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

Juxia.

The entire warship erupted into chaos instantly.

Chuangzi, Xinye, and the others nearly popped their eyes out of their sockets.

They all gasped sharply, their throats tightening.

All the commanders froze, their heels half an inch off the ground, as if they were about to jump up at any moment.

"Absurd!! Absolutely impossible!!!!"

General Duao jolted up as if struck by a high-voltage electric shock, his voice cracking.

Even the wildest fantasy genes could never achieve this!

This... this is like time being cut off, and the scene being forcibly redrawn frame by frame!

In the blink of an eye, the world was rewritten!

A direct, explosive upheaval!

But the key point is—

What's projected onto the screen is a real parallel universe, not some special effects blockbuster at all!!

"This is...this is unbelievable...In the blink of an eye, the world where Strange 239 is located has been completely turned upside down—everyone, the entire Containment Council...everything has changed!"

Du Qiangwei murmured in a daze, her pupils suddenly dilating, her eyes reflecting an incredulous tremor.

"My goodness! This isn't superpowers, this is a living god! Even more outrageous than the Monkey King!! The Jade Emperor? Guanyin? Buddha? They'd all have to line up to become his disciples!"

Chuangzi's tongue was tied, and he could barely speak.

Glenn, Lord Xin, and Prince Cheng stood frozen in place, as if struck by lightning, forgetting even to breathe.

Lianfeng, Qilin, Little Fox, and the newcomers Wei Wei and Zhao were all stunned and speechless.

They had just been told they were superheroes and were excitedly thinking about how to turn the tide.

Then, turning around—

I came here to watch the live broadcast of a fantasy drama.

At this moment, the group of newcomers were completely dumbfounded, their minds buzzing and blank.

……

Devil One.

"Holy crap!! What the hell!! What the hell is this ability? It's ridiculously overpowered!!"

The Demon Queen Morgana was so excited that her fingertips went numb, and her eyes widened under her smoky makeup.

too fast!

The thought had just arisen—

The entire containment base where Weird 239 is located has been completely rewritten, as if erased by an eraser.

Even the guards who were completely unaware of the situation were swept up in and changed their appearance:

Some donned chainmail and became sword-wielding knights, some changed into belted robes and became sword-wielding officers, and others simply donned embroidered gold dresses and transformed into court maids.

Everything is confirming the "witch legend" that Dr. Gears mentioned earlier!

Go to hell!

This is outrageous!

She's a million times more monstrous than that arrogant Keisha!!

……

The Angel Legion.

All the angel ladies have crashed.

The angel who was just sneer now had her mouth agape enough to fit a goose egg.

This scene completely shattered their cognitive framework.

Even finding a barely plausible explanation is impossible.

"He Xi, do you... still believe in science?"

In the private channel between the two kings, Holy Keisha paused, her voice revealing a rare weariness, confusion, and even a hint of collapse-like powerlessness.

"I used to...believe. Now...I dare not say it..."

He Xi responded softly, her tone elusive.

The two queens fell silent, their gazes fixed blankly into the void.

……

The blazing sun.

Tower of Heaven.

Pan Zhen froze, as if his soul had been ripped out.

"What... what kind of power is this...?"

He muttered to himself, suddenly realizing that his proud combat strength was probably no match for 239, and he might not even be able to get a ticket to the game.

……

The Styx Galaxy.

"This is amazing!! Absolutely brilliant!! My God!! My God, the Witch Demon!!!!"

Death Karl roared, his body trembling like a withered leaf in the wind.

This is the power I've always dreamed of!

A divine authority that truly transcends all things!

At this moment, he was completely and almost frantically worshipping the power displayed by the Strange 239!

"No! We cannot allow such supreme power to be buried here!! We must reclaim the 'me' in that universe!!"

Death God Karl roared madly in his heart.

……

[In the video]

"Teacher, can I...can I learn fencing?"

239 The witch girl tilted her head back, her eyes shining brightly, and held the heavy magic book in her hands with reverence.

Dr. Gears, clad in black robes, paused slightly, a dark glint flashing in the depths of his pupils. "No. Swordsmanship will sever your focus—the foundation of a witch lies in undivided concentration. Let's begin with the most fundamental magic, such as... magic missiles."

He opened the thick book, which smelled of old ink, and began to explain the structure of the spell and the guidance of magic to 23, word by word, with his fingertips touching the floating runes.

On the other side.

Dr. Clift, clad in a caramel-colored trench coat, swallowed hard. A surge of murderous intent coursed through him like molten lava, his target singular: 239. In that instant, a chill ran down his spine, and he finally gritted his teeth, recognizing the truth—

"Damn it! The mission has failed! 239's will has seeped into my neural circuits!! I'm being rewritten as 'The Thirsty One'!! But I have to kill her—otherwise, it won't just be Earth that's destroyed, it will be the entire galaxy, all timelines!!"

He slammed his fist into the concrete wall, blood spurting from his knuckles, a low growl muffled between his teeth.

Relying on his superior tactical deduction abilities, Dr. Clef forcefully broke through the defenses and stormed into the core of the base.

They ran into the Bravo guards on the way.

This elite guard unit, belonging to 953site-17, is equipped with the latest pulse rifles and anti-psychic armor, and its combat skills are top-notch.

But ironically—

Influenced by 239, they collectively transformed into loyal medieval knights, with only rusty broadswords hanging at their waists.

The ending was a foregone conclusion.

Clef is a gun master; his trench coat pockets are stuffed full of modified submachine guns and armor-piercing magazines.

With a sweep of his hand, flames exploded, armor flew off, and knights fell to the ground, swords and all.

Then, he rushed straight for the Strange-091-ARC containment chamber and kicked open the airtight door—

The piercing Level 4 biohazard alarm immediately tore the entire base apart!

