"Doctor! Oh no! Containment breach!! Quick—escape—"

Before he could finish speaking, an assistant crashed into the camera, blood gushing from his chest. He couldn't finish his sentence and was sliced ​​in two by a beam of black light, along with half of the alloy wall!

Immediately afterwards, a man strolled in.

His skin was covered with ancient runes, each one pulsating slightly in the dim light, as if etched deep into his flesh.

"It's him! Abel, the man with the black knife!"

"Wasn't he locked up in the seventh-level restricted room by the Containment Council a long time ago? How did he get out?!"

"That speed of blades... the specially made alloy walls of the containment facility are like paper in front of him!"

"It's over, Dr. Bright is definitely doomed this time!"

"Wait... could 963 be a curse switch? We just touched it and already got into trouble, this is so unlucky!"

"No wonder something went wrong! I knew it would get out of control sooner or later!"

"Was this video taken in the past, or did it just happen? Can anyone give me a definite answer?!"

The crowd was in an uproar.

Dr. Bright, clutching 963-Immortal, his pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at Abel, who burst through the door.

"Damn it! I've been yelling this a million times—this thing can't be contained at all! It can't be contained! But you just wouldn't believe me! Here, I have some freshly baked pastries, want to try one? You look like you're panting, why don't you rest for a bit? Don't worry, I'm unarmed, I didn't even bring a screwdriver..."

He deftly pulled out a 950 special dessert, which was bright green and oily with a suspicious sheen, and put on an extremely ingratiating smile.

"Holy crap! Dr. Bright's shamelessness is so extreme, it could be nominated for intangible cultural heritage status!"

"He deserves an Oscar! His acting is superb!"

"What are you waiting for? Run!"

"Run? Do you think Abel is in slow motion? A fragile scholar like Bright would be torn in two before his legs even leave the ground!"

Before the words were finished—

A flash of cold light.

Abel's sword was already upon him.

Dr. Bright was cut in two on the spot, his internal organs spilled out, and blood splattered all over the ground.

Abel didn't even lift an eyelid, stepped over the corpse, and strode away. Behind him, alarms blared, and the entire base descended into chaotic, infernal chaos.

The ruby ​​amulet lay quietly in his outstretched palm, unmoved.

"Holy crap! That's it...gone?!"

"What's the point of this 'immortality' anyway? It got killed off as soon as it appeared, what incredibly unlucky thing to do!"

"I guarantee it—963 is all about attracting bad luck! I bet a pack of spicy strips!"

"I'll bet two bags!"

[Frozen frame]

It stopped in Dr. Bright's cold hand, or more precisely, on the surface of the ruby ​​amulet.

Nothing seemed amiss, just like the first time we met.

This scene stunned everyone present.

"This...this is 'immortality'? Cough cough...could it be...just that the body doesn't decompose? I heard that the pharaohs of ancient Egypt were buried in the pyramids and remained dry for thousands of years."

Chuangzi blurted it out.

"Uh... that was my first reaction too. But something's not right—look, the footage is playing at an accelerated pace, Dr. Bright's body has started to turn blue and collapse, the flesh is softening and peeling away inch by inch..."

Xinye's pupils contracted sharply as he stared intently at the light screen.

"We have retrieved the entire talent pool of China for comparison, and no one matches Dr. Bright's facial features and biometric information."

Du Qiangwei spoke coldly, her brows furrowed slightly, and a layer of doubt appeared in her eyes.

"Not just in Dragon Kingdom. The Angel System has completed a global scan—the entire Earth—and there is no record of Dr. Bright. It can be basically confirmed that he does not belong to this star system, and is not even from our spacetime dimension."

Angel Yan's voice fell calmly.

"Then... what exactly is this 'immortality' ability?"

General Du'ao instinctively pressed for an answer.

"Ask me? Who should I ask? The sky is still there, which means the story isn't over—keep reading."

Angel Yan's voice was as faint as the wind brushing past her ear.

On the light screen.

I don't know how many days and nights have passed.

Dr. Bright's body was already decayed and deformed, with clothing stuck to the bones, emitting a dull, sour smell.

at last.

The shelter's cleaning team arrived at the scene.

A low-ranking officer strolled closer, wearing a familiar gray-blue D-class uniform.

With his sharp eyes, he spotted the pendant inlaid with a ruby, glanced around, then crouched down, his fingertips just touching the metal clasp—

My whole body jolted violently, as if I had been struck by a high-voltage electric shock.

In the blink of an eye, a fawning smile spread across his face, but his voice suddenly changed tone:

"I...I'm just a researcher who can't lift a finger! Don't kill me...uh?!"

He stared blankly at the broken beams and shattered tiles scattered on the ground, his Adam's apple bobbing.

"I...I'm not dead? No...what's going on?!"

He looked down at himself, then glanced around blankly.

His face was reflected in a skewed lens—

Yes, it was the face of a Class D personnel: sallow, haggard, and with sunken eyes.

But in those eyes, there surged Dr. Bright's usual sharpness and astonishment.

soon.

More D-class members poured in, led by a mid-level manager from the Containment Committee.

At this moment, Dr. Bright, in his D-class body, confirmed one thing to everyone with a trembling but clear voice:

He is still alive.

