Chapter 17: The Swan Song of a D-Class Personnel [Data requested!]

What the hell?

???

The audience watching this scene felt goosebumps rise all over their bodies.

"This thing actually knows how to use cries for help? Doesn't this mean the more responsible you are, the faster you die?"

"No, how is this even possible? Isn't it just a pile of rotten meat? How did it suddenly grow eyes?"

"Did it devour the victim's memories, or is it just mimicking the victim's voice?"

Outside the screen, even Fu Xuan, who was in the General's Mansion, felt a chill run through her body; an uncontrollable coldness rose from the bottom of her heart.

Mutual aid and assistance—this is an instinct carved deep into the genes of civilized races.

Not for any other reason, but because races that understand mutual aid are more likely to grow strong and develop into civilizations.

Yet, 【SCP-610】 knows how to exploit this to hunt in reverse.

Beside her, Jing Yuan narrowed his eyes slightly, and Yanqing also wore a very serious expression.

On the screen, Maksim clearly realized this was a trap, so after throwing out a disc-shaped object, he decisively turned and moved away from the area.

——That disc was a waypoint marker, used to flag dangerous spots.

The cries for help faded into the wind and snow; it seemed that once it confirmed he would not turn back, the eerie flesh stopped its lure.

Beyond expressing fear, the audience no longer knew what to say.

This man's figure was lonely and resolute.

Only the Doctor's voice continued to ring in his ears.

"Come back. Up until now, you have maintained a safe distance from them. I can request a special rescue mission."

"Give it up. There are no compatriots you recognize left on this planet; the channel only contains forged distress calls."

"Those are the howls of monsters."

Maksim shook his head once more, his eyes already slightly red:

"No need, Doctor."

"I am just a D-Class personnel, disposable—a one-time consumable for the Foundation. I am glad to have worked under your command, and I am glad to have known you."

"Next, I am going home."

The Doctor was silent for a moment, then uttered a single sentence:

"May you find the way home."

Having said that, the Doctor cut the communication.

On the Xianzhou "Luo Fu," Qingque, who was slacking off, saw this scene, and the mahjong tiles in her hands no longer felt appealing. After casually winning with a "Four Concealed Triplets, Single Wait," she left her seat early and ran to the side to lament.

"Life is unpredictable, intestines wrapped in intestines, braised fat intestines, nine-turn intestines, intestine sashimi... Alright, I'll go have gourd-head soup with flatbread for dinner."

Unfortunately, the Astral Express had not yet arrived here, and there were too few people to whom she could reveal her ambition to slack off; this sentiment could only be temporarily stored in her heart.

But she was filled with curiosity about that "Dr. White" who had never appeared.

He might be a good man, right? If she ever met him in the future, should she drag him along to play cards?

She looked at the sky simulated inside the Xianzhou, thinking as much.

Yet she did not notice that Master Fu Xuan of the Divination Commission was not far away, staring at her every move.

Maksim continued his trek, through several more days and nights.

The heavy backpack he brought with him was nearly empty; he knew the end of this journey was near.

That noon, he found the small town he had dreamed of.

This was his hometown.

The town was very quiet, but to his surprise, there were no red chunks of meat everywhere.

It was just that many doors and windows were left open, letting in quite a bit of snow.

It looked as if everyone had been evacuated in an emergency.

This meant there were still potential survivors in this world!

Where did they go? Were they still alive? Could they still be contacted... Countless questions followed one after another.

Maksim suddenly felt his journey had gained meaning; he could finally save a few lives to offset his own sins.

He ran all the way toward the police station, where the town's best radio equipment was located, and the town's bulletin board was there too; perhaps he could get some news there.

Anyway, these monsters couldn't fly; the Foundation didn't need to worry about them leaving the planet's gravitational field, nor would they immediately begin "purification."

Dr. White told him that the Foundation would use a planet-killing weapon called "Neutron Sweep" to kill all life on this planet.

Once it was discovered that 【SCP-610】 still had survivors, the Foundation would adopt a contingency plan: detonate the star and directly destroy the entire galaxy.

If that still failed to clear 【SCP-610】, the Foundation's Administrator would personally take action to tear apart this space.

It's just that...

Maksim held an ancient belief.

All the dead would be able to reunite in the future.

Perhaps, after hundreds of millions of years, a new civilization would be born on this planet, just like humanity today.

He believed that after crossing countless time, he would see his parents again.

Pushing open the door, Maksim saw a gentleman wearing a police uniform.

The other party was facing away from him, squatting in front of a cabinet, packing something up.

Maksim asked:

"Did you not evacuate?"

Police Officer: "I am, packing, things, waiting for someone..."

Their tongue was a bit tangled; he didn't know if it was a stutter or if they were frozen.

Although the police station door was closed, the heating in the town had stopped; the only shelter this building could provide was protection from the wind and cold.

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Breathing out a puff of white air, Maksim rubbed his stiff hands and asked the question he cared about most:

"How many survivors are left? Where were they transferred to?"

Police Officer: "Many, they, are underground."

Seeing this, the audience finally let out a sigh of relief.

"Ha... I knew the situation wouldn't be that bad; civilization wouldn't be that fragile."

"Don't hold too much hope; the Foundation really did issue an extermination order. They might be the only survivors left." ===== CHAPTER 19 =====