Chapter 13

With the appearance of the title, all the audience were briefly stunned, and then they all typed their views in the bullet comments.

"Why is there another new pit? Can you finish the top 100 containment items first!"

"What's good about files! Watch the live stream, watch the live stream!"

"The Flesh That Hates? Extinction Order? What are these strange words?"

"Civilization Extinction Order? Are you kidding? Does the Foundation follow the Aeon of 'Destruction,' Nanook?"

"This reminds me of the machine empire that exterminates all organic civilizations; could the Foundation be an organization of mechanical life forms?"

"Long live the Emperor, exterminate all organic life!"

"..."

Inside the General's Mansion, Fu Xuan, who had gained nothing, came to report, and when she saw those lines of text on the sky screen, her mind was also a bit dazed.

The "Matrix of Prescience," this supercomputer representing the pinnacle of Xianzhou's computer science and technology.

After a series of calculations, it did not yield any content related to the "Foundation."

In front of her, Jing Yuan was lost in thought.

The image continued, and as the black screen disappeared, it was replaced by a large section of document content.

【Containment Item: The Flesh That Hates】

【Item Number: SCP-610】

【Danger Level: Keter】

【Item Description: SCP-610 appears to be an infectious skin disease, with initial symptoms including rashes, itching, and increased skin sensitivity.】

【Three hours later, spots similar to scar tissue begin to appear in the chest and arm areas, and spread to the legs and back an hour later, completely covering the victim within 5 hours. Exposure to high temperatures can greatly reduce the spread and transmission time of the disease, and it is reported that a complete infection can occur within 5 minutes.】

【After the complete infection occurs, the victim's vital functions will stop for about 3 minutes, after which they will "reboot." After "rebooting," their movement speed is 2 to 3 times faster than ordinary humans.】

【After this, the scar tissue on the victim begins to move on its own and grow at high speed. At this point, ordinary human characteristics disappear in the infection, and the mutation direction is generally random. Infection bodies at this stage have been observed and recorded to have three or more limbs such as hands or feet, and the head has been observed to become deformed and elongated or widened, and parts of the infection body will separate and grow additional tissue from within. The duration of this stage is unknown and it seems not all infection bodies can mutate to the next stage.】

【Under unknown circumstances, an infection body will stop moving and place itself in a position it deems suitable and begin to take root. The fleshy tissue growing on the victim will begin to spread to surrounding objects on its own and infect them.】

As the new file content appeared, the voices of the audience of various races who were questioning and questioning again became much quieter.

"Is this some kind of terrifying plague? Just looking at the description, it's like some kind of highly infectious parasitic fungus."

"High temperature can delay, but not prevent; does it mean that large-scale inactivation is required to kill this plague?"

"I say, is there really such a terrifying existence? Even the god of 'Abundance' wouldn't turn creations into such a hateful appearance."

The file included several photos of infected bodies; whether it was organic life or mechanical life, just one look would cause instinctive fear.

In the photos, besides all organic life growing blood-red limbs, even the ceilings, walls, and electronic equipment inside had grown various incomprehensible biological structures.

Jing Yuan turned to look at Fu Xuan.

Fu Xuan shook her head regretfully, indicating that she had not found any information related to the Foundation:

"Nothing found; the Foundation seems to exceed the boundaries that the Matrix of Prescience can calculate."

Jing Yuan heard this and didn't seem surprised, continuing in a spring-breeze-like tone:

"Lady Fu, this is not worth being discouraged about; the history of the galaxy far exceeds the length of our civilization, and it existed long before the appearance of Aeons."

"What's more, there are factions that specifically destroy past history."

"However, this 【SCP-610】 reminds me of some bad things."

After speaking, he continued to turn and look at the firmament.

Perhaps because of the large amount of text, the image did not switch quickly, but thoughtfully waited for a period of time.

Giving Fu Xuan enough time to read it through.

The thrilling text, paired with the terrifying photos, made this legal white-haired loli's expression change slightly.

This terrifying vitality and transmission ability are very similar to Xianzhou's mortal enemy, "Abundance," and another Aeon, "Propagation."

Very similar.

In the projection, the image fell into a brief darkness again, clearly a transition.

When the image lit up again, the scene had already arrived in a world full of ice and snow.

The weather was gloomy, snow was flying, and visibility was extremely low.

A blonde man with a high nose bridge and deep features was moving forward.

He wore a fur hat, goggles, a military green overcoat, and black boots, covered in snowflakes, struggling to trek through the knee-deep ice and snow.

Engraved on his chest badge was "D-114," clearly his codename.

If there were no accidents, the surrounding trees should have been covered with a thick layer of snow, covered by deep cold ice.

But at this moment, the trees were not only not frozen, but within dozens of centimeters around them, there were no signs of ice or snow.

How abnormal!

Their branches grew bright red flesh, pulsating rhythmically, just like tendons that had been stripped of skin and exposed.

Beside those trees lay the skeletons of many large animals—bears, deer, wolves...

Of course, those skeletons were also hung with eerie flesh like meat threads.

Seeing this scene, the audience had their most primitive fears awakened one by one.

"Is this really not a horror movie idea? I'm starting to suspect that the previous one was a movie invested in by Ms. Herta!"

"Holy sh*t, suggest immediate destruction!"

"Such a planet is no longer worth saving! Destroy! Destroy! Destroy!"

"Make it clear, which star sector is this in? I will never go there in my life!"

"..."

Bullet comments flashed by one after another; in the Curio Collection Room, March 7th and Dan Heng were struggling with who should give artificial respiration to the unconscious beautiful girl.

But before Dan Heng could manage to lock lips, "Stelle" woke up.

As soon as she opened her eyes, she saw a scene like hell.

"Eek!"

The girl with gray long hair and golden eyes had just woken up, and the temperament known as "trash among trash" had not yet fully sprouted.

Thus.

Like a frightened little deer, she protected March 7th and Dan Heng in front of her.

March 7th rubbed "Stelle's" hair, sighed, and complained to Dan Heng:

"Sigh, I say, does this Foundation have some weird hobby? Why do they spend all day collecting a pile of disgusting things."

Dan Heng shook his head with a small amplitude:

"I don't know."

"But if it's as they claim—control, contain, protect."

"It's not hard to understand why the Foundation deals with such abominable things."

March 7th heard this, spread her hands, looking like she had given up:

"First the Antimatter Legion, then the Old Man, don't tell me we'll have to face this kind of thing in a while."

"Then we are too unlucky."

"Stelle" pursed her lips, but her heart was a bit complicated.

She looked at the man walking alone in the image, always feeling that something bad would happen next.

And he even knew that there was no possibility of survival after this trip.

She stared fixedly at the firmament, watching the man bypass that terrifying forest.

"Who are you people? D-114?"

"And who am I?"