Chapter 4

But in the hands of that Old Man, the Voidrangers were just mud to be molded at will!

It was completely immortal and had black liquid that corroded everything... She didn't want to get that stuff on her!

At this moment.

How many uninvited guests were there inside the Herta Space Station?

In that corner where no one noticed.

A graceful figure was walking with an elegant cat-like gait.

Slowly moving toward the interior of the space station.

It was none other than the Astral Express's arch-nemesis, the Stellaron Hunter, Kafka!

Not long ago.

Herta Space Station, an insignificant cabin.

The piano music of "Canon" was soothing and elegant, and Kafka acted as the orchestra conductor, keeping the beat.

"Boom!"

The sudden explosion interrupted this leisure.

But she wasn't annoyed.

She just opened her wine-red eyes as usual.

Arrogance mixed with a hint of playfulness, mockery mixed with a hint of frivolity.

Immediately after, a light screen unfolded in front of her.

It was a communication from Silver Wolf.

Only.

Even the light screen had a strange symbol on it.

Kafka mocked herself:

"Perhaps I didn't come at the right time."

Silver Wolf:

"No, you came at exactly the right time."

"However, Kafka, I have to tell you some bad news."

Kafka frowned:

"Oh?"

"As an interstellar wanted criminal, what worse news could there be?"

But the news that followed was truly explosive.

"A super-faction that never appeared in Elio's script is broadcasting to the entire universe."

"Their starship was just crashed into the space station by a Doomsday Beast."

"Some kind of strange object transported in the starship has escaped containment, and I think the danger level of that object is no lower than a Stellaron."

"By the way, that faction calls itself the Foundation, and that object is called SCP-106 by them."

Kafka's red lips parted slightly, somewhat incredulous.

The development of events exceeded the script...

How is this possible?

The script written by Elio cannot be wrong.

Elio was the leader of the Stellaron Hunters, a person who could see destiny, choose the direction of destiny's development, and write scripts.

He called himself "the slave of destiny."

Since following Elio, all their actions as Stellaron Hunters had been carried out precisely according to the script, and even interference factors could be easily eliminated.

But why...

A faction capable of broadcasting to the entire universe was no longer a small character that could be ignored.

Either this faction's technological level was unparalleled in the universe, or it possessed extraordinary power that even Aeons could hardly reach.

Why didn't Elio see "it"?

Could there be some kind of Path power that could resist destiny?

Or, was there simply no need to worry about this faction, and they just needed to act according to the script?

Kafka was somewhat puzzled.

Silver Wolf's voice continued.

"There's another piece of bad news, Kafka."

"We don't have much time left to move freely."

"That thing called a containment item is moving toward the Curio Collection Room."

"I'm afraid it has the same goal as us."

"A Stellaron..." Kafka sighed; this was the first time she had encountered such a situation.

Her mood was somewhat bad.

"The mission today was already boring enough, just to 'put in' the target."

"Now there's another spoiler."

A few minutes later, on the other side.

March 7th and Dan Heng were covering the evacuation of personnel in the space station.

Just then, they received a very suspicious message.

[In the Curio Collection Room of the Herta Space Station, a young girl in a coma is waiting for rescue.]

The message also included a photo.

In the photo, a quiet and cute-looking girl was lying on the ground, unconscious.

Unfortunately.

The path of [SCP-106] happened to be the Curio Collection Room of the Herta Space Station.

But out of the mentality of saving whoever they could, the two of them headed there.

Along the way.

The closer they got to the area where [SCP-106] was, the more March 7th and Dan Heng felt a fear originating from the depths of their souls.

There were fallen Voidrangers everywhere.

They were mixed with the corpses of the staff.

Although they weren't dead yet, their situation was not much better than being dead.

Either they were missing arms or legs, with large holes corroded in their chests and abdomens.

Or their entire shells were shattered, revealing their shriveled insides.

Anyone who didn't know better would think it was a scene from a horror movie.

March 7th was a bit scared now, and even her voice had a tremor.

"Although I should be happy to see them have bad luck, I can't be happy at all right now..."

Although they weren't Voidrangers, they had similar humanoid forms.

This gave her a sense of illusory pain.

But what she and Dan Heng completely did not anticipate was.

The two of them had already appeared in the live stream.

Just behind the next automatic door.

The Old Man "stood" on the vertical wall in a posture that defied the laws of physics.

Just like a spider crawling on a web.

Ready to launch an attack at any time.

