Be dragged into the room by the succubus

A title with a specific color.

It does not specifically refer to a prop with a special effect, but represents a type of person.

A category of special people who have been carefully selected from the beginning of their birth to meet certain conditions.

Their existence is instilled with corresponding tasks, and everything, including characters and even concepts, is arranged and cultivated in the desired direction.

The purpose of their existence is to finally achieve the corresponding conditions.

Either contain some souls, or hold certain props, or be ignited as some kind of firewood at a certain moment...

For organizations that cultivate containers, they pay the price and reap the success without question.

It is justified.

But for the parties involved, it was extremely cruel.

Everything he perceives, the people he meets, and the things he thinks in his mind are all arranged and monitored by others.

There is no self, belief is also designed, no one really loves him, and there is nothing that belongs to him...

No, not at all.

They still have one thing that belongs to them.

death.

I can't decide how to be born, but I can decide how to die.

When things are exposed, most of the containers will fall into madness and eventually die.

This death, however, is not one of those peaceful self-deaths.

Those who play with the fate of others will eventually taste the bitter fruit they bring.

Most of the containers will retaliate wildly before self-destructing, transferring some pain to each other.

No organization would want to see such a result.

Therefore, almost all organizations will set corresponding restrictions on the container and destroy the container before the backlash occurs.

Except for one organization - the Overwatch Society.

If it is against the gods, the Overwatch Society will definitely stand firmly on the side of human beings and the world.

He can even be qualified to call himself the savior.

But is the savior necessarily kind?

There is no such provision.

Nothing is simple, everything has its complexity.

The Watch is not pure goodness.

If one had to be on one side, it would probably be neutral but leaning towards good.

But at the same time, for some evils, it's not like they can't melt the sand in their eyes.

It is also the tradition of the Overwatch Society to acquiesce to a certain degree of madness and evil.

Only this is normal on the outside, but a crazy organization is revealed in the bones.

Only then will the container cultivation plan not be prohibited, and at the same time, it will not put shackles on the other party.

Since ancient times, they have firmly believed in this belief.

And this is a way of life left by the Overwatch Society for the containers.

A chance to own yourself.

If it is said that it is just a specially cultivated "container", then his own will is actually not important, and it will not affect the existing distribution of power.

And if not, then there is something to be said.

However, Ning Feng is not completely alone, he has other helpers.

Following the path in his mind, Ning Feng avoided various security systems and passed through layers of barriers to this special place.

An old building that looks out of place with its surroundings.

Pushing open an ordinary door silently, Ning Feng picked up the lantern hanging on the door and walked slowly down the dark steps.

After walking through the long and dark underground passage, Ning Feng finally arrived at his destination.

The laboratory of the legendary spellcaster Egger.

I don't know if it's Iger's unique taste. He is obviously one of the few people with the highest power in the court, but his laboratory has chosen such a dark and hidden place.

It's like a rat living in the sewer and won't leave its nest.

With his back to Ning Feng, the black-robed figure of Iger was concentrating on the experiment in his hands.

"You came."