Chapter 100

The file that appeared on the screen directly exposed his old bottom.

[Things Dr. Bright is not allowed to do at the Foundation — SCP-682 Edition]

[2. Do not tell new researchers that you can tame SCP-682 with a newspaper and rub its belly.]

[94. No matter how many times he photoshops himself into photos of SCP-682, and no matter how many Australians he has possessed, Bright is not, and has never been, the “Crocodile Hunter.”]

[100. Dr. Bright is not allowed to play the following content for SCP-682:]

[(1) Any Uwe Boll-style movie;]

[(2) The Room;]

[(3) Troll 2;]

[(4) Manos: The Hands of Fate;]

[(5) “Good bad” movies;]

[(6) “Cult” movies;]

[(7) You know what, Dr. Bright is forever forbidden from playing any movies for SCP-682.]

[117. Dr. Bright is not allowed to sell tickets for cage matches between Able and SCP-682 (crossed out) any SCPs (corrected).]

[182. Dr. Bright must not attempt to neutralize SCP-682 using the “power of friendship,” “power of love,” or any other kind of “power” that does not yet formally exist.]

[195. Do not stamp Wondertainment labels on SCP-682’s upper jaw. Or on its butt.]

[197. SCP-682 will not be satisfied by a virgin sacrifice ritual.]

[201. Dr. Bright must not attempt to possess SCP-682 under any circumstances.]

[222. Do not use SCP-682 as an “infinite burger machine” because it can regenerate lost tissue.]

[……]

Seeing Dr. Bright’s new “medals of merit.”

Everyone felt that all of this was both absurd and reasonable.

The only doubt is…

Is this really the SCP-682 that wreaked havoc on the Herta Space Station and ate the Antimatter Legion like snacks?

Is this really that “Hard-to-Destroy Reptile”?

Looking at these rules one by one, everyone just felt that the “Hard-to-Destroy Reptile” was so miserable.

Only.

Not many people care about it anymore.

Once the new list came out, the audience got new fun.

“Poor ‘Hard-to-Destroy Reptile,’ being held firmly by Dr. Bright, and even being used as an ‘infinite burger machine.’ Too humiliating.”

“Hahahaha! Dr. Bright never lies; he just hides some details and beautifies the rest.”

“Dr. Bright is really bold. As long as the rules don’t forbid it, he dares to exploit that loophole.”

“By his own strength, he forced the Foundation to change established rules again and again. I can already imagine the Administrator gritting his teeth.”

“A total brat… and a brat who can resurrect even if he dies.”

“Sigh, SCP-963 and SCP-682 are already like this; I don’t even dare to think about how many other SCPs have suffered at the hands of Dr. Bright.”

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People who live in space are indeed different from those who live on the ground.

The most intuitive experience is that there is no sun rising on time to wake people up.

For those accustomed to waking up bathed in sunlight, the first time they wake up in space, most would think that today’s sun doesn’t have enough willpower to climb up from the horizon.

Fortunately.

The crew on the Astral Express, except for Welt Yang and Bai Bai Xuan, have spent far more time floating in the starry sky than with their feet on the ground.

Oh, forgot Dan Heng.

The Luofu Luofu Xianzhou still simulates the time of its hometown, with sunrises and the waxing and waning of the bright moon.

At this very moment, Astral Express.

“Clang! Clang! Clang!”

The sound of continuous knocking on the door interrupted March 7th’s sweet dream.

This was Pom-Pom the conductor’s daily wake-up call, used to urge crew members who hadn’t woken up to get up and eat breakfast.

“March 7th, why aren’t you up yet?!”

Although her brain was still a bit dazed, March 7th still slowly climbed up, moved away the quilt that was binding her chest, and sat on the bed.

She answered the door somewhat mechanically:

“Awake, awake, coming right away.”

On the train, Pom-Pom the conductor is also a person you really shouldn’t provoke.

The last person who provoked it seemed to be named Void Archives?

Afterward, she rubbed her eyes and subconsciously pushed the person beside her:

“Xiao Bai~ Xiao Bai~ wake up~”

“Wake… wake…?”

It’s just that the feeling was a bit wrong.

Bai Bai Xuan’s body wasn’t this soft, and it couldn’t possibly be this big.

“No way…”

She confirmed it again, and her sense of touch wasn’t wrong.

Borrowing the dim light of the night lamp, March 7th slowly turned her gaze to look beside her.

She saw her hand grabbing a soft lump of something, and its owner was lying on her side facing her.

She was wearing a white undershirt, her figure was curvy, she had beautiful gray hair, and a cute face.

“Hmm…”

Looking somewhat familiar, it should be someone she knows.

“Hmm???”

She immediately became clear-headed, her pink eyes wide open, looking at the other party in disbelief.

Why is “Stelle” here?

Seeming to be disturbed by March 7th’s probing and palpation, “Stelle” also woke up, sleepy-eyed.

She first looked beside her, found that Bai Bai Xuan wasn’t there, and then looked at March 7th, who was grasping her conscience:

“Good morning.”

March 7th puffed out her cheeks, her eyes somewhat sharp.

“Ugh…”

……

Astral Express, Parlor Car.

Pom-Pom walked out of the guest cabin, swaying.

Seeing it somewhat unhappy, Himeko showed a polite smile and asked:

“Little March hasn’t woken up yet?”

Pom-Pom first shook its head, a pair of big ears swaying with the movement, then added:

“She should be awake now.”

Himeko looked at the guest cabin not far away, then looked at the seat where Bai Bai Xuan usually sat, picked up her porcelain cup, and blew on the coffee that was still steaming.

Then she smiled faintly:

“Young people, really energetic.”

……

At the same time.

Jarilo-VI, Foundation underground base.

Humans are truly excellent adapters.