Chapter 175: Site-17 Buried in White Sand

"Holy crap?! Awakened just like that! Won't say more, going to the toilet to awaken now."

"You better really be going to awaken."

"If I didn't know in advance that the 'Missing Thing' eventually destroyed the entire world, I would still think this outfit is quite handsome... but He seems to have relatively extreme violent tendencies, killing everyone He sees; His personality is completely different from the previous two."

"'God' was right; when reality benders evolve to a relatively high stage, they become less like humans; this supernatural ability becomes their amplifier... for those reality benders with defects in their personalities, this is just the power for them to take revenge on society."

"Understandable; after studying and working all day, what people think about in their brains is either how to kill their boss or hoping the entire universe will be destroyed soon."

"About the same; once I go to work and see my boss, my first thought is to just blow up with him."

"Don't, I work in the Divination Commission; no matter how strict Lady Fu is, I will go out to play 'Celestial Jade' according to the method; the so-called 'the house is on fire and I take photos, life is a mess and I sleep' is my attitude toward life."

"..."

The audience's discussion direction gradually went off track, as if the security personnel who had just died did not exist.

However, this was a death that could not cause any touch for the audience.

For the Foundation staff at that time, it was like a death knell.

In the picture, inside the site codenamed Site-17.

The Director could not even control his thoughts, let alone his torso and limbs, only his chin trembling, making meaningless sounds.

"Ha... ah..."

He was incredibly sure that what was on the surveillance screen was "SCP-1915," that unsuccessful reality bender.

But...

Why would it be like this...

Didn't he say he couldn't actively twist reality...

The Director's pupils kept trembling, his heart uncontrollably anxious.

A reality bender who had been tested repeatedly and determined to be "harmless" by several doctors.

Broke containment and slaughtered all security personnel.

The contrast before and after "SCP-1915" was so huge that the Director felt reality was a bit absurd.

It was not just the Director who was surprised; all the Foundation staff in the office were dumbfounded.

In the corridor.

"SCP-1915," draped in sand clothes, seemed to feel the emotions of the Site-17 staff, raised his head, and his blue eyes were particularly clear in the blurred picture.

Extremely indifferent.

Then, a touch of white sand appeared on the surveillance screen, followed by the entire screen being completely lost.

At the same time, the impatient alarm sound stopped, coincidentally.

Suddenly, the entire room fell into deathly silence.

A few seconds later, the door was pushed open, and a researcher in a white lab coat hummed a song, walked in with leisurely steps, and sat down.

That song had a certain age, the tune was very beautiful, and even the audience of non-human races could feel the happy mood in it.

But, this made the already condensed air even heavier.

He did not notice the anomaly at all and said to himself:

"Hoo~ finally turned off this damn alarm..."

He skillfully opened the document and started working in a pretentious manner, while his heart looked forward to what to eat for dinner.

As soon as the words fell, he felt a sense of unease.

Turning around to look, he saw his boss and colleagues looking at him, saying nothing, as if they were praying before a meal.

"Why are you looking at me?"

The Director was suddenly furious, walked two steps quickly, kicked over his office chair, and roared:

"Hurry up and turn on the alarm for me, highest level, fast!"

Subsequently, he looked at other staff members angrily and roared:

"What are you all stunned for, call for support! Full alert!"

In fact, without the Director's order, the security forces stationed in Site-17 would take the initiative to deal with containment breach events.

Leave professional matters to professional people—

Security personnel are responsible for cleaning up unstable factors;

Researchers are responsible for discovering the secrets of containments;

D-class personnel are responsible for being consumables.

Each performs its own duties, and the order is clear.

In the corridor, the sound of mechanical parts and the opening and closing of airtight doors rang out constantly.

Uneasy red light flickered, and the security forces assembled in a hurry; they were fully armed, wearing heavy but agile black exoskeletons, holding Gauss rifles in both hands.

At the end of each team, there was one person carrying a heavy Scranton Reality Anchor.

"Hume index anomaly detected, has exceeded the limit of Level 5 reality benders!"

"That is the Great Perfection realm of divinity peak, only half a step away from supreme divinity."

"Initiate the combat plan against divinity!"

"Brothers, are you ready to kill a god?"

The leading captain took a deep breath, leaned against the cold wall, and the faint light of the Scranton Reality Anchor starting illuminated half of his body; he was doing pre-war mobilization.

Other personnel following closely also took their positions quickly, the flashlight under the muzzle emitting white light, concentrated at the end of the road.

The airtight door closed and locked.

Only one of them and the monster could walk out alive.

Site-17's security personnel and Delta-17 special task force lined up in a uniform shooting posture, aiming their muzzles precisely forward.

There, red light flickered constantly, as if blood had been painted all over the walls.

In the white light, the screams turned and disappeared, and the rustling sound of flowing sand overlapped, like the roar of a tsunami.

The Foundation's containment sites were all buildings more tenacious than permanent fortifications, and there would be no problems even if hit directly by howitzers.

Even so, the wall at the end of the corridor collapsed suddenly, and in the terrified and surprised eyes of everyone, it turned into white sand.

That white sand seemed to be the main body.

Could "SCP-1915" be a divinity capable of assimilating matter into white sand?

The captain guessed so.

His guess had a certain rationality, but unfortunately, he was wrong.

However, even if he were correct, it would be of no avail.

The moment Yoshikage Kira's figure appeared, the captain pulled the trigger sharply, and he and his team members shot wildly at that divinity.

The charging sound rang out and fell.

Wave after wave.

"Is it effective?"

The captain looked at the team member beside him; as soon as he asked, he saw the latter's body climbed by white sand, instantly collapsing and exploding, scattering into white sand all over the ground.

Even the Scranton Reality Anchor, the big killer that had always been effective against anomalies, turned into a pile of white sand.

"How..."

His lips moved, realizing a certain terrible possibility.

That possibility had never been imagined by anyone, and no one would believe it.

Once the answer was revealed, all of humanity would welcome death and destruction in despair; it would be better to be an ostrich burying its head in the sand and muddling through.

He raised his muzzle, poured out the last ammunition, and watched the white sand surge over, swallowing himself.

In the moment his consciousness dissipated, the captain saw "SCP-1915," the man with blonde hair and blue eyes.

White sand clustered around Him, as if serving a master.

The only consolation was that He was not unscathed; parts of His body appeared missing, empty.

Yoshikage Kira glanced at the collapsed humanoid, looked around, and stopped walking.

"My god... can't kill, can't beat, can't escape; the boss design of this game is a bit too much."

"Why did he stop? Could it be that his conscience was discovered?"

"Probably not... 'God' has already announced the ending of this story; what happened in the past will not be tampered with, so, no matter what, the universe will be destroyed."

"Maybe he just awakened the power and is not yet accustomed to it...?"

Just when the audience thought he was going to stop there.

An unspeakable fluctuation erupted in an instant.

Site-17 turned into a white sea of sand in an instant.

Corridors, containment rooms, offices, D-class personnel, researchers, and even containments were assimilated and swallowed by "Missing."

Turning into a pile of white sand.

A certain sound of steel twisting and collapsing followed, and the sound of the building collapsing also came together.

"Hello, did you hear any sound?"

A pedestrian stopped, politely called a passerby, a bit puzzled.

The Foundation had disguised Site-17 as an office building.

At this time, it was the period when people were coming and going on the street and traffic was busy.

The busy office workers were very unfamiliar with this kind of sound.

But when they saw a skyscraper collapse, they exclaimed.

The supreme divinity, "Missing Thing," used the destruction of an entire Foundation site to kick off the prelude to this massacre.