Latent Syndrome

Chapter 549 548. Countermeasures Bureau High Command

The icy electric sound of the elevator is tireless.

The current anonymous person is just an ordinary person.

In the authentic world, there is no power.

Just the physical fitness of a standard adult male.

His latent syndrome has been cured.

Is an……

Genuine human beings are no different from other ordinary people.

If there is any difference.

Just lies.

He imprinted eternity.

John Doe is now getting something of his own, but in a sense, it's Cobain's legacy.

A heavily armed military policeman took Anonymous to the identification department to collect blood samples for identification, and then he was escorted to the military court.

Compared to the rangers who are required to serve at the age of fourteen.

These military police officers are generally older.

Originally, when facing these deserters, he should have instinctive disdain, but this military policeman has never seen such a magical person in his life.

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

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

He has met all kinds of powerful people.

He understands exactly what...

powerful.

But he has never met such a powerful person.

Obviously he is not an infected person, just a mortal.

But this product is truly powerful.

He couldn't understand it.

After arriving at the identification department.

Anonymous felt a little familiar, and some memories emerged automatically. These cold, aesthetically pleasing interiors were too long ago.

However, all the facilities here are far more dilapidated and have signs of age than those in the Countermeasures Bureau.

Everything went according to plan, but after collecting blood samples, it was discovered that there was no matching identity in the database.

"Um……"

"The detector cannot detect any depth of dive."

"He is an ordinary person."

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

An older employee of the laboratory mentors another younger employee.

However, I still can't find a matching identity.

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

"To find me."

Anonymous said so.

Irina collected all the samples that could be collected.

…

…

…

The highest levels of the world in the box soon received the Nameless Ones.

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

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

Although the regime in the world in the box will also change, and there are threats from the outside, they all reach a tacit understanding and retain the utmost respect for the most original database, which has never been lost.

But the most important thing is that no one is crazy enough to destroy that data.

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

Madness.

It's original sin.

To them.

Those years are too long ago.

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

A female decision-maker flipped through the information sheet that had just been printed out from the original database with some warmth.

Everything in the information, whether it is places, names of people, or uncommon vocabulary, is so old that it seems like a legend.

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

"Countermeasures Bureau, Luocheng Branch, Section 11."

"You are... an elite agent of Section 11."

"Colin."

The female decision-maker paused, a lump in her throat.

Don't know why.

There is no record in the data sheet that Colin later transferred to Section 1 and then defected.

Erased by an unknown agent.

Perhaps it's because Colin is burdened with lies.

This curse.

was transferred to Colin.

"If you say so."

"You are……"

"K."

She froze in place.

Anonymous doesn’t care, Cobain’s legacy is in this building.

"It can be said like this."

"I need you to fetch me something."

Cobain devoted his entire life to the transfer experiment.

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

Things that are impossible in the physical universe can be accomplished there.

But the truth is.

Cobain is not some amazing talent who surpasses all the sages of the past and future.

But his will...

After infusing the knowledge of all madmen throughout the ages, he did gain the power to temporarily rival the original, and also knew the correct steps.

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

Makes Cobain the past.

The transfer experiment was completed.

ten minutes later.

The item was taken out.

It looks like a pen without a pen cover, or something like a sword hilt.

This is the most powerful weapon.

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

It is not only an eternal rubbing pen, but also a peerless sword that gathers the power of madmen throughout ancient history to cut through chaos.

Conversion is limited or unlimited.

Transform mind and matter.

Transform essence and phenomenon.

Convert…

Truth or Chaos.

This is clearly not a concept intended for humans.

In the conference room, although the top decision-maker did not understand the specific purpose of this item, he did not hand it to Anonymous immediately and looked at him blankly.

Because of the huge shock.

The legend reappears.

went to their heads.

However, the owner of the Blade of Truth naturally walked out of eternity, numbers, and existence.

Neither time nor any great thing in the universe that can even be described.

In front of the master of the Blade of Truth.

It's all just cheap tricks.

Already appeared in the hands of Anonymous.

Anonymous has nothing to say.

He is leaving the box world now... to settle an old score.

These decision-makers knew he was leaving soon.

"Is there anything I can help you with?"

The female decision-maker asked. She didn't know how to call the man in front of her. Judging from his appearance, he couldn't be called an elder, but she couldn't call him by his name either.

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

It seemed like he had thought of something.

"Keep this safe."

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

"Just get this thing to the right person."

The green gem, which contained the unlimited power of the past, has been relegated to the past.

Anonymous took out a red gem with unlimited power in the future.

The gem condensed by this eternal beast that blinds all things possesses magical power and is about to destroy the minds of those present.

"Don't look."

"This is more powerful than any taboo you know."

"Just for safekeeping."

"And remember what I say."

Anonymous has stepped out of time.

What he wants to defeat now is not anything specific.

What he was going to defeat was.

Original chaos, the abyss of stars.

Same as myself.

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

Just defeat it.

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

Issues that have been resolved.

The female decision-maker heard this and put it in a triangular octahedron box, and asked someone to seal it well.

All things have been done.

John Doe had to go.

"Like a legend..."

"You need to eradicate the root cause of the underlying disease."

"It's really possible to..."

"Can you do it?"

The female decision-maker asked blankly, while all the other haggard eyes in the conference room cast longing glances.

Not much hesitation.

The curse you carry on your back.

must be resolved.

"Countermeasures Bureau."

"High Command."

"..."

"Symbolic Realm."

"Give me something important."

"It's enough to break me."

"The end of chaos."

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