Chapter 1025

Under Ulrich's gaze, Adam awoke from his trance.

Compared to last time, he was now refreshed, overflowing with vitality, and impatient to take action.

Ulrich breathed a sigh of relief; she began to distill the key information, explaining everything concisely:

The Foundation, the Antimemetics Division, the current situation, and the mission objectives.

To Ulrich's surprise, Adam displayed exceptional comprehension; after she explained these points, he posed a series of follow-up questions.

This was, at the very least, a good sign.

"Is my memory of you insufficient to sustain a 'Memory Link'?" Adam asked.

"Your memory might be excellent," Ulrich sighed helplessly, "but you still don't know me well enough... so, no."

"Sigh..."

Afterward, Ulrich told Adam in detail how to find Site-41.

He had to avoid densely populated urban areas, be wary of those frenzied, rampaging anomalies, and watch out for the howling, swarming minions of 3125.

Furthermore, Site-41 was obscured by a thick antimemetic veil; Adam needed to make full preparations in advance and then pass straight through it.

Next, Ulrich introduced several methods to avoid the hounds of 3125, choosing to conceal the greatest advantage Adam possessed:

Given that Adam had just escaped from the control of "SCP-3125," his aura was still "just right" to those monsters, enough to allow him to pass by them silently.

She did not want him to lower his guard due to overconfidence.

Finally, she explained some basic survival strategies in detail.

"I have experience with hiking and camping in the wild," Adam said confidently.

However, he had never experienced trekking through a strange world already occupied by "anomalies," nor had he survived for months without electricity and water supplies.

Clearly, there were still many topics left for them to discuss.

The man and the soul communicated over the phone for a long time, until Adam realized the scenery outside the window had not changed for too long.

The red sun outside the window seemed to be frozen in place, neither rising nor setting.

Either the Earth had completely stopped rotating.

Or it was merely an illusion wearing the guise of a red sun.

"I don't know."

Ulrich could only offer this answer: "Once, the Foundation might have been able to answer that question."

"It seems the Foundation bears the heavy responsibility of saving the world," Adam mused.

In the distant heavens, Ulrich's weary smile bloomed faintly.

"The Foundation was never that simple," she whispered.

"Ms. Ulrich, I feel our time together is coming to an end." Adam's voice was slightly heavy.

By this point in the call, Ulrich's voice was already quite weak, reminding Adam of patients on their deathbeds in movies.

She sounded like a wisp of smoke, ready to be scattered by the wind at any moment.

One can enter "Heaven" after death, but when "Heaven" falls and the Holy Spirit dies once more, where is she to go?

"Indeed," Ulrich responded softly.

"You are facing an incredibly arduous predicament," Adam said, full of respect.

"By comparison, the challenges I face, while still terrifying, are much better, thanks to your help."

"I will do what I can, and I will remember you, even though it won't change anything."

"Kill that thing, Mr. Adam," Ulrich said. "When you have the chance, do not hesitate."

"Mm."

At that very moment, a sharp, piercing sneer came from behind Ulrich, as if a blade had sliced through the silence.

She turned around, only to see a young man standing behind her, whom she had failed to perceive the entire time.