Chapter 427

【The difference is that all life activities, whether biological or non-biological, including all sentient entities, machines, computers, etc., "life-like" phenomena, all stopped in "Anomaly-2935" on ▇▇, 20▇.】

【From the information collected by the Mobile Task Force that first entered "Anomaly-2935" for detection, all life forms in "Anomaly-2935" died without warning between 03:00-04:00 EST, and the cause is still undetermined.】

"Ah? All life in an entire world is gone?"

Herta stared blankly at the screen in front of her, her purple eyes full of surprise.

However, this time, it was not the Herta puppet that spoke.

It was Herta's main body.

She had a beautiful face with deep features, brown hair draped over her shoulders, a swan-like neck, the color of white snow, and a cold and sharp expression.

Whether it was her gaze, expression, or exquisite features, they were no different from the holographic photo in Herta's office.

Her beautiful face quickly returned to calm, as if nothing had happened:

"Forget it, there's no need to be surprised; the universe has been destroyed I don't know how many times—this time, it's just that all life is dead, it's no big deal."

The Foundation, in a special way, once again demonstrated the bizarre absurdity of this universe, and this grotesqueness seems to far exceed what she imagined.

Herta has realized that from the Foundation's perspective, planets, the universe, and even the multiverse have been destroyed I don't know how many times.

She shouldn't be surprised by this, otherwise, her whole body and mind would be changed by the Foundation, becoming an automatic shock machine.

"Speaking of which, would I still exist in that world?"

It was not just Herta who was shocked by the Foundation's archives.

Rather, even Herta, this knowledgeable, well-informed, and battle-hardened "Erudition" Arbiter, felt shocked.

Let alone the common people.

Their reactions were naturally intense.

"Why is the world destroyed again? The Foundation, anomalies, and world destruction just can't get past each other, right?"

"I don't know what to say anymore; first the home planet was destroyed in various ways, 'Deus Ex Machina' was forced to work overtime, and 'The Unclean' ravaged parallel universes, supreme divinities destroyed everything, and now there is another unknown disaster that only targets life."

"This shouldn't be... what kind of thing can kill even machines and computers? Shouldn't it be that plants, animals, and microorganisms were all killed, and then machines and computers became unusable because of power failure?"

"... No, the Foundation has never misused rhetorical devices in the archives. It is very likely that these inorganic objects were also killed, killed conceptually—although the mechanical structure is intact, it cannot operate; all parts in the computer are fine, but it cannot be turned on, and even if parts are replaced, it cannot be used."

"According to the analysis of the brother in front, I'm afraid this world's Foundation offended some supreme divinity and was killed entirely from the conceptual level."

"But if you say that, the only one who can do this is probably that lord."

"Yes, only that lord."

"Which lord? Can you be more specific?"

"The supreme existence that holds all concepts of death—'The Three Brothers of Death'."

When the audience was discussing intensely and guessing constantly, the archive on the screen quietly faded away.

What was displayed next were several photos.

The first photo was mediocre.

Just a landscape photo.

It's just that the chosen landscape location was a cemetery, corresponding to the cemetery mentioned in the archive.

This cemetery was very dilapidated, the iron fence was severely rusted, and the weak structure only had sporadic iron wires left.

The tombstones were old, and the names and words on the stones were covered by weathering and moss, almost unrecognizable.

Some tombstones had collapsed, lying quietly on the ground, as if they were sleeping.

Warm sunlight was cast from the high sky, cut into pieces by the lush branches and leaves, permeating the rusty railings and white stones.

The second photo was still this cemetery.

It's just that there were many construction machines next to the cemetery, digging up a large piece of the surface.

Beneath the surface, a huge cave made of limestone tunnels stretched into the distance, with no end in sight.

The third, and last photo.

It was clearly taken indoors.

This room was clearly not prepared for humans, or rather, normal humans.

The walls and ceiling were all white, and the floor was covered with a layer of stainless steel.

There was only a huge metal cube in the room, standing in the central area.

There was no other furniture.

Except for some psychologically perverted rich people, only the Foundation's containment room would be so unique.

And in front of the metal cube, a huge figure was lying.

Its head was white, its body was dark brown, and it had hair-like tissue on its neck and parts of its back.

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It was "SCP-682".

It's just that, at this time, Grandpa 682 had long since lost its former prestige.

It lay on the ground without moving, its upper and lower jaws separated powerlessly, its tongue paralyzed on the ground, all eight eyes closed, and its limbs and tail were also soft.

In addition, there were large areas of corrosion on its body, and under the missing skin, the flesh was somewhat gray and white, losing its color.

"SCP-682" was dead.

The audience was all stunned.

"How is this possible? Isn't it 'immortal'?"

"Correcting, not only 'immortal', but also has the ability of infinite evolution and infinite adaptation."

"It's over; since Grandpa 682, who is 'immortal', has suffered, I'm afraid no one in this universe can survive..."

"emmmm... don't know how Dr. Bright's 'immortality' is doing; someone will always tell the story of this disaster, right? Even if 'Deus Ex Machina' restarts the world, someone will survive."

The audience couldn't believe that "Anomaly-682", which appeared very early and has always been popular, actually died.

"Ah?"

Herta broke her composure again.

She felt that the Foundation was targeting her, always trying to provoke her mood in various ways.

She admitted that the Foundation won.

"Isn't this big lizard impossible for the Foundation to kill no matter what? Even when that little girl Zhao Zena used 200% of her power, she only beat it to near death..."

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Herta recalled information related to "SCP-682", it had eaten the "Antimatter Legion" in the space station, and interacted with other anomalies.

She discovered a problem.

The Foundation wanted to kill it, had a considerable number of reality benders under its command, and even divinities could be driven, but failed to do so.

Herta's expression was slightly strange, and she looked at 682's corpse again:

"What exactly happened, that even it couldn't escape?"

Amidst Herta's questions, the screen fell into a brief darkness.

When the scene switched, the white noise of current sounded—

"Zzz, zzz..."

Subsequently, the screen lit up,

Appearing on the screen was a communication room.

There were many instruments in the room, and many operators were sitting in front of them, working hard.

On their chests, they all wore badges.

A circle and three inward-pointing arrows explained their identity.

This is the Foundation, and they are employees working for the Foundation.

Suddenly, a human voice sounded in the monitoring headset:

"This is an automatic emergency broadcast from the Foundation and your national government."

This voice sounded very strange, without emotion, without cadence, calmer than AI voice, and less like a person.

The young staff member frowned, instinctively picked up the microphone, and replied calmly:

"This is Site-81, please respond if you hear me."

"Repeating, this is Site-81, please respond if you hear me."

Same as what was learned during orientation training, no difference.

But the other party did not hear his words, and just continued to speak coldly and steadily:

"... One or more of our sites have lost contact, which may be caused by a containment breach of unknown scale."