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

The Angel Legion.

"That's ruthless! This... isn't this just like the 'reincarnation' tales from Earth's folklore?"

"You're peeking at human online novels again? This is clearly a torrent of dark data directly overriding the original owner's consciousness!"

"That's right! But the coverage is so thorough—zero latency, zero loss, Dr. Bright didn't even blink!"

"963 - Immortality...it might really allow consciousness to transcend the cycle of life and death!"

The angel sisters gathered around the observatory, chattering amongst themselves, their wings trembling slightly.

They have lived for thousands of years and witnessed too many deaths—war tearing bodies apart and time eroding memories.

But this thing in front of me, with its understated elegance, has cemented "eternity" into reality.

Yan lowered his eyes and remained silent, while Zhixin clenched his fist.

……

"If its rules have no blind spots—Keisha will no longer be the guardian, but the first target to be eliminated."

In the communication frequency band, He Xi's voice was calm to the point of being sharp.

The angelic sage's brow furrowed slightly, his lips tightened, and a thin layer of frost appeared on his usually composed face.

Sacred atoms can protect the body from destruction, but they cannot prevent consciousness from dissipating.

And 963 - Immortal -

It does not cultivate the physical body, but focuses on destroying the spirit and soul.

Holy Keisha whispered like the wind, a sharp, cold glint flashing in her eyes.

Her body had long been tempered to near eternity, remaining steadfast even after hundreds of thousands of years.

But consciousness is ultimately fragile—repeated death erodes the mind, dark data quietly collapses, and memories slip away like sand in an hourglass.

But 963 Immortal precisely broke this deadlock.

of course,

There is currently no indication of any other potential problems.

The Styx Galaxy.

Deep within the dark castle.

"Brilliant! Absolutely brilliant! A cosmic-level creation miracle!! This strange thing... it's practically a destined artifact sculpted by my own hands!! Howling King! Return immediately—to subdue Howell's group and the elite Gluttons I just awakened!"

"Listen carefully: at all costs, even if it means burning all void coordinates and tearing apart the laws of reality, you must personally deliver the 963 Anomaly into my hands!!"

Death God Karl's pupils burned brightly, surging with a raging fire of madness, excitement, and terror.

He had long since transformed into a void entity, with only pure conceptual will remaining, wandering in the dimensional rifts.

But once the soul is submerged in 963, it is equivalent to building an impregnable temple of immortality—

It is indestructible, and it can also infinitely parasitize, leap, and regenerate!

This is no longer immortality... this is absolute domination that transcends time!

Holy Keisha? Merely a remnant of an old era. When I take control of 963, the entire universe combined cannot crush the thought of me—Death God Karl—and I will ascend the immortal throne!

"Yes, my God!!"

The Howling King's electronic eyes flashed with crimson arcs of electricity. Equipped with the Void Engine, his combat power alone was already at the peak of the third generation, enough to crush the entire Earth.

of course,

It remains to be seen whether he or Morgana is stronger.

But don't forget—the angel Ruoning is still lurking on Earth, as is the Heavenly Scum King who is rummaging through the underworld searching for fragments!

"Angel Ruoning! You've seen 963 with your own eyes, haven't you? Help me take it, and I'll grant you everything you've ever dreamed of!!"

Death God Karl's void projection suddenly appeared beside Ruoning.

"Damn! I've had my eye on this thing for a while! Ruoning, don't you dare agree! Once I'm fully regenerated, who on this planet will dare to challenge me?!"

Master Hua's soul has reconstructed most of his torso, and his afterimage reveals anxiety and ruthlessness.

The Void Body possesses a semi-immortal characteristic—to truly erase him, one would have to incinerate his data imprint in the Dark Dimension, and even the entire universe's "cognition of his existence."

The previous heart attack only scraped off a layer of skin; it didn't affect his underlying health at all.

"Keisha's fleet will be close to orbit in three days."

Angel Ruoning's voice was as cold as a double-edged sword.

