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

The crowd was in an uproar.

On the angel legion's side, however, their expressions all changed.

"God? 343? That's such an outrageous numbering system! Does he really think he's the creator god?"

The angel gave a cold laugh.

The only God is Queen Keisha.

This was certainly true, at least before the Containment Society emerged.

Holy Keisha, who holds authority over the known universe, truly deserves the title of God.

But how dare a strange creature, numbered and locked in a glass box, flaunt those two words?

Utterly absurd!!

"...If all the records of the Containment Council are true, and the light screen has remained error-free to date...then perhaps this 'God' truly lives up to its name—omniscient, omnipotent, and inviolable?"

The voice of the Holy Right Wing Zhi Xin was slightly hoarse, and a hint of bewilderment appeared between his brows, even a slight tension.

She witnessed firsthand how a zombie virus could wipe out a parallel universe in three hours.

Now that a "God" has appeared... it's not the most outrageous thing.

But it felt like there was a block of ice stuck in my chest.

[Strange 963 - Immortality is strictly prohibited from being used for entertainment, recreation, or reproductive experiments]

[Selling any adult merchandise bearing the words "Containment Association" is strictly prohibited! This organization has never conducted such business!]

"Pfft, hahaha—cough cough! I'm impressed! Bright's a real talent! Look what he's up to this time!!"

"You're really something, bro! Treating 963 like a toy? And you even dare to use the name of the Containment Association to sell erotic merchandise?"

"Bright: Hey, wanna place a order? Officially licensed Containment Society product—with a little thrill!"

……

The barrage of comments exploded, with the screen filled with hilarious, goose-like effects.

Many people were worried for Dr. Bright – after all, it was a work-related accident that went wrong, a truly unfortunate situation for an honest man.

But right now?

Everyone felt that the containment organization had already done more than enough by not immediately stuffing him into containment pod 427.

This guy actually dared to use the Containment Association's name to sell those borderline and addictive "limited editions"!

I laughed so hard I almost crowed!

[Dr. Bright is strictly prohibited from disassembling victims of the Mysterious 217 virus as wind-up toys (Mysterious 217 is a wind-up virus; infected individuals' bodies gradually become metallic)]

[Dr. Bright is strictly prohibited from distributing the Mysterious 437 as a practical training tool to new colleagues (Mysterious 437 is an axe; its characteristic is that it will always cut itself)]

……

"Pfft—hahahaha! I'm laughing so hard I can't breathe!! Is Bright's brain welded to a spring?!"

"Holy crap, this isn't a doctor, it's a living scourge!"

"Hitting teammates is as natural as breathing for him, I'm speechless!"

"He should be locked up in a silenced chamber! How did the containment facility manage to raise such a time bomb of laughter?!"

"I'm laughing so hard!! He's the undisputed master of containment!"

……

The whole internet is laughing so hard they're cramping.

My impression of Dr. Bright went from "Oh, poor man" to "Oh, annoying," "Don't come near me," and "Call the police!"

This person has absolutely no limits when it comes to pranks.

Since binding with 963, it's as if all security protocols have been removed, and I'm running rampant and lawless.

[Dr. Bright is strictly prohibited from privately reselling any supernatural entities, especially those of a spiritual nature—any discovery must be immediately handed over to the Bureau of Abnormal Affairs, and they must never be used as a means of promotion or for personal profit.]

[Dr. Bright's Ironclad Rules: He is not a superhero, not a public relations manager, not a new employee mentor, not a psychology expert, not a prodigy with an IQ of 300+, not the head of a bizarre review team, and certainly not a repairman—all new employees must copy this as their first lesson ten times!]

Dr. Bright is strictly prohibited from saying "more than 1000 babies" in front of any member of the containment organization.

……

A thick stack of bans.

Even the angelic lady was instantly overwhelmed by the sight, covering her mouth and laughing so hard she couldn't stand up straight.

"Wow... Bright's really something else! He even puts a price tag on weird stuff?"

"Judging by the thickness of this injunction, he's probably tricked every newcomer at least three times! He even impersonated a supervisor, inspector, and repairman... his acting was more convincing than a foundation's promotional video!"

"Ugh—a landslide in the villain world, disgusting yet addictive!"

"I'm laughing so hard! Using public funds to buy porn? Is he thinking his job is too secure and wants to get fired?"

"Not necessarily... With 963 protecting him, Bright is basically immortal. But I'm really curious—when exactly will the Mysterious 963·Immortal be released?"

A group of angelic young ladies laughed so hard they almost fell over.

But when the angel in the silver-white battle dress asked a question in a soft voice, the whole place suddenly fell silent.

Mysterious 963: Immortality, when will it arrive?

Everyone was eagerly anticipating this moment!

Countless eyes were fixed on the sky.

finally--

The words dissipated like mist, and a platinum amulet inlaid with diamonds and shimmering rubies slowly emerged.

The background is a clear blue sky with floating white clouds.

Then, it roared and swooped down from the highest heavens.

"It's Earth!! Target locked on Blue Star!!"

"Attention all angels, activate the highest containment plan! 963 has entered the atmosphere!"

"Skyblade-7, full-frequency scan! Detection radius tripled!"

……

The Angel Girls' Army instantly tensed up.

The Demon Queen Morgana also took to the air, her cloak fluttering in the wind.

This time, General Du Ao, along with Rose and others, revealed their trump card and pounced on them with murderous intent.

What rules of angels and taboos of demons?

