Then the seamless door was slowly pushed open, and a transparent figure walked in.
He gazed at the narrow control room, a slight smile curling up the corners of his mouth.
He then crouched down to carefully inspect all the equipment and quickly found an inconspicuous port, taking out a special virus disk, and inserted it.
The indicator light on the virus disk flickered for a moment.
Seeing the success, the figure pulled it out, a sinister grin creeping across his face, and turned to leave.
...
Inside the isolation room.
On the writhing body of the Creator, the Swallower, countless twisted, wailing souls' faces were moaning incessantly, and the protruding Monster was struggling.
Tentacles branched out, extending towards all directions.
The special restraint devices inside the isolation room activated, releasing special black lightning.
