Chapter 1036

"... Then he's really unlucky."

"No, the lady without a workstation is unlucky; first she was controlled as a threat by O5-8's Autobot, and then cruelly abused and killed by 3125."

"Oh right, what's the situation with O5-8's robot? It's so cool, does the Foundation have any models for sale?"

"Now O5 probably doesn't take cars anymore; in a while, maybe you'll see interstellar warships that can transform."

Following his separation from Ulrich, Adam had been walking on this destroyed land for a week.

The whole world was shrouded in orange-red light, but the traveler of the end times couldn't feel a trace of warmth; on the contrary, he felt only coldness from this warm-colored sky.

Everything that could be classified as a celestial body had disappeared; on the horizon, there was only a giant eye intertwined with red and black, like the eye of a god in creation myths, casting scorching light like a torch, watching the world.

The ruins of civilization left by humanity were haunted by a dead and desolate atmosphere, coldly overlooking the corpses called humans with His single eye by the criminal who had committed unforgivable sins.

This was even weirder than the most confusing dream.

Adam felt as if he was being watched by the terrifying existence in Ulrich's words, as if he was about to be captured by Him again, turning into His hound, and felt as if he was being crushed by the sky and couldn't breathe, about to die along with the falling Heaven.

"Sometimes, I really wish I was crazy..."

Adam raised his intact right hand, clenched it into a fist, and hit his head violently, hoping this would alleviate his migraine.

"The situation seems to be getting worse..."

Whenever "the day" ended, a large number of colorful jagged afterimages would appear before his eyes, as if the whole world was falling into an endless abyss under his feet forever, and he was falling downward crazily along with this world.

He felt as if he was in an unreal world, or trapped in a dream he couldn't escape.

The world seemed to be abandoned, like a car overturned in a muddy ditch, the doors and windows of the city were wide open, the lights were flickering like unstable voltage, a desolate and empty scene.

From time to time, terrifying black shadows as tall as skyscrapers appeared on the horizon; they crawled or walked, casting long and terrifying shadows.

Whenever they appeared, Adam would immediately stop and hide nearby; perhaps Adam was too small, and those giant shadows didn't notice his existence.

This was indeed the end of humanity, Adam thought.

However, in such a desperate situation, there were still some small surprises.

Although the day-night cycle was replaced by eternal twilight, the Earth was still maintaining its rotation.

Adam obtained this result through simple experiments, which could make him feel a little more at ease and regain some of the stability of "normalcy."

But from the perspective of the current situation, this discovery had no meaning and played no positive role.

The world had passed through the antimemetic barrier of "SCP-3125" and penetrated deep into the core area of its antimemetic radiation.

"SCP-3125" no longer needed to disguise itself as any other form; He was He, the supreme divinity, the supreme antimemetic entity, the embodiment of concepts, an immortal and indestructible great existence.

There was no one in this world who could defy Him, and no one who could resist Him; He was the master of this universe, and His will was the law of reality.

So obvious.

Adam saw Him, firmly captured by Him, like a star falling into the gravitational vortex of a black hole, unable to resist, unable to escape.

"SCP-3125" not only penetrated his pupils but also quietly clung to the boundary of his consciousness reality.

All conscious existences saw Him.

He was omnipresent, like the pulse of the universe, the ripples of space-time, penetrating every inch of existence with an extraordinary breadth and depth.

Whether it was the brilliant galaxy or the microscopic particle world.

Irreversible, inescapable.

This was the end of human civilization; for the next millions of years, perhaps longer, the Earth would be shrouded in His glory.

"SCP-3125" stood there, hideous, casual, and ordinary.

For a long time, Adam had only his thoughts, and rarely anything else to think about.

One day, he frowned, blinked, squinted at the strong light in front of him, and then he realized a detail he hadn't noticed before—

"SCP-3125" was standing there, standing like a human.

"!!! 'SCP-3125' was influenced by the human form?"

"Fine, it seems 'standing like a human' is some kind of better concept."

