Containment Zone.
The moment the skill settled into his mind, it didn't come as vague understanding or fragmented knowledge. It unfolded completely, like a fully written script being read aloud inside his consciousness.
Wang Chen stood still, absorbing it.
Not just the concept—
But its limits.
Its reach.
Its absolute nature.
Within the range of his divine sense, all forms of escape would become meaningless.
Not slowed.
Not hindered.
They would just not work.
The idea itself was simple.
Its implication…
Anything but.
Wang Chen exhaled slowly, the faint trace of surprise in his eyes fading into something more measured.
A class that had started as a joke—a Sweeper—had now produced something like this.
He couldn't help but feel that the system had a twisted sense of humor.
Or perhaps—
He had simply underestimated it from the beginning.
After a moment, Wang Chen closed the window.
His consciousness shifted.
And in the next instant—
His eyes opened in the real world.