They had long forgotten about it.

Who cares about all those twists and turns?

Right now, there's only one thing that matters—securing this 963 immortality!

Streets of Tianhe City.

Snapped!

A blood-red amulet slammed heavily onto the concrete floor, kicking up a cloud of fine dust.

"Don't run away, Xiaolongbao! I'm starving!"

The roar made the streetlights vibrate; it was the Crocodile God, Thorton. This guy had been slacking off lately, but now he seemed truly starving, chasing after live prey all over the streets.

"Huh? What's that?"

He was stunned, his copper bell-like eyes fixed on the amulet—the ruby ​​shone brightly, as if it had just been pulled from a furnace.

"Stop right there! That's my precious treasure!!"

Morgana immediately bristled, her skirt billowing as she transformed into a black shadow and dashed out.

Not only her, but also the Silver Wings of the Angel Legion, the Tactical Boots of the Special Forces, and the Wind-Breaking Blades of the Fallen Team all accelerated and shot forward in the same second!

But in the end, it was too late—

Thorton's massive, scale-covered hand had already gripped the amulet.

In an instant, his whole body stiffened, and his muscles twitched violently.

"I...I'm awake again? My...stomach is growling again...Damn! How did I end up in the body of a crocodile this time? Why am I so conscious? This body is so weird!"

Dr. Bright's voice rang out hoarsely as he looked down in astonishment at his thick crocodile tail and arms covered in hard armor.

Before he could finish speaking, a semi-transparent hand reached out from nowhere, its five fingers gripping his neck like iron clamps, and suddenly dragged him into the void, disappearing without a trace.

……

[Ding! Host has successfully spread the Mysterious 963 - Immortal, Popularity Value +2 million]

[Ding! Host has successfully contained the Mysterious 963 - Immortal, unlocking exclusive rewards]

[Ding! Rewards received: Mysterious 590 - Sharing Suffering, Mysterious 321 - Child of Man, Parallel World Capsule]

[Ding! Special privileges granted: Trait "Immortal Spirit", Reorganized Mobile Task Force Mu-13 (Codename "Ghostbusters")]

The clear and pleasant notification sound flowed into Jiang Chen's mind like a stream.

Two new containment items have appeared on the system panel.

Project Name: Mystery 321 - Son of Man

Project Level: Safe

Project Description: Female form, approximately 3.1 meters tall and weighing 110 kilograms. Entirely pale, with no melanin deposits in her hair, iris, or skin; capable of speaking, but only in single words or short sentences; intelligence is at a preliminary cognitive stage.

Her true identity is the aborted child of Adam*****, a former junior researcher at the Containment Society, and his wife Evelyn, and also the younger sister of Dr. Bright.

After being forcibly "awakened" through multiple integrations of bizarre abilities (including Bizarre 590), it has transcended the realm of ordinary life, possessing five times the tissue regeneration ability of a normal person. However, its physical development is severely unbalanced, with irreversible defects. Its father, Adam, repeatedly applied to revoke the individual's "bizarre" classification, but was refused and subsequently withdrew from the containment council in disappointment.

……

Jiang Chen stared at the text for a long time without moving.

To put it bluntly, the "son of man" has almost zero practical value. The only thing she has to offer is that she has Dr. Bright's blood flowing through her veins—his last remaining connection to the world.

It should be noted that Dr. Bright has already achieved spiritual immortality; if even this thought were to be severed, he would very likely fall into the abyss of madness.

Of course, under the system's binding, he would never betray Jiang Chen.

But with all his loved ones gone and the endless continuation of his spirit, it was only a matter of time before that taut nerve finally snapped.

In other words, this seemingly useless number 321 was actually the last anchor that kept Dr. Bright calm.

Without much hesitation, Jiang Chen allocated the most spacious sanatorium area of ​​the shelter to set aside a sunny and quiet room for the son of a man.

Another new containment item—

Project Name: Mysterious 590 - Sharing Suffering with You

Project Level: Safe

Project effect: Nameless and faceless, created purely as a tool. It can transfer all harm suffered by the target—whether it be illness, physical trauma, or mental erosion—to itself without exception.

……

The description is as simple as it gets.

Jiang Chen raised his hand and summoned 590, who stood before him: a boy of sixteen or seventeen, with short, messy blond hair, a blank and dull gaze, and old scars, ulcers, and scabs crisscrossing his exposed skin, as well as several swollen, dark lumps.

at the same time.

The imprisoned Crocodile God Thornton and Dr. Bright were both released by Yuanwei herself.

"Thomas!!"

Dr. Bright roared suddenly, and his huge, rough crocodile body strode forward, rushing toward 590 and you suffer together—his steps were heavy like pile drivers, yet he deliberately made them extremely light.

He immediately recognized the tall, silly girl next to him as his younger sister, whom he hadn't even had time to name before she was stillborn and forcibly transformed into!

He barely dared to breathe heavily, for fear of accidentally shattering his younger siblings' bones.

After all, this body was too tough—the muscles were like forged steel, the bones like cast iron, and even breathing carried a faint metallic scraping sound.

"Here, for your younger brother."

Jiang Chen tossed a Panacea 500, which glowed with a faint blue light, into Dr. Bright's palm.

"President...?"

Dr. Bright's pupils constricted, and his throat tightened.

"The Mysterious Grade 500 Panacea can cure all diseases, but it can't help those with brain damage."

Jiang Chen's words were concise and to the point.