"Don't go over there, absolutely don't go over there! If you go over, you won't come back!"

"Run, hurry up and run, don't go that way, run!"

"Why?! Why?! Why is there such a monster!! Why does the monster know how to set an ambush? Is today our doomsday?"

"I understand, death is the destination of all living things, and destruction is the truth of the world."

Welt Yang and Himeko saw the danger, but they couldn't contact the two at all.

The other party's signal was completely blocked.

It seemed that there was a strange power around that eerie containment item that could cut off all communication.

Even the broadcast signal inside the space station couldn't reach there.

The only thing the two could do now was to cross the entire space station at the fastest speed and stop them.

March 7th and Dan Heng were cautious.

Not missing any blind spots, not missing any corners.

Fearing that one moment of negligence would lead them to follow in the footsteps of the Voidrangers.

But even so, with every step she took, March 7th felt her heart skip a beat.

And the scene before her eyes...

Except for the fact that this was indeed the space station...

Nothing else matched the characteristics the space station should have.

It wouldn't be an exaggeration to call it the Otherworld from "Silent Hill."

Terrifying!

Oppressive!

The lighting system had been destroyed, and the corridor was pitch black.

In the area illuminated by the searchlight...

The mottled walls were a reddish-brown, not knowing if it was blood or rust, mixed with peeling wall skin.

Occasionally.

One could also see black slime merging with the darkness.

If March 7th had another chance to choose, she would definitely bring more equipment before coming here to save people.

It's too scary!

I don't want to play anymore!

In the image.

Just as the two were about to unlock the passage door.

They saw.

The Old Man's figure slowly merged into the wall and disappeared.

"!"

The audience's hearts were squeezed tight.

This was the ability clearly recorded in the file for the Old Man to travel through solid matter!

The air seemed to have solidified.

March 7th: "Dan Heng, no target found ahead."

Dan Heng: "Stay alert, we cannot guarantee that the files provided by the Foundation cover all the information about the containment item."

Just as the two confirmed that this cabin section was safe.

They didn't notice.

Behind them, in the place where no light shone.

A pair of rotting hands, covered in black slime, slowly emerged from the ground, reaching for March 7th's clean ankles.

Watching March 7th about to fall victim to the poison hand.

Himeko gripped the communicator tightly, running at full speed while shouting:

"Look behind you! Look behind you!"

The response received.

Was only static.

In the image.

The Old Man launched an attack.

At the critical moment, Dan Heng pushed March 7th away, causing the Old Man's attack to miss.

"Ouch!"

March 7th was stunned at first, then reacted to what had happened.

Subsequently, she saw the Old Man's highly decayed face.

"Dan Heng, save me!"

Saying this, she leaped out, pulled out an ice arrow, and shot it at the Old Man.

The ice arrow shattered in mid-air, turning into countless ice particles, staining a large area with frost white, intending to freeze the Old Man along with it.

But it failed.

The Old Man's rotting flesh was frozen, but it still sank into the floor.

Dan Heng thrust his spear, prying open the floor, but found nothing.

Just as the two were on alert, two rotting palms emerged from the ceiling, aiming straight for their heads.

The two, who were already prepared, barely dodged this blow, but then saw the Old Man's body pounce from above, "merging" into the floor once again.

Just like diving into water.

"Damn it!"

March 7th gritted her teeth, her face turning pale.

If the Old Man were allowed to continue like this, wouldn't the entire space station become its nest?!

In the darkness, the Old Man's lip-less smile appeared on the cabin wall, and the moment it was illuminated, it suddenly disappeared.

In the next moment, the Old Man appeared on the other side; Dan Heng's spear thrust like a dragon, but it still missed.

The other party was clearly playing a cat-and-mouse game.

Just as she was feeling somewhat desperate.

"Duang!"

A drop pod pierced through the ceiling of the corridor from top to bottom.

The powerful impact force forcibly shook the three of them aside.

March 7th, Dan Heng: "?"

Immediately after, a beam of light shot out from it, piercing through the Old Man's skull.

Next, the chest, the abdomen.

The sudden heavy damage finally deprived the Old Man of part of its mobility.

March 7th felt a joy in her heart.

She saw three warriors dressed like tin cans walk out of it.

They were tall and wore uniform power armor.

On each person's shoulder armor was the Foundation logo!

At the same time, on the other side of the universe.

A voice also sounded in Bai Bai Xuan's mind.

[SCP-106 successfully recovered!]

[System reward issued!]