Strange Tales Magic Box Gathers Strength, Marching Towards Destruction

Earth, Sea City, Shelter.

"Why are there more and more of those damn boxes?!"

"We already isolated the patients, so why are people still getting infected?"

"What the hell is going on?!"

Inside the office, Liu Zhen slammed his desk hard. Fear and fury showed on his weathered face.

The others trembled, too frightened to speak.

The shelter's highest-ranking commander had always been known for his decisive ways. From the very beginning of the shelter's construction, he had personally handled matters large and small, doing everything possible to preserve the shelter's integrity. He had done an excellent job.

But now, he seemed unable to hold on any longer.

No one could blame him. Anyone would have gone mad in his position.

Ninety percent of the shelter's survivors had been infected, with a black box hovering in their eyes. No matter how one looked at it, that was not a good sign.

That box would even pop out from time to time, creating illusions and frightening everyone.

"Images... sound... air... we sealed them all off..." Professor Shen took a deep breath and broke the silence. "Now, only one possibility remains."

"What?" Liu Zhen's expression was blank, as if the man who had just flown into a rage had not been him.

"Thoughts!" Professor Shen pursed his lips. "If we had paid attention to the spread of rumors from the start, things might have been better."

Liu Zhen looked utterly incredulous. "Absurd. We can't even think about it?! How are people supposed to live like that?!"

If that were the case, there was no need to save the remaining ten percent of uninfected survivors either!

The shelter was full of rumors about the black box. Even three-year-old children would ask, "Mommy, what's that inside your eyes?"

A man dressed like a secretary