Chapter 1039

Thirteen of them formed a circle, and in the middle was a woman lying on her back, as if it were part of some ritual.

Not far away, a military truck was parked quietly, and a machine with a complex shape and precise structure was loaded in the back.

"Antimemetic bomb?" Adam guessed.

A cable extended from the machine to the control unit on the ground, and this woman's hand was pressing on the controller.

The security pass on her body was different from the others, with a bright red-orange diagonal line on it.

He stepped forward, wanting to see more clearly, but a low roar suddenly sounded in his mind, and a golden-white bright spot suddenly appeared in his field of vision.

He squinted his eyes, and the security pass read 【Marion Wheeler - Site Director】.

Adam stared at this name for a long time, and a kind of indescribable confusion and loss surged in his heart.

But why would it be like this?

He couldn't say.

Perhaps it was because the dead director had the same surname as him, and there might be other reasons.

Adam wanted to say something to her, but the words turned into silence when they reached his lips.

He shook his head, took Marion's pass, and quickly checked the vault, but except for some scaffolding and construction waste, there was nothing here.

After getting Marion Wheeler's pass, Adam obtained unlimited access to Site-41.

He not only mastered the whole story but also pieced together the last piece of the puzzle.

He left a note, following the same hopeless and firm ritual as the others in the Antimemetics Division.

He took his own written instructions and left the "reverse containment unit" of "SCP-3125."

He knew exactly where to go.

He passed through the woods, left Site-41, walked out of the boundary of the antimemetic crater, and returned to the world ruled by 3125.

"Just now, where did you go?"

A question like a cold arrow pierced his eardrum, forcing Adam to stop.

Adam turned his head, but his field of vision was filled with infinite brightness; he squinted his eyes, only barely able to identify a figure standing in front.

The trees on both sides swayed in the wind, and the friction of the branches and leaves made a rustling sound; they towered into the clouds, as if they were spider scrapers in the forest.

A feeling of coldness and panic swept over Adam's heart instantly, but was immediately replaced by a sense of comfort.

"Why can't I track you?" the unidentified man said, his voice sounding blurred.

"Your existence is so weak, as if you don't exist at all. It took me two whole days to lock onto you again. What's your problem?"

Adam remained silent.

The man approached, he didn't walk, but the distance between the two was shrinking.

His voice gradually became clearer, but he was shrouded in a dazzling light, unable to look directly.

"You are not one of them, and you are not one of us."

"In the memetic world, you don't even count as a fart."

"Why are you still wasting time on these? Why are you still obsessed with all this?"

"No matter what the hell you are, you should just commit suicide, because all this is in vain."

Adam knew this well.

The light gradually dissipated, the figure condensed from blur to substance, and finally revealed a real human form.

It was a man in his twenties, skin and bones; his hair was messy, his beard was unkempt, and his upper body was bare.

He had a deep hole in his collarbone, clearly a fatal wound.

Blood gushed from the wound, soaking his clothes and forearms, coagulating into black scabs, but the blood flow was continuous, still forming a thicker scab shell...

Adam tried to keep a straight face, but he knew it was useless.

He felt his incomplete left hand start to tremble uncontrollably, and a part of his soul and body tried to ask:

"Why?"

"This is the truth of humanity," the man declared, stretching out his hand to point to the whole world.

"For thousands of years, we have been deceiving ourselves, fantasizing that we can become better."

"But this is all of us, this has always been our essence, we were never anything else."

Adam wanted to refute, but when the words reached his lips, his lips only moved a few times, and then he returned to calm.

And at that moment, he pressed his left hand tightly against his chest, and his right hand quickly pulled out his gun, completing the aim and pulling the trigger in an instant.

That was a brilliant shot; the bullet hit the man's eye directly, pierced the eye socket, and came out from the back of the skull.

The man looked surprised, kneeling down slowly while twitching, and finally fell face down on the ground.

Looking at the man's twitching body, Adam gasped; he stared at the man's shattered skull, still holding the pistol tightly, until his body stopped resisting.

"He talks so much..." Adam whispered with a hint of apology.

Suppressing the discomfort in his heart and taking a few more breaths, Adam took out the Foundation's terminal from his backpack and entered the coordinates.

Then he backed away slowly, keeping eye contact with the man's corpse until he placed the terminal on the ground.

According to the instructions he found in the control room, he covered his eyes with his palms, facing the ground:

"Aelonizaenorae! Fire!"

At the same time the words fell, the satellite in Earth's orbit received the key.

The satellite's control module was activated, the energy module was awakened, the weapon module was unlocked, and the optical components began to focus.

Almost instantly, a laser descended from the sky; its speed could not be captured by human senses, hitting the target directly.

Instantly, the air around the contact point between the laser and the ground was heated to the limit, gas molecules were ionized, and a dazzling beam of light suddenly expanded, illuminating everything around it.

Although the duration of the strike was very short, the energy released was enough to destroy everything in the target area.

The heat reached its peak the moment it hit the ground, instantly vaporizing the corpse and its surrounding matter, leaving only the scorched asphalt ground.

When the heat wave slowly receded and the dazzling light dissipated, the world returned to an orange-red piece, and Adam walked up slowly, opening his mouth to the charred remains:

"I was going to say: 'This is a lie. This is you. You are the lie.'"

"But, sigh..."

If this bastard can still come back to life, I'm really done for, completely finished.

Adam muttered while slowly looking up at the sky; the light and temperature of the world did not change because of this.

The sky was still gloomy, and that evil sense of oppression originating from "SCP-3125" still permeated the universe.

However, as he turned around, the surrounding woods suddenly became restless, and Adam realized that those giant spider-like creatures were quietly dispersing and disappearing into the depths of the dense forest.