Mr. Hua was speechless on the spot; his Adam's apple bobbed up and down, but he couldn't utter a single syllable.

"Fine! I agree! But the strange entity hasn't landed yet. Once it shows up, I'll go and snatch it myself!"

When Ruoning made the decisive decision, Master Hua's face fell, as if he had just swallowed a whole basket of bitter gall.

……

[Surveillance footage cuts in]

Dr. Bright was taken back to the laboratory for in-depth questioning.

Interview Transcript:

A staff member pushed open the door and entered: "Please state your name."

The parasitized researcher abruptly looked up, his voice shrill and piercing: "I'm Jack Bright! What the hell are you pretending to be?!"

The staff member frowned: "No, you're Researcher Mike, in charge of the biological gene recombination project..."

The researcher slammed his fist on the table: "Stop talking nonsense! I am Bright—" (Before he finished speaking, the eerie 963-1 was swiftly removed by the lab technician. On the MRI screen, the researcher's brainwaves instantly dropped to zero, his pupils dilated, and his breathing stopped. 963-1 was reattached to the back of his neck, and within seconds, his heartbeat, brainwaves, and micro-expressions all returned to normal.)

The staff member slowly closed the notebook: "It seems... we've really run into a tough opponent."

The interview has ended.

……

In the weeks that followed, Dr. Bright was subjected to intensive testing.

The conclusion becomes clear:

The moment 963-1 leaves the body, the host is instantly frozen, like a sculpture without power.

Upon contact, neural connections are instantly re-established, and normal function resumes.

Even more troublesome is—

Each time he leaps into a new body, he is forced to swallow the most heart-wrenching fragments of the original owner's memories, his temples bulging with veins and his mouth twitching uncontrollably, as if he were chewing on scalding hot shards of glass.

In addition,

All images show that Dr. Bright's parasitic abilities are limited to the ape suborder.

He briefly possessed a male chimpanzee, but as soon as he opened his eyes, he started cursing, "Too much hair! Too strong a smell!"—and then turned around and abandoned the body to return to his original body, precisely locking down a D-level henchman.

Thousands of verifications point to only one ironclad rule:

Dr. Bright is unkillable.

Even "suicide" itself.

His soul and mind are permanently imprisoned in 963-Immortality. As soon as the next direct primate touches it, Dr. Bright will instantly "awaken," open his eyes, speak, and wave his arms again—a living resurrection!

This is not just "immortal" in the name, but true immortality.

But what truly silenced the entire audience was another terrifying ability of 963-Immortal—

clone.

No.

To be more precise—

When Dr. Bright resides in a body for more than thirty Earth days, even if he actively leaves, that old body will still quietly develop a complete and independently functioning Dr. Bright consciousness!

Consciousness cloning!

Two identical Dr. Bright, each thinking, debating, and giving orders!

Even more astonishingly, right under the noses of the containment organization, this guy secretly created four or five "selves"!

"My God... this 963 is too outrageous! They can even mass-produce consciousness?!"

"It's terrifying to think about! That's what makes it so scary!"

"So many 'Bright' versions? Which one is the original?"

"Hilarious! I just saw two Bright guys fighting over a broom in the support area—one said, 'I'm the real deal,' and the other grabbed a mop and yelled, 'You're the fake one!!'"

"I inexplicably identify with a Konoha ninja who loves hand seals..."

The crowd erupted in uproar.

Special forces formation.

All the super soldiers froze on the spot, mouths slightly agape, eyes glazed over.

"This... consciousness can be copied? Doesn't that mean they're invincible, impossible to eradicate, and will only multiply the more you fight them?!"

Chuangzi's voice was strained.

"If you copied ten Du Qiangwei... that would be a Rose Commando Unit!"

Xinye blurted it out.

Du Qiangwei immediately turned her head, her gaze as sharp as an ice pick.

But a scorching fire suddenly ignited deep within General Du's pupils—

Consciousness cloning!

