By this point in Luo Shu's sweep, only four Euclid-class memes remained in Site-33.
Coincidentally, his Anomaly Buster Milestone was also four targets away from reaching Level 2.
This milestone was by far the hardest to level—requiring 30 suppressed anomalies for a single upgrade. In contrast, the Containment Specialist Milestone needed 100 entries, but at least it had no additional conditions.
If not for Luo Shu's innate resistance to memetic hazards, the Anomaly Buster progress would've remained stagnant.
Yet in just two days at Site-33, he'd already added 10 entries to the milestone.
Aside from these:
Anomalous Item-2737 "Dead Lamprey" was outright terminated, counting toward his Anomaly Slayer Milestone.
Anomalous Item-1026 "A Certain Acquaintance" fell under mental enslavement, credited to his Anomaly Overlord Milestone.
The rest were minor linguistic memes, logged as standard containment.
Now, if he could just handle these last four Euclid-class memes using his usual methods, the Anomaly Buster Milestone would finally reach Level 2!
The thought sent a surge of anticipation through him as he marched toward the next containment unit.
Anomalous Item-3312: "OwO What's This?"
This meme warped cognition.
Infected individuals started with an obsession with animals, progressed to anthropomorphic media, then to roleplaying, until they fully identified as beasts.
Rated Euclid for its contagiousness: by Stage 3, carriers aggressively "recruited" others. At the final stage, they shed humanity entirely, becoming feral humanoids.
Though most infected were held at Site-990, Site-33 retained research materials.
The unit housed a computer. Luo Shu logged into a furry forum, deliberately infecting himself.
In his mental realm, a cartoonish animal avatar blinked up at him—grotesquely cute, almost enough to stay his hand.
But after surviving countless life-or-death scenarios, Luo Shu felt no pity.
He stomped the avatar into shards of consciousness.
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Item #: Anomalous Item-3312
Name: "OwO What's This?"
Class: Euclid
Image: […]
Description: […]
Containment Procedures: […]
Abilities: Bestial Reversion. "When you call an animal 'man's best friend,' congrats—you've awakened the beast within. When you call it 'your child,' the sickness deepens. When you wish to become it… well, you're no longer human."
Status: Suppressed
Interaction Log: [Click to Play]
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Disgust curled in Luo Shu's gut. Who'd willingly degrade themselves to animals?
But eradicating the meme was impossible—it had gone viral long ago.
No time for philosophy. He moved to the next target.
Anomalous Item-5237: "In My Mind"
This was perhaps the most dangerous Euclid-class meme he'd encountered.
A meme bomb.
Infection had two phases:
Latency: Began the moment one learned of its existence.
Activation: Triggered if the infected purged the concept from their mind.
Then—five minutes until detonation.
During testing, a D-class who'd forgotten the meme had exploded in his cell.
Crucially, only one person could host the bomb at a time. Since O5 Council members knew of it, the Foundation instituted the Bearer Protocol:
A condemned D-class would be assigned as the permanent host.
They'd live in isolation, never allowed to forget.
Death would transfer the bomb to the next aware individual.
The current host, D-10572, was kept at Site-33. Killing him would detonate the bomb in an O5 member's skull—but to Luo Shu, that was meaningless.
The O5 were just the "God's" pawns. Even if wiped out, "God" would replace them overnight.
Only killing "God" mattered—but as the avatar of memetics, "God" was surely immune to memes.
Luo Shu just wanted to log the anomaly.
Yet when he reviewed the documents in D-10572's cell, nothing happened.
Of course—the bomb could only latch onto one host at a time.
This posed a problem: if D-10572 died unexpectedly, the bomb might jump to Luo Shu himself.
Better to take control.
He enslaved D-10572's mind, invading his psyche.
There, floating in the mental void, was the meme bomb—a ticking countdown frozen at 5:00.
Luo Shu wrenched it free, transplanting it into his own consciousness.
Success.
He crushed the bomb underfoot, watching it shatter into fragments—
—only for another bomb to materialize on his chest, its timer already ticking down.
What?!
Gritting his teeth, he clawed it out. The pain was soul-rending, worse than any physical wound.
He stomped it.
A third bomb spawned.
This thing had bonded to him.