Chapter 610: Ultimate Containment, an Uncertain Reversal

This... my father is an Ultimate Warden.

Ultimate Warden, responsible for monitoring the containment of the most dangerous anomalies, holds a position equivalent to that of Chief Investigator, and is also a position of the Forbidden Permit.

Compared to others, they know more things, but why is it so detailed....

I suppose it's the effect of using some forbidden items.

Zhang Jie raised his brows, 'Forbidden items, huh? Aren't those also contained objects?'

Anything else? Any other uses?

There should be more.... I don't know any further.

Fine, it's better to rely on myself than on him.

When will you use it.

If possible! Now!

Just like that, you have for the first time set foot in the most important and tightly secured place in the human world, the Ultimate Containment Facility, overseen by the Ultimate Warden, a place that imprisons countless dangerous anomalies.

This person has some ability and background, being able to contain a person who has become an anomaly here instead of executing them, which in itself says a lot.

You look around curiously, and the description of each contained object makes you frown: infinitely dividing cells, a highly contagious virus‑grade anomaly, the Collapsing Eye.

Each one is an existence capable of easily destroying a city!

You feel the world's full malice; these things can be contained, though who knows how many lives have been sacrificed, yet this thing will far from cease appearing.

You eventually see a woman in a special containment chamber—not, but rather an anomaly.

The woman before them had her limbs bent backward on the ground, her head twisted a hundred and eighty degrees eerily, staring at the two of them like that.

Is it her?

Yes.

The man looked at the other with eyes full of complexity and surprise, because... he actually wasn't sure what the final effect of the reversal would be.

What will the result of the reversal be....

There once was a contained object that could fulfill anyone's wish.

At first, we merely tried to ask it for some food and a few small wishes.

Until someone made a wish for their loved ones to return.

Zhang Jie had his attention drawn by the future direction of this story.

Then what?

Then his relatives returned, coming back as an S‑Rank Anomaly, ultimately causing the deaths of nearly a hundred thousand people.

Zhang Jie frowned, then relaxed, if his guess was correct.

Is that anomaly his relative?

Exactly....

So the original reversal result—whether it turns her into another anomaly or kills her outright—remains uncertain.

Bearing a super‑massive pollution load is nothing to me; you just need to decide.

The man nodded, his gaze toward Zhang Jie full of gratitude.

Your Excellency's great kindness, I cannot repay it in this lifetime.

No matter the outcome, I will do my utmost to repay you!

Zhang Jie nodded, produced the Chief's Last Wish, and actually wanted to try just how exhilarating the so‑called super‑massive pollution is.

Last time he entered a high‑intensity forbidden zone, he almost didn't get a thrill out of it; what will happen this time?

Zhang Jie calmed his mind, extended his consciousness into it, and, following the other's instructions, activated the Chief's Last Wish.

Instantly, a massive amount of pollution surged out, even erupting into a storm that made it impossible to stand firm.

The pollution required to reverse the outcome of an event completely submerged Zhang Jie, while the man beside him was utterly stunned.

Is this what super‑massive pollution is? Even the core regions of super‑intensity are no more than this!

And Zhang Jie at the storm's center felt only that he was undergoing a transformation.

This level of pollution did not harm him; his will remained steadfast, and instead the pollution turned into exceedingly pure energy that cleansed his whole body.

After all, pollution is called pollution only because it is an energy humans cannot comprehend; if it could not be fully utilized, anomalies would not exist.

Mutation....?

For some reason, Zhang Jie's mind suddenly spat out this set of words, not knowing what they meant, but they were surely important.

Meanwhile, outside, the alarm of the Ultimate Containment Facility jumped violently, quickly summoning the Ultimate Warden stationed here, and what came into view was Zhang Jie's body at the pollution's center.

Is this.... Bai Wu Jin Ji, that kid?

Bai Wu Jin Ji? Who? Oh! I remember now!

There are four Ultimate Wardens, each responsible for covering one‑quarter of the planet's contained objects with this place as the center.

And the Ultimate Containment just happens to be located here, in Zhang Jie's hometown, the place called Star Bridge District, which has never been a remote backwater but has always lain at the storm's center!

The man explained all this to everyone, and was given a glance by one of the wardens.

Such powerful pollution....

They noticed that the woman inside the containment warehouse was now flickering and twitching at a speed they could not comprehend.

One moment she stands, the next she is a rotting lump of flesh, like an animation constantly dropping frames, pulling frames, inserting frames.

She is like a book constantly being turned, endlessly displaying her countless possible endings before everyone.

Before a crowd of onlookers and big shots enjoying the spectacle, only that man, his face full of worry, watched all this.

Can it succeed?

Pa!

It seemed someone snapped their fingers, and the woman who kept flipping about appeared to have been pressed pause, everything seeming to freeze.

She had a natural posture, a puzzled expression, and her attire suggested she had just returned from duty at some forbidden place.

"Where is this? A shelter?"

"He... succeeded!"

"Reversing the outcome? Truly... a miracle."

Zhang Jie now feels nothing else; everything in the world has turned white, a meaningless white.

Nothing else, because he has reached the utmost pleasure!!!

His body is like an incredibly heavy anchor, firmly locking his form in human shape; no matter how contamination enters, it can only become added weight to that anchor.

Perhaps the contamination is also wondering what kind of person this is, why no contamination can corrode him.

Clearing, eroding those genetically unstable humans is usually easy....

Oh, well, this person's genes are rock‑solid, like a piece of spiral steel—twisted together, even if the Heavenly Lord himself came, he couldn't unscrew it!

This is a tough nut!

By the time the contaminants realize this situation won't be fulfilled, it's already too late—getting in is easy, but getting out is no longer up to them!