Consciousness is intact, residing in this unfamiliar body!

"Oh my god! Bright! How did you end up like this, you bastard? Damn it! You look exactly like a drug addict who's been up for seven nights straight!"

An old colleague screamed in surprise.

"Bright! If you agree, I'd like to collect your neural signals immediately—it's incredible! Your heart stopped and your brainwaves went to zero, yet you still 'woke up'? Is your body having any rejection reactions? What's your consciousness synchronization rate like?"

"My God! Behold this miracle!"

"Bright! I'm so glad for you—you should have changed bodies a long time ago! Now you should finally give up those disgusting 'shit snack' experiments, right?"

In the video, a group of researchers surrounded Dr. Bright, their gazes burning like searchlights, filled with awe, ecstasy, and an almost greedy excitement.

……

"Hiss... So Dr. Bright didn't die at all? He even entered that cannon fodder's body?"

"That's called possession! Soul transmigration is just a trick used in online novels!"

"This is incredible! Could this be the core mechanism of Feature 963?!"

"Holy crap... this is an absolute lifesaver! It's absolutely top-tier weird!"

"It's like getting a free life!"

"Wait! Holy crap—Dr. Bright has moved again!! That unlucky researcher just touched the ruby ​​amulet and instantly became 'replaced'!!"

"Is this still Dr. Bright? He can jump between pods indefinitely?! That's awesome!!"

……

The crowd erupted in uproar, the clamor nearly lifting the roof off.

Within the light screen, a young researcher curiously reached out, his fingertips just touching the dark red gem—

The next second, he froze, his throat moved, and what came out was Dr. Bright's low, tired voice:

"Uh... I think I'm... here..."

The D-level personnel who were standing just a second ago suddenly collapsed to the ground, their pupils dilated, and they were no longer breathing.

The scene fell into a deathly silence. All the researchers took a half step back in unison, their faces turning ashen.

……

Juxia.

"This is shocking! The physical body completely disintegrated, yet the consciousness remained unscathed? This isn't technology; it's a miracle!"

General Du's pupils contracted, and his voice tightened.

"It's not just resurrection—it could very well be an eternal cycle! As for 'immortality,' I suspect... as long as one possesses it, consciousness can be detached, parasitized, and reborn time and time again, with each new host giving it a new life!"

Du Qiangwei dug her fingertips into her palm, speaking quickly and deeply.

The moment those words were spoken, the air in the command room suddenly froze.

"Hiss—can they really do that?"

Chuangzi gasped, and the hairs on the back of his neck stood on end.

"More than immortality? This thing... looks even more sinister than 682! If 682 were to touch it, wouldn't it instantly transform into a new version of it?"

Xinye stared at the screen, his Adam's apple bobbing, his voice dry.

Correct!

963 - The essence of immortality, to put it bluntly, is living plunder - touch and take, touch and exchange!

Absolutely!

If it were to casually touch Xiao Lun's wrist... the Galactic Force would change hands on the spot!

In an instant, the faces of the entire special forces team turned grim, and they all lowered their breathing.

Devil One.

"Ha! This is insane!! This piece of junk actually exists? Ato—listen carefully! Even if it costs you your life, you have to get your hands on it!! This is outrageous! Touching it will result in possession? That stinky face of Keisha… hehe, hehehe…"

Morgana threw her head back and laughed, the last syllable of her voice drawn out and cold, her fingernails scraping against the armrest of the throne with a sharp, grating sound.

963 - Immortal, ridiculously strong!

It's not about fighting, it's about sticking to someone—one touch and the soul is scattered; one lean and the body is replaced.

This isn't a weapon.

This is the key to opening up the world!

Divine Atoms? Fourth Generation Angelic Body?

No matter how hard the shell is, it's nothing more than a lock waiting to be dismantled in front of it.

With a click, it changed owners.

Was it good?

It was absolutely exhilarating!

She was furious about losing 053 earlier and missing the opportunity to tame 682.

But right now—

Morgana's eyes blazed like blades: This time, she'll hold onto it even if it kills her!

unbelievable?

No, it's another day!

only……

Can Keisha withstand this impact? If she really can't—

That was the sharpest broken blade of the angelic civilization, hanging overhead.

The blazing sun.

Tower of Heaven.

The divine torch was empty, with only wisps of blue smoke remaining.

Pan Zhen stood on the steps, his back ramrod straight, but he couldn't hide the dark emotions churning in his eyes.

My mentor, Di Hongkun, has completely vanished.

The last flame of the divine fire went out.

But at that very moment, the image of 963-Immortal appearing in the sky was like a red-hot needle, piercing his heart.

Isn't this a miracle tailor-made for teachers?

Why did it have to be so late?

If it had appeared a day earlier...

Even if it meant becoming a vessel for his own consciousness and handing it over to his teacher, he would do it willingly!

963 - Immortal -

Under the blazing sun, victory is assured!

Even if it is given to Rena in the future, it must never fall into the outer realms!

But now...

Where is it hidden? Who holds it?

Pan Zhen's eyes blazed with fire, burning as fiercely as molten gold, his fighting spirit soaring to the heavens.