I Created a Containment Object at the Start, and Became a God

93: What a twisted little life!“Maximum alert for all personnel! Prepare for battle!”

Tsukuyomi’s voice was cold as ice, instantly shattering the silence.

Her sharp gaze locked onto the large hole broken open on the third floor, and the ominous black shadow faintly squirming deep within the hole.

Almost the instant her voice fell, the four elite team members behind her instantly adopted a combat stance like precision machines.

“They’re here!” Tsukuyomi’s pupils contracted as she yelled.

From the shadow of the broken wall hole, a massive figure nearly three meters tall slowly strode out, exposed in the dim light.

It was Jirō, wearing the Oni Mask and wrapped in black and red malevolent aura!

In one of his massive claws, he dragged a female corpse—Yoshiko—whose abdomen had been completely hollowed out and internal organs vanished, as if she were a rag doll.

The Doctor’s instrument immediately emitted a sharp alarm, and he analyzed the scene with extreme speed:

“Energy readings are at a chaotic peak, humanoid UMA, severe biological structural distortion, no matching records in the database! It’s an unknown species!

Threat level... cannot be accurately determined, but definitely surpasses conventional B-class! Be careful! The corpse in his hand... life signs have completely vanished!”

Just then, Jirō’s masked head slowly turned toward the five people standing ready on the rooftop, his hollow gaze sweeping over them from beneath the mask.

A voice mixed with hoarse static, yet possessing a strangely clear tone and curiosity, sounded:

“Oh? Who... are you people? You look... like you aren’t ordinary food, huh...”

Tsukuyomi suppressed the shock in her heart—this monster could actually speak human language and seemed to possess considerable intelligence.

She gripped the weapon in her hand and sharply questioned, “What exactly are you?! Why are you attacking humans here?!”

Hearing this, Jirō lowered his head to look at Yoshiko’s gruesome corpse in his hand, then used his empty giant claw.

With a movement almost “gentle,” he lightly straightened Yoshiko’s dangling head, making the face, contorted by extreme fear, look toward him.

As if engaging in an intimate conversation between lovers, he spoke in a strange, smiling tone:

“Are you talking about Yoshiko? We... are husband and wife...”

His voice even carried a twisted “affection.” “I... love her very much... How could I... possibly hurt her?”

This statement instantly made Tsukuyomi and the four others realize that the monster before them was likely once human, only polluted by some incomprehensible power and mutated into its current form.

However, before they could recover from this deduction—

The next second, a horrifying scene occurred that made everyone’s scalps tingle and stomachs churn!

After Jirō finished that chilling “declaration of love,” he suddenly lowered his head, opened his massive, fang-filled maw, and bit down savagely onto Yoshiko’s remaining head, as if eating a juicy piece of fruit!

“Crunch! Squish—!”

The sound of a skull cracking, brain matter splattering, and muscle tearing mixed together!

“Mmm... delicious...”

Jirō lifted his head, chewing, as viscous blood and brain tissue dripped down the jaw of his mask. He even let out a satisfied sigh, as if tasting the ultimate delicacy!

“Ugh...!” Even the experienced veterans couldn’t help but dry heave upon witnessing this scene that crossed the line of human decency.

Just as Tsukuyomi and the others were fighting back nausea and enduring discomfort from the horrifying sight of Jirō eating a human brain raw.

Atop a house barely a hundred meters from the battlefield, Lin Zhi was sitting leisurely on the roof.

His figure, aura, and even his presence were completely integrated into the surrounding environment, such that even the most sensitive perceiver in the Tsukuyomi Squad, though close by, couldn’t detect him at all.

He sat cross-legged, propping his chin with one hand, looking down with great interest at the impending conflict on the apartment rooftop below, as if watching a stage play.

Seeing Jirō’s crazed appearance as he savored his “deceased wife’s” head, Lin Zhi’s extraordinarily handsome face showed no sign of emotion.

Instead, he frowned slightly, revealing a look of faint distaste and confusion, as if he had seen a flawed product that didn’t meet his aesthetic standards.

“Oh dear...”

He muttered softly, his tone reflecting the confusion of a creator whose work had gone astray.

“When I created the Bloodthirsty Mask, I don’t recall specifically setting a low-level hobby like ’cannibalism’... How did this thing, when worn by this *Xiao Rizi*, automatically unlock such a perverted talent?”

He rubbed his chin in contemplation, his gaze sweeping back and forth between Jirō and the Special Adjustment Department members waiting below, before arriving at a simple, crude conclusion, as if realizing something:

“Hmm... I can’t figure it out. Perhaps... this *Xiao Rizi* nationality inherently carries this kind of perverted recessive gene? Give it a little dark power catalyst, and it expresses itself so... authentically?”

His tone was flat, carrying a condescending, stereotypical judgment toward a specific race, as if discussing the fixed behavior patterns of laboratory mice.

Immediately, his gaze turned to the five Special Adjustment Department elites below, who were in combat mode but slightly sluggish due to shock, and he yawned boredly:

“Tsk... These so-called elites have poor psychological fortitude, huh? They’ve finished puking but still haven’t made a move? Dawdling... I’m waiting for the show; this is boring.”

For Lin Zhi, the life-and-death struggle and human tragedy below were merely an impromptu performance arranged to dispel his eternal boredom.

The audience’s sluggishness and the actor’s “ad-libbing” both caused him a bit of impatience.

Thus, with a slight shift of thought, an invisible command, carrying absolute authority, instantly crossed dimensions like the strings controlling a puppet, piercing directly into the depths of Jirō’s consciousness, which had been thoroughly eroded by the mask:

[Kill them. Kill every living thing you see.]

The instruction was simple, direct, and cold.

Jirō, who was “savoring” Yoshiko’s brain matter, suddenly froze!

His chewing stopped, and the scarlet eyes radiating through the mask, which had originally held a slight gleam of “enjoying a feast,” were instantly replaced by the purest, coldest killing intent!

He abruptly raised his head, baring fangs covered in red and white matter, and the bone-chilling killing intent locked onto the five people on the rooftop like a physical shockwave!

“Watch out!!”

The Doctor, who had been closely monitoring the energy readings and analyzer, was the first to cry out in alarm. Jirō’s expression...

instantly shifted from a state of chaotic gluttony to an extremely dangerous attack state.

“Target energy signature has mutated! Aggressiveness is skyrocketing! Entering maximum threat combat status! Be careful!!”

Almost at the exact moment the Doctor’s warning was issued—

“ROOOOAAARRR—!!!”

Jirō let out a terrifying roar that was no longer human speech, but pure bestiality.

He casually tossed Yoshiko’s ravaged corpse aside like trash, his massive body crouching slightly before exerting force suddenly with his feet!

“Boom!!!”

The section of the balcony floor where he stood instantly cracked and collapsed!

And Jirō’s figure had already transformed into a black and red lightning bolt tearing through the night, carrying a suffocating stench of blood, and lunging wildly toward Tsukuyomi and the four others on the rooftop at a speed too fast for the naked eye to track!

The real slaughter had begun! Lin Zhi’s show was finally about to start...