This is absolutely incredible!

If coupled with mature and stable prosthetic body cultivation technology, and a hundred high-level combat consciousnesses can be mass-produced in one go... in an instant, a sharp blade legion that can sweep across the starry sea can be formed!

The physical body is easy to create, but the consciousness is difficult to cultivate.

Which true strongman hasn't crawled out of mountains of corpses and seas of blood? Countless life-or-death moments can never be reenacted or simulated.

Unlike consciousness cloning, it can perfectly replicate experience, intuition, combat skills, and even on-the-spot reactions!

For example, the former supreme commander of the Deno star system!

Or perhaps it's the sword of judgment hanging in the sky above the planet Lieyang!

Although they have fallen, even if they only replicated the combat power of Angel Yan, it would be enough to shake the entire star field!

Devil One.

"Holy crap! Unbelievable! They can even copy consciousness exactly? If the Queen could replicate ten thousand Athos... what kind of angelic fleet would that be? They'd all be made of paper!"

The Demon Queen Morgana's fingertips burned, and her breathing became rapid.

Bright's clones are fighting amongst themselves, determined to determine "who is the original."

But Ato doesn't.

The cloned Atto will only raise its eyes at the same time, step in the same rhythm, and swing its blade at the same command—absolute obedience, without any distractions.

A thousand troops and horses are no match for her command!

perfect!

Absolutely flawless!

The bizarre 963 - Immortal!

We must seize it—this is no mere containment object; it is clearly a key to rewriting the universe!

Ato felt a chill run down his spine from the Queen's intense gaze.

……

The Angel Legion.

All the angels were silent, like stone sculptures.

"Consciousness cloning...this thing is too deadly, Sister Yan. If it falls into Karl's hands, the consequences will be unimaginable!"

Angel's voice was deep and resonant.

963 possesses the attribute of immortality, enabling it to parasitize indefinitely and replicate its own consciousness.

She even suspects that the initial rating of Euclid was a misjudgment; it should have been placed at the very top of Keter long ago!

Just imagine: three Karls, five Karls, ten Death Karls opening their eyes at the same time... These angels probably wouldn't even last the first wave of attacks.

"Yan! Immediately enter Level One combat readiness. If 963-Immortal appears on Earth, intercept him at all costs!"

Holy Keisha's voice pierced through the communication channel, resolute and decisive.

"Yes, Your Majesty!"

Angel Yan solemnly accepted the order.

"This thing must never fall into Karl's hands—otherwise, we will face an enemy that cannot be predicted, contained, or ended."

Even the usually taciturn Tianji King Hexi added a comment in the channel.

"Understood, Your Majesty!"

The Holy Right Wing, Blazing Heart, and the Angelic Cold, along with their fellow angelic sisters, bowed and accepted the order, their expressions solemn as if facing a formidable enemy.

"Wait! What exactly are they trying to do?"

Angel suddenly raised her voice, a hint of disbelief trembling in it.

[Scene Change]

Dr. Bright has been dissected and observed nearly a hundred times, but now he is being escorted to another dark and secret room.

An ordinary-looking apple tree stands quietly in the center.

The staff gently attached a toy car made of building blocks to the tree trunk—in the blink of an eye, a perfect replica appeared on the bark, even the tiny scratch on the axle was copied exactly.

"Confirmation complete: The Tree of All Things possesses holographic replication capabilities. Initiate the 963-Immortal Replication Process immediately."

"They've gone mad! Utterly mad!! These people from the Containment Association are gambling with their lives!"

"What? That's not an apple tree? How can it 'spit out' toy cars?"

"Damn it... Is this tree even alive? Just how many unspeakable things does the Containment Council hold?"

"Am I hearing things? Are they really going to clone 963-Immortal?!"

"Good heavens! Will the whole world be filled with Dr. Bright from now on? And other doctors too?"

"That's terrifying! Only the containment organization would dare to do something like this!!"