This is not intended to create chaos.

A Level 4 alert means the base will be locked down instantly, and external support will be activated within minutes.

As for whether reinforcements will actually arrive?

No one dares to gamble—within the consciousness cage woven by 239, this place may already be a black tower castle isolated from the world!

Even more troublesome is—

A swarm of scarlet-winged butterflies had surrounded Clef like an iron barrel!

"Konny (Dr. Bright's nickname)! You bastard, it was you who did this! Do you know what you're feeding? It's the Abyss itself!! Quick! Blast these damned phantom butterflies away!!!"

Clef's eyes widened in fury, his gun spitting fire, bullets exploding in the swarm of butterflies, creating scorching shockwaves.

However, the number of the strange 408 butterflies is enormous, and they can distort senses and project multiple illusions, making them impossible to kill no matter how hard he tries, thus firmly restricting his movement radius.

"You're the one who's crazy, CLEF!! 239 has been safely contained for a long time!! What right do you have to overstep your bounds and commit violence!!"

Dr. Bright's stern shout rang out over the radio.

"Idiot!! Containment has already collapsed!! If you try to stop me again—I'll snap your neck with my own hands in the next second!!!"

He roared and crashed headfirst into the eerie -091-ARC misty barrier, opening his arms to embrace the humanoid giant tree.

The tree trunk writhed, and the branches coiled around it as if they were alive.

Clef's skin rapidly cracked and hardened, tender buds burst from the flesh, and petals meandered and bloomed along his arm; a sweet, fishy pheromone spread out, and the 408 Illusionary Butterfly Array collapsed on the spot, fluttering its wings and scattering in all directions.

He staggered out of the cordon, his clothes tattered, his top hat askew, and a third eye suddenly appeared on his bare forehead—turbid, vertical pupil, burning with inhuman obsession.

But those eyes remained fixed on the road ahead, and the footsteps did not stop.

"Please stop, my dear Clef."

suddenly.

A soft whisper slid through the air.

The sound wasn't loud, but it was like silk soaked in ice water, each word clearly penetrating the eardrum.

The image then froze—

The entire base seemed to have been put on pause.

Clef, covered in flowers and still stained with blood, stood frozen in place, looking up in astonishment.

A slight throbbing came from beneath his cortical chest, as if a vine was pushing against his ribs and climbing upwards; the intense pain made him furrow his brow.

But his gaze remained firmly fixed ahead.

A tall figure quietly appeared: pale skin, black hair down to the shoulders, about twenty years old, with a Middle Eastern appearance.

Only the lower legs and ankles were covered with fine, silvery-gray scales, which gleamed with a cold, metallic sheen under the cold light.

"You...how did you get here, Lilith..."

Dr. Cliff's face contorted, his pupils contracted sharply, as if reality had gripped his throat so tightly that he could hardly breathe.

Lilith.

His wife—no, she is "Mysterious Number 336" Lilith, the biological mother of Gaia Number 166.

It is also the core carrier of the current Stellar Shield Reality Anchoring System.

"Just to stop you."

Lilith, the eerie number 336, spoke, her voice like the surging tide beneath the ice.

In an instant—

A silent whisper arose between the two, as obscure as an ancient incantation, so obscure that even the ears beneath the wings of angels and the hearing organs hidden in the crevices of the horns of demons could not detect a single syllable.

"...Is there really no room for maneuver at all? Right?"

Cliff gave a wry smile, a cracked line appearing at the corner of his mouth.

Lilith slowly shook her head. "No. Your intentions may be pure, but your methods are too ruthless and cruel."

His eyes first surged with a dull, agonizing pain, then sank into a deathly silence, and finally ignited a cold flame—a desperate, all-or-nothing decision.

"My love for you has never faded, not even for a single day. You know that."

"I understand," Lilith said calmly, as if stating the weather.

"I'm sorry... my dearest Lilith."

Before he finished speaking, he suddenly plunged two steel needles into his ear canals, and blood instantly trickled down, staining the collar of his trench coat red.

The moment he lost his hearing, the bark-like tissue beneath his skin, which had been writhing like living things, completely stiffened.

The corrosive power of the eerie No. 336 was thus severed.

boom!

A deafening explosion rang out; rat-a-tat-tat! Submachine guns swept through the air.

The barrage of comments poured down like a torrential rain, all aimed at the woman in front of him, whose outline he could trace even with his eyes closed—the enigmatic Lilith, number 336.

Warm tears streamed from all three of Cliff's eyes at the same time.

He slid down the wall and sat down, his shoulders twitching violently. One by one, the living flowers blooming on his chest withered, turned black, peeled off, and turned to ashes.

……

"Why do I suddenly feel like... Dr. Cliff isn't a bad person at all?"

"Is that... his wife? Or his ex-girlfriend? What hardship compels him to personally send her off?"

"That's terrible... He stabbed himself in the back, and he's still firing... Why won't he stop?"

"Sigh... My chest feels tight, and I can't stop crying..."

……

The barrage of comments was so dense it was impossible to breathe.

Initially, everyone thought Cliff was a villain – his hat brim pulled low, his trench coat wrapped tightly around his face, his whole face hidden in shadow, just like the crazy, mad scientist in American TV shows who would flip the table.

But at this moment—

I witnessed him rush into the eerie realm of deciduous trees, his skin being gnawed by spores, yet he still raised his gun and aimed it at the person he cherished most.

That feeling of tightness and pressure in my chest is something that can't be expressed in words.

More and more men began to clench their fists, their throats tightening: This isn't some villain; he's clearly a man who travels the night with a lantern.

The whole world collapsed into ruins, but he walked forward on broken bones, carving out a path to survival!