Chapter 174

The Director was a bit impatient: "Give me the conclusion directly."

"'SCP-1915' has introverted abilities and is accompanied by neurological symptoms; it is impossible to pose a serious threat."

"... annot evaluate; just looking at Yoshikage Kira's recent performance, who would have thought he was the 'Missing Thing' that destroyed the entire world, and even a supreme divinity above divinity."

"Unresponsible speculation, the reason Yoshikage Kira wanted to destroy the world was to destroy these dark histories before."

"Well-founded and cannot be refuted."

"Basically hammered that he has multiple personalities; I don't know which personality was promoted to supreme divinity, 'Missing Thing,' and destroyed the entire universe."

"So, why did He destroy the world? Is it really because He wanted to destroy the world, or did the past experience make Him choose the path of destroying the world?"

Another day of work ended, and Yoshikage Kira returned to his room.

What consumes passion and vitality the most is undoubtedly the repetitive work that never ends no matter how busy you are.

He felt his body was incredibly heavy, as if sandbags were tied to his ankles, and his body seemed to be filled with lead.

Every step consumed his will, and every centimeter forward was unspeakable torment.

After persisting for a while, he finally threw himself onto the sofa.

The whole person sank into it, his two blue eyes lacking luster, looking like dried fish, staring straight at the ceiling.

In Yoshikage Kira's mind, the urging of employers still echoed, as well as the scene in the conference room.

Physically and mentally exhausted, wasting time.

In extreme fatigue, a beautiful figure walked toward him, with a good face and beautiful curves; it was Lisa, whom Yoshikage Kira dreamed of.

That was the "Mona Lisa" in his heart.

The fantasy of the woman he admired filled his empty heart.

So.

He got a boner.

But in that brief instant, Yoshikage Kira only felt a burst of heat, as if being roasted by the sun's flames.

Deep in his consciousness, a brilliant star burst out, burning in isolation, waking Yoshikage Kira up, and then letting him die.

"That... say something embarrassing, I look at him like this, it seems there is a reaction."

"Knowing heaven is easy, defying heaven is hard..."

"Really don't treat brothers as outsiders."

"Pray, pray, immediately pray on the spot!"

"Not allowed to masturbate, give it back to me."

"This guy is a ruthless person; he is so tired and doesn't forget to entertain himself; he is really not afraid of sudden death."

The audience off the field discussed heatedly, but the Yoshikage Kira in the picture stopped his handiwork, without warning.

No one realized that the awakening of the "Missing Thing" came so quickly.

His temperament changed in an instant.

The decadent atmosphere that had been marinated into his body disappeared in an instant, replaced by indifference, a "blank" like "missing."

He pulled his left hand out of his pants, and the turbid liquid dripped from his fingertips; before it hit the ground, it turned into a wisp of white sand in the air.

Everyone understood that at this moment, "He" officially became "He."

"Goodbye, brother."

Yoshikage Kira stood up slowly and said goodbye softly, but without any nostalgia or regret.

Every step he took, his pajamas disappeared by a point, turning into pure white sand, clustering around him, cheering for him.

The figure in the floor-to-ceiling mirror, blonde hair and blue eyes, in a sand robe, was like a god in some ancient tribal legend.

A moment later, the mirror also collapsed, turning into warm white sand.

"Everything started the day you, a stranger, took my power. In the past, I hid it, and now I can easily guess the reason."

"Looking up, I only hope to see the stars dotted on the apartment window, but I see your glory; the stars shine with lonely light when you tear yourself apart to make the power overflow."

"You are not sure what you will use it for, so you choose to throw it aside; you know yourself better than anyone, and I have also doubted myself like you."

Yoshikage Kira raised his hand, and white sand flowed around his fingers, just like some kind of living, intelligent entity.

As soon as this thought arose, it was abandoned by Him.

"It is not an entity, because an entity should have some personality, but this guy doesn't have it at all."

"It has no goals, its behavior contains no deep meaning, so there is no warning to be found."

"It has no feelings, so it has no desires. Not for revenge, not for rule, not for freedom, not even for simple power."

"No, if I have to use a word to describe it, I want to call it... 'Missing,' in a place of nothingness. Aimless."

"Blind power lacking all will. 'Missing'."

Yoshikage Kira said to himself.

Subsequently, He walked toward the door of the containment room.

Behind Him, the fake room that bound Yoshikage Kira to the past was also collapsing inch by inch.

Everything around Yoshikage Kira was collapsing into white sand, and the door of the containment room was no exception.

The moment the containment measures failed, shrill alarm sounds rang throughout Site-17.

At first, no one realized what this meant, thinking it was just a small containment breach event.

Especially when they found that the one breaking containment was only "SCP-1915."

There was only a thick sense of security in their hearts.

"SCP-1915," an unsuccessful reality bender, had accidentally caused the death of Level 4 Agent Robert, but since containment, had never shown any attack ability.

The only thing he could do was to transform the surrounding environment into everything he was familiar with; this was a manifestation of refusing external changes, representing that this reality bender was extremely introverted.

This time, it only needed patient guidance for "SCP-1915" to return to its containment room.

It didn't even need to dispatch security personnel.

Send a D-class personnel, let him disguise as a property management person, and this matter could be handled very well.

In Site-17, the site Director thought so, and the doctor responsible for "SCP-1915" also thought so.

"Turn off the alarm, a false alarm."

The Director took out a handkerchief, wiped his sweat, and greeted others to turn off the alarm.

But before the order was executed, the exclamation of the staff was heard.

He looked closely.

Only to see in the picture.

Security personnel were Actions Actions Taken by invisible power and lifted into the air, all struggles were of no avail.

And a moment later, their bodies were thrown against the wall and flattened into thin pancakes.

At the end of the surveillance screen, a figure was clustered by white sand, walking slowly forward.

It was "SCP-1915."