Beneath the shadows of the city, all kinds of dangerous, bizarre containment objects lie hidden.
Ye Changqing stared in bewilderment at the white-haired girl in the mirror, who stood less than 170 centimeters tall. Aside from her chest being so flat it could serve as a runway, every other aspect of her figure and face was practically flawless.
“So... I’ve turned into a containment object?!”
“What? You’re saying this giant fish is a containment object? Let me try it...”
“What? You’re saying this radio is a containment object? Let me take a bite...”
“What? This whole building is a containment object too? Let me... Ugh, who in their right mind would chew on this thing?”
“Wait, I’ve already turned into a containment object, so chewing on it should be fine... right?”
“What? You’re saying this skirt is a containment object too? Let me put it on... Uh, those squirming things are tentacles, aren’t they? Sorry, I’m out.”
