The past was built upon collecting unique characteristics.

Watching these souls appear briefly like bubbles before bursting and dissipating, Morian could only hope, even though he couldn't bear it, that they had found release.

After defeating the pig-headed butcher, two lines of text appeared in his field of vision, quickly attracting his attention.

[Gain new ability - "Hunter's Mark"]

Once a target is locked, all attacks within half a minute will gain the "tracking" attribute; if they miss, the trajectory will be automatically corrected.

[Gain new ability - "Fear Assault"]

[A hostile target will remain in a state of fear, the specific effect depending on the strength of the target's will.]

It seems that as long as we defeat the enemies of these strange worlds, we can also extract their abilities... Morian nodded thoughtfully.

Both abilities have some practical value, but the former may be more inclined to assist in ranged attacks, while the latter is more like a passive effect.

Recalling his initial attack, which was interrupted by "fear," he still feels lingering fear about the images in his mind.

The benefits brought by the "golden finger" are not yet over.

Below, the third line of text slowly appeared.

[A containable individual detected – "Manor Butcher" Yesalo]

Please select whether to contain.

Containment? Morian was taken aback.

Does this mean confining this monster to a "containment space" and making it a creature that can be manipulated?

He subconsciously looked in the direction where the butcher had disappeared, and his mind involuntarily conjured up its horrifying appearance, which immediately made him feel resistant.

However, it cannot be denied that the Pig-Headed Butcher is indeed a formidable fighter. If it weren't for the explosive attack of "Radiance," it would be no easy task to severely injure it.

It is a bit ugly... Morian's lips twitched, and he pondered for a few seconds.

Thinking about it carefully, this monster not only has high physical strength, but its meat cleaver attack is also extremely powerful, and the chains can also serve as a powerful control effect. Apart from its appearance, there's nothing to criticize...

Forget it, the most important thing right now is to enhance our own combat capabilities.

Morian pulled himself together and calmly began to read:

"Yes, containment."

The moment the words left his mouth, the request was answered.

He then saw that the pools of milky white liquid in front of him, the wisps of black mist around them, and even the broken cleavers and chains on the ground, were all converging in the same direction.

Those substances were mixed together, compressed by some invisible force, and then recombined, as if Nuwa had used her hands to forcefully mold a human shape.

Soon, the massive, mountain-like body appeared before him, still holding a perfectly intact cleaver and chain in its hand, and the aura emanating from it was no longer malicious.

Although Morian knew the power of the containment space, he couldn't help but exclaim in amazement at this miraculous sight.

Immediately afterwards, the pig-headed butcher's entire body became blurry, eventually turning into a wisp of black smoke that disappeared into his chest.

[Containment complete]

After sensing for a moment and confirming that the monster could receive commands, Morian then turned his attention back to his surroundings.

Looking down the stairs, he thought of the bloody banquet hall and the many victims, and he wanted to leave and continue his exploration.

Just then, the surrounding scenery began to distort violently without warning.

The dilapidated Misty Manor, the sickly sky—everything was rapidly fading, turning into smoke and dissipating.

Morian immediately understood that this was the power from the containment space, so he simply stopped resisting and let his spirituality spread.

Consciousness sank again, plunging into darkness.

When I opened my eyes again, I was already in front of that boundless containment space.

He is back.

Without going through the seven-step ritual or any subjective request, they were simply pulled back from the Misty Manor by an invisible force.

Slightly calming his discomfort, a few seconds later, Morian strode to the gray door and reached out to touch its cold doors.

The door remained slightly ajar, but he didn't want to push it open again and risk being transported to some dangerous world.

However, rather than saying it was dangerous, it's more accurate to say that risks and rewards coexisted, since the experience was quite rewarding.

Why does this gray door lead to other worlds...? Mori stared quietly at the door, speculating about the possibilities.

After being transformed by the containment space, "Grey Paradise" became a special gray-white door... a door leading to other end-time worlds...

The Misty Manor we just visited may just be one of the worlds on the verge of extinction. As for the reason for this, no one knows unless they can explore it carefully.

But as the holder of the containment space, I can actively enter other worlds... Is it because the containment space has completely adapted to "Grey Paradise" and transformed the power of this relic into something more beneficial to my improvement?

Morian stood there, deep in thought. He knew that by defeating the monsters in those strange worlds, he could either plunder some of their power or contain them.

Trials like these, combined with cheat abilities, are indeed the fastest way to improve.

His gaze swept across this mysterious space. If behind the gray doors were worlds on the verge of destruction, what possibilities lay hidden behind the remaining six doors?

Thinking about this, Morian's understanding of this containment space was refreshed once again, and he couldn't help but feel more awe.

It can not only contain high-level beings, but also transform high-risk relics, connect them to other worlds, and even possess a certain degree of "intelligence".

For now, he can only use this power cautiously. Only when he has fully grown up will he be able to personally uncover the secrets of the containment space.

Morian shook his head slightly, deciding to stop thinking about these unknown things, and took out the "Key of Caius" from his pocket.

The key was gently placed on the ground beside the door, lying there quietly, slowly absorbing the aura of "Grey Paradise".

After doing all this, Morian didn't linger any longer, and took seven steps backward while silently reciting "return."

The scene of the containment space receded like the tide, replaced by the deep darkness of night.

The White Rose Palace remained quiet at this time, and through the gap in the curtains, it was still pitch black outside.

Morian looked up at the clock on the wall; it was just past four in the morning, and it would be several more hours before dawn.

He walked quickly to the washroom and washed his dusty face with cold water to wash away his fatigue and unease.

It wasn't until I dried myself off with a towel and lay down on the bed that I finally fell into a deep sleep.

……

When I woke up again, a faint light was already shining in through the tightly closed curtains.

Getting up and rubbing his sleepy eyes, Morian quickly checked the time; it was 8:30 a.m.

I slept for more than four hours, which wasn't enough, not as much as eight hours of healthy sleep, but it was sufficient for daily life.