"No, shouldn't this explain that 3125 finally obtained some kind of physical form, so it would stand like a human? He only existed as a concept before, whether driven by 'Red' or killing in the site, they were all memetic bodies."

"God damn memetic body, sorry that the Xianzhou people can't turn into memetic existences."

"If the hundreds of billions of people on Xianzhou could all turn into memetic existences, I wouldn't dare to imagine what this universe would become."

"Don't even need the 'Supreme Heaven Parasite', Xianzhou would directly ascend to godhood, triggering the Foundation's specific doomsday scenario, and the Foundation would collectively contain Xianzhou."

"'The Hunt' would fight 'Memory' first, right?"

When time came to May, Adam finally found Site-41.

Site-41 was shrouded in a thick antimemetic field; everyone entering within hundreds of meters of the site would have their subconscious affected, leading to a deep sense of irrelevance.

As if something was whispering quietly:

"There is nothing here, keep moving forward."

"Explore the area ahead next time."

Although Ulrich had reminded Adam of this before the trip began, he still couldn't be exempted from this influence.

The first time, Adam ignored the location of Site-41 and walked for thirty minutes, until he suspected he was lost and checked the map, only then realizing he was affected, and then turned around.

After more than half an hour, Adam saw the woods he had passed before, full of confusion: "I walked past it again?"

Until the third time, Adam finally succeeded in finding Site-41.

Passing through that layer of thick fog, what appeared before Adam was a ruin.

1/3 of Site-41's main buildings were torn apart, and the remaining 2/3 were still intact.

Adam came to the main entrance, but was blocked by a heavy steel door.

He went to the side, intending to see if there were any emergency exits or side doors.

Only to find that the wall on this side was torn apart entirely, rubble and debris scattered all over the ground, and the huge gap was enough for vehicles to enter.

Looking at the mess, Adam remembered Ulrich's guarantee: "Site-41 is 'Safe'."

"No entity will spontaneously and actively harm people; no entity needs active and complex containment measures."

Safe-class anomalies, even if placed in a dark, closed room indefinitely, will not pose a threat.

Ulrich added a sentence: "Nuclear bombs are also 'Safe'."

According to the Foundation's classification method, nuclear bombs are indeed very "Safe."

As long as no war maniac presses the launch button, it can stay in the silo forever and will not cause harm to human society.

But if you put it that way, naughty children don't seem to be classifiable as Safe, because they always cause all kinds of things.

I hope the things in Site-41 will be a bit more "Safe."

Adam walked carefully through the ruins while hypnotizing himself in his heart that "this site is 'Safe'."

Theoretically speaking, there are no surviving anomalies in this site, and the biggest potential danger might just be the occasional mouse.

When turning the corner, Adam caught a glimpse of a blurred outline, not far in front of him.

He was startled, and the beam of his flashlight locked onto it—it was a corpse.

The corpse was sitting against the corridor wall, holding a war knife in its hand, the tip of the knife stabbed deeply into its thigh, blood splashing on the wall, dyeing the entire floor black......

Adam instinctively took two steps back, his back pressed against the wall.

In a trance, the sensor lights in the corridor were awakened by his footsteps, illuminating the tragic scene before him.

"No need, thank you."

He whispered to the sensor light.

Adam swallowed, endured the discomfort in his heart, turned his face away, raised his hand to cover the direction of the corpse, and walked quickly along the corridor toward the depths of the site.

But the deeper he went, the more scenes that challenged Adam's physiological limits appeared.

Some corpses were piled together in groups, their expressions twisted, seemingly having experienced intense conflict and died in violent disputes;

Some were dismembered, or just scattered pieces;

Some seemed to have died much longer than the others, their skin shriveled like paper, bones exposed, and mysterious symbols carved on the wall behind them, impossible to interpret.

Adam couldn't find the reason for such a gap.

Did some Foundation personnel come here after Site-41 was destroyed?

Or did the time flow here become abnormal?

If these were the peaceful days of the past, Adam would rather believe the first situation, but now, he was more inclined to an explanation with mysterious power.

Even if it sounded like pure nonsense.

Adam continued to go deeper.