Chapter 213: The end of the story, system reward [Please subscribe!]

The beginning of chaos ended in an equally chaotic conclusion.

The initiator of the chaos also met an equally chaotic end.

However.

Regardless of whether the audience were humanoid races or slimes, and whether their lives were going well or not, they hadn't recovered from this ending that held no surprises.

One of the Foundation's four apocalyptic doctors, Dr. Kondraki, a ruthless man who nearly killed a vampire with a combo, a superman who rode the "Hard-to-Destroy Reptile," a character who should have been legendary.

Just like that, eaten by the "Hard-to-Destroy Reptile"?

Swallowed in one gulp.

Without even making a single effective counterattack?

Just because he wanted to execute a vampire that seemed to have no harm?!

Looking at it from today's perspective, the Foundation would rather execute this vampire than execute Fernand; could it be because some O5 is Fernand's illegitimate child?

Immediately, some audience members questioned:

"Is all of this really worth it?"

"Although I think Dr. Kondraki made the whole base a mess, is there something wrong with the Foundation's procedure for executing SCPs?"

"Is there a possibility that the 'Hard-to-Destroy Reptile' ate the 'SCP-408' illusion butterfly?"

"Dr. Kondraki definitely didn't die; did everyone forget what Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright said yesterday?"

"But that was just a joke between Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright; maybe it was just this joke that touched Dr. Bright."

……

Jarilo-VI.

"Mr. Svarog, has this doctor uncle really been killed?"

Clara's expression was a bit anxious.

Dr. Kondraki was like those heroes in storybooks; although his personality might be a bit bad, he was full of wisdom and his combat power was quite good.

In stories, shouldn't such characters defeat the demon king, marry the princess, and live happily ever after?

The big robot remained silent for a moment before giving his answer:

"Clara, it is very difficult for him to survive."

"In the distant past, many creatures of huge size lived on Jarilo-VI, and they could directly swallow animals smaller than themselves."

"When these small animals were eaten, they would soon perish under stomach acid, lack of oxygen, and the pressure of the stomach."

Getting such a result, Clara was a bit disappointed.

But there was nothing she could do.

This story not only happened in the distant past but also on the other side of the starry sky, infinitely far away.

She was just a listener of the story, not a participant, and certainly not the writer.

……

The scene shifted to outside the base.

The ground was in chaos.

Fully armed soldiers, researchers in white robes, logistics personnel in blue-green clothes, and medical staff in white clothes were moving in a hurry with tense expressions.

Various precious facilities were piled up haphazardly, and dangerous chemical reagents were spread on the ground.

The surroundings were piled with various huge metal boxes.

Inside them were SCPs, with danger levels of Safe and Euclid, while the more dangerous Keter were still in the underground base.

"A little to the left! A little more to the left!"

Helicopters kept flying from afar, lifting containment units and taking them to temporary containment sites.

The entire area was under high alert, with armored vehicles, tanks, armed helicopters, and other equipment constantly patrolling the route.

They were on high alert against potential Chaos Insurgents.

And in a temporary lounge, two researchers in white coats were taking a break, blowing the air conditioning to cool off.

At this moment, they were using the computer screen in front of them to check the situation inside the base through the base's monitoring system.

A moment later, one began to wail:

"My god, why does he always mess things up?"

Let's call him Dr. A for now.

The other sighed, his eyebrows furrowed into a canyon.

Mark him as Dr. B.

Regarding the scene inside the base that looked like it had been hit by the US military, Dr. B only felt his heart was being cut by a knife:

"I don't know. This thing has a delay; by now, he might have razed the entire base... Is he riding 682?!"

Dr. A slammed the table, wishing he could point at the idiot's nose on the screen and wipe his spit on his face!

"I can't believe we work for a guy like this. I kind of want to go and call him an idiot and then quit!"

Just then, the door behind them was pushed open, and a person with somewhat tattered clothes walked in, seeming very familiar with the place.

"What are you looking at?"

When the person's face fully appeared on the screen, the audience was stunned.

He wore a director's hat, his clothes were somewhat damaged, and the wound on his abdomen hadn't fully healed.

Who else could it be but Dr. Kondraki.

Wasn't he killed in the fight with the "Hard-to-Destroy Reptile"?

Dr. A didn't turn back at all, just stared at the screen, venting his emotions:

"Nothing, just our boss destroying one of the Foundation's largest bases. Can you believe it? He's doing exactly that."

He hadn't been convinced by Dr. Kondraki in the first place!

This idiot, now he's going to destroy the whole base; wait for the punishment!

No, he'll be directly sentenced to D-class personnel and thrown to feed "SCP-682"!

Dr. Kondraki straightened his hat and couldn't help but clap his hands:

"Impressive, impressive!"

Dr. B's face turned pale.

He glanced at his friend from the corner of his eye, only to see the other person constantly switching monitoring perspectives, watching how Dr. Kondraki manipulated the "Hard-to-Destroy Reptile" to destroy everything, and was immersed in it.

But he himself was no fool.

The moment Dr. Kondraki appeared, he had already sensed the identity of the person who had arrived and took the initiative to remain silent.

He bumped Dr. A with his knee, trying to save his life:

"Buddy... don't say anything more."

Dr. A ignored him and sneered:

"It's fine, as if he could know it was me who said it."

"If he knew, I'd personally do it before he punished me..."

As he spoke, Dr. A turned around, intending to express his high opinion to the other listener.

Almost at the same time, he saw the full appearance of the person who had arrived, saw him wearing a director's hat, wearing a tattered white coat, and the wounds on his body hadn't fully healed.

This person, it seems he was just riding on "SCP-682"...

And then he froze.

Facing Dr. Kondraki's kind smile, Dr. A's neck moved stiffly, like an antique that had been rusted for a thousand years, looking at Dr. B on the side.

But the latter had long been sitting upright, his back straight, meticulously flipping through the materials in front of him.

"……" ===== CHAPTER 215 =====