latent syndrome.

Chapter 549. 548. The High Command of the Countermeasures Bureau
The icy electrical sound of the lift is tireless.

The current Anonymous is just an ordinary person.

In the real world, there is no power.

Just the physical fitness of a standard adult male.

His abyssal syndrome has been cured.

Is an……

Real human beings, no different from other ordinary people.

Not to mention the difference.

Just that.

He imprinted eternity.

Doe is now going to pick up something of his own, but in a sense, that's Cobain's legacy.

A heavily armed military police took Anonymous to the identification department to collect blood samples for identification, and then he would be escorted to a military court.

Compared to the Rangers who have to serve at the age of 14.

These gendarmes are generally older.

In the face of these deserters, there should be instinctive disdain, but this military policeman has never seen such a miraculous person in his life.

He has seen countless rats struggling to survive, and the will to survive of those guys is also immeasurable.

I have also seen cavalrymen who sacrificed their lives generously in the war zone. The courage born of faith can even defy death.

He has seen all kinds of powerful people.

He knows exactly what it is...

powerful.

But he had never met such a powerful person.

Obviously not an infected person, but a mortal body.

But this is truly powerful.

He couldn't understand it.

After arriving at the identification department.

Anonymous felt a little familiar, and some memories automatically emerged. These cold, unaesthetic interior decorations are too old.

However, all the facilities here are far more dilapidated than those of the Countermeasure Bureau and have traces of time.

Everything went according to plan, but after the blood sample was collected, it was discovered that the database did not have any matching identities.

"Um……"

"Detectors do not detect any dive depth."

"It's an ordinary person."

"But let's look it up in the previous database."

An older employee of one laboratory mentors a younger employee.

However, no matching identities were found.

"You're going to be among the first samples preserved by Project Tinder."

"To find me."

That's what Anonymous said.

Irina collected all the samples that could be collected.

……

……

……

The highest level of the world in a box soon received Anonymous.

In a circular conference hall, here are the top decision makers of the world in the box, there are nine in total.

Everyone's face was haggard and haggard, but they all looked at Anonymous with complicated emotions.

Although the regime in the world in the box will also change, coupled with external threats, they all agree to reach a tacit agreement, and retain an extreme respect for the most original database, which has never been lost.

But the most important point should be that no one will be crazy enough to destroy that data.

Under the influence of the outside world, under this cultural state.

crazy.

is the original sin.

To them.

Those years are too long.

The person in front of him is a character that only exists in fairy tales.

A female decision-maker was flipping through the information sheet that was still a little warm and had just been printed out from the original database.

Everything in the data, whether it is the location, the name of the person, or the uncommon vocabulary, is so old that it seems like a legend.

The female decision-maker looked at the content on the data sheet, and one name after another appeared on it, Heller, Eugene, Lister, Seka, and May.

"The Los Angeles Branch of the Countermeasures Bureau, Section [-]."

"You are... an elite agent from Section [-]."

"Colin."

The female decision-maker pauses, feeling stuck in the throat.

I don't know why.

There is no record in the data sheet that Colin later transferred to the first department and subsequently defected.

Erased by an unknown agent.

Maybe it's because Colin is burdened with vague lies.

The curse.

was transferred to Colin.

"That's what you say."

"You are……"

"K."

She froze in place.

Anonymous doesn't care about these, Cobain's legacy is in this building.

"It can be said like this."

"I need you to bring me something."

Cobain devoted his whole life to the transfer experiment.

In his words, it is the ladder to climb the spiritual world.

What is impossible in the physical universe can be done there.

But the truth is.

Cobain is not some amazing and brilliant person who surpasses all past and future sages.

But his will...

Infused with the knowledge of all lunatics of all ages, he did gain momentary power against the primordial, and knew the right steps.

The truth that punishes the sin of error connects all past and future.

Makes Cobain past.

The transfer experiment was completed.

10 minute later.

The item was brought out.

It looks like a pen without a cap, or something like a sword handle.

This powerful weapon.

It will not be corroded by time, and has gone beyond eternity.

It is not only the eternal pen of rubbings, but also the peerless sharp sword that gathers the power of the madmen of the entire ancient history to cut through the chaos.

Convert finite or unlimited.

Transform mind and matter.

Transform nature and appearance.

convert...

Truth or chaos.

This is clearly not a concept intended for humans.

In the conference room, although the top decision-maker didn't understand the specific purpose of this item, he didn't hand it over to Anonymous right away, and stared blankly at him.

Because of the huge shock.

The legend reappears.

Go to their heads.

However, the master of the blade of truth naturally walked out of eternity, numbers, and existence.

Whether it is time, or any great thing in the universe that cannot even be described.

Before the master of the blade of truth.

It's all just cheap tricks.

It has already appeared in the hands of Anonymous.

Anonymous has nothing to say.

He's leaving the world in the box now...to settle an old score.

These decision makers knew he was leaving soon.

"Is there anything I can do to help you?"

The female decision-maker asked, she didn't know how to address the person in front of her, as far as he was concerned, she couldn't be called an elder, but she couldn't call him by his first name either.

The Nameless Man was silent for a while, signaling that they could let all the Rangers withdraw.

It seems to be thinking of something.

"Keep this safe."

"If there is a crisis that cannot be resolved."

"Just get this thing in the right hands."

The green gem, which contains the infinite power of the past, has returned to the past.

Anonymous took out the red gemstone with unlimited power in the future.

The gem condensed by the eternal beast that blinds all things has magical power, and it is about to destroy the minds of these people present.

"Don't look."

"It's more powerful than any taboo you've ever known."

"Just keeping."

"And remember what I said."

Doe has stepped out of time.

What he is going to defeat now is not something specific.

What he was going to knock down was.

Primordial chaos, the abyss of stars.

Same as myself.

This most horrible darkness exists in all time, out of eternity, out of numbers, out of existence.

Just crush it.

Whether it is the past or the future, all problems will be transformed into a...

Issues that have been resolved.

The female decision-maker heard that they used a triangular octahedron box to store it and let people seal it up.

Everything has been done.

Anonymous has to go.

"Like a legend..."

"You have to eradicate the root cause of the latent disease."

"It's really possible to..."

"Do it?"

The female decision-maker asked in a daze, while all the haggard eyes in the conference room cast longing gazes.

Without much hesitation.

The curse on him.

must be resolved.

"Countermeasure Bureau."

"High Command."

"..."

"Symbolism."

"Give me something important."

"Enough to break me."

"The end of chaos."

"Even if it's...God."

(End of this chapter)