The highest level of disinfectant spray had no effect! The quarantine zone was practically useless! Alarms blared incessantly, and the red light, a symbol of the fortress's fall, flashed wildly! Desperate communications filled the encrypted channel: "...Contamination out of control! Area A has completely fallen... Area C is in critical condition... Meltdown authorization! Authorize meltdown now..."
Chaos!
Complete chaos!
The powerful and wealthy died in decay, tearing each other apart in panic. The "Harvest Society" collapsed in panic, desperately trying to destroy itself to save itself!
The cloying, rotten smell that permeated the abandoned area seemed to transform into the smoke of victory in Jiang Chan's mind at that moment.
It's done!
She, who was used as a "container" for parts, ultimately became the source of a deadly plague that destroyed the entire flesh and blood factory and those greedy diners!
A cold, exhilarating torrent surged through her remaining consciousness. There were no cheers, no shouts, only a deathly silence of the exhilarating satisfaction of a successful revenge.
The cloying, rotten smell seemed even stronger. It no longer came merely from the surrounding abandoned containers; it seemed to seep in from all directions, from every corner of the Harvest Gathering, permeating the entire cold underground kingdom. This was the mark she left behind, her silent smile.
In the distance of the abandoned zone, a muffled explosion seemed to echo, followed by an even more shrill and distorted siren! Red light flashed wildly at the entrance to the abandoned zone!
The encrypted communication channel was completely overwhelmed by desperate roars and hysterical cries: "...The meltdown program has been activated! Abandon the low zone! Block the passage... No! They can't stop it! The contamination has seeped in! Help..."
The cloying, rotten smell seemed to reach its peak at this moment, like a tangible tide, enveloping Jiang Chan's last vestiges of consciousness.
Jiang Chan's remaining consciousness, like a wisp of smoke, was instantly drawn out of that cold, broken body that was being surrounded by a deadly plague.
The final "perception" was neither darkness nor the smell of decay.
Instead, it was a few cold words flashing on the system interface within the sea of consciousness:
[Container Gamma-7 status update: Archived (Bloody Taboo)]
Then came endless darkness and silence.
...
"Sweet rot" is like a ghost, continuing to spread among the world's elite. New cases are constantly emerging, with gruesome deaths and mysterious causes. Any organ transplantation has become an absolute taboo. Panic has triggered violent fluctuations in financial markets and a reshuffling of the power structure.
The uncontrolled contamination of the core organ bank and the disastrous failure of the melting-down process utterly destroyed the foundations of the "Harvest Society." Its reputation collapsed, its top brass was wiped out, and its remaining forces disintegrated amidst client persecution and internal collapse. This vast underground organ empire crumbled amidst the pungent, rotten stench of decay.
The seemingly ordinary designation "Container Gamma-7" has become a supreme taboo within the surviving archives of the Harvest Society, encrypted with the highest level of security and marked with a blood-red skull. Any attempt to access its original records will trigger the most severe alarm. Scattered rumors about it—a container that incurred a divine curse—penetrate the shadow world…
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