The Flesh-Mechanism Suppressor

Gao Gong did not believe this was fate. If it was destiny, then it had to be a destiny woven by a loom of fate.

In a daze, he seemed to hear an old loom turning its spindle with creaks and groans.

"Minister Gu, what's happening to you?" Misty asked in confusion.

"I suggest you log off as soon as possible. If you don't, you won't end up any better than us," Gao Gong said.

In his eyes, the memory worms had already crawled onto the hologram and successfully burrowed inside.

"Listen to him!"

Gu Yitong, who had always been unhurried, suddenly growled.

It was clear that the minister of the Memory Supervision Department wielded considerable authority. With that roar, the two holograms glanced at each other and logged off on the spot.

"So this is what you and Huang Juan were investigating. It really is strange."

Gu Yitong had no idea what had happened, but he knew one thing: his ability had vanished into thin air. It was extraordinarily strange...and frightening.

"Once we leave here alive, we may need to have a deeper discussion."

"I'm afraid you won't get the chance."

Whether he survived or not, the other party would not get that chance. In Gao Gong's eyes, the number of memory worms on him was already no less than the number on that black-skinned old woman earlier.

The old woman was not dead yet.

She was frantically muttering prophecies, her voice growing louder and more hoarse.

"Falsehood has filled memory. It is corrupted code, castration."

"Faces rained from the sky, countless withered faces."

"Nerves were woven into threads, knitting a sweater."

"Will we gain new life, or evolve into vermin!"

"An evil omen! An evil omen!"

"An ancient biological army destroyed everything, everything!"

"Ah, ahhh, it's coming, it's