Chapter 50: A Dream, Red Sea Object [Data Requested!]

Michael had a dream.

A helpless and terrifying nightmare.

In a world full of humanoid monsters, he was cruelly killed, and even his liver was Actions Actions Taken out.

His spirit floated in mid-air, without consciousness, with nowhere to go.

And around him, there were many weeping spirits.

They were flying toward a place more distant than the sky.

That was a warm, quiet, and peaceful world.

Until a hopping little bear gentleman came here.

The little bear gentleman stuffed a sewn liver into his body, and the pure white angel sutured his broken body.

Then, the little bear gentleman went to the side of another sleeping person, sewed colorful organs, and put them into his body.

Not long after, a light bridge extended from the infinite distance, and an elegantly dressed uncle picked up the little bear gentleman.

Subsequently, the dream woke up.

"I am...?"

The white light was a bit dazzling.

Michael opened his eyes, staring blankly at the ceiling, his nasal cavity full of the smell of disinfectant, and the sound of ventilators and the "beep" of instruments in his ears.

"Doctor! Doctor! The patient in bed 04 is awake!"

This is a hospital room? ...Oh, right, I remember, Antimatter Legion... hiss... ===== CHAPTER 97 =====

Michael only felt a swelling pain in his head.

Then, an unprecedented severe pain swept through his whole body.

Besides that, there were several places on his body that were painful and numb, unbearable.

He gritted his teeth, wanting to endure this strange feeling, but his body couldn't stop wanting to pull out the foreign object in his body.

—That was where the wound was sutured.

Just then.

"Don't get excited, you're still very weak."

A doctor walked over quickly, looked at Michael's complexion twice, and after scanning all the instruments, he felt relieved.

His voice was gentle, and he urged:

"Bear with it for now, I'll give you painkillers immediately, but this medicine is addictive and cannot be used all the time."

"Other conditions are quite good, you can sleep now if you can, it's convenient for the wound to heal."

"Rest well and recover soon."

After speaking, he turned and prepared to leave.

Just then, Michael called out to the doctor and asked about the bear gentleman in his dream.

Telling what he saw in his dream, he asked again:

"Do I really have a liver sewn from cloth now?"

The doctor was silent for a moment, and finally nodded, admitting this absurd-sounding statement:

"Yes, it was sewn by a doll bear himself."

"However, you don't need to worry, the new liver is in good condition."

Who knew, Michael became extremely excited.

Although weak, he still cheered gently:

"Cool!"

He blinked his eyes, full of innocence and curiosity.

"Uncle Doctor, where did Little Bear Gentleman go?"

The doctor pondered for a moment and told the magical event that happened not long ago.

More than an hour ago.

After "SCP-2295" finished sewing organs for the last wounded person, it lay on the chair in the medical room.

It looked like it was asleep.

Not long after.

A bright spot of light appeared in front of the medical room door.

This spot of light gradually expanded, expanding into a tunnel that could accommodate a car.

An elegant, well-dressed, but slightly short gentleman passed through the tunnel and came before everyone.

He looked like a butler.

He called himself Mr. "Deeds," and at the request of the Foundation's administrator, he came to recover "SCP-2295," the Bear with a Stitched Heart.

To prove that what he said was true, he also showed a medal engraved with the Foundation's logo, the edges of which were already worn.

Mr. "Deeds" picked up an empty gift box from behind him; the outside was a shiny collage pattern, the same style as the doll bear's appearance.

Mr. "Deeds" showed a polite smile and beckoned to the little bear:

"There are still many people in the world who will need your help."

After speaking, he picked up the doll bear and placed it in the box.

After closing the lid, Mr. "Deeds" disappeared into the tunnel with it.

Afterwards, Michael woke up.

Luofu Luofu Xianzhou Luofu.

Jing Jing Yuan put down the book in his hand and looked at the screen above the sky.

In the picture, the wounded who had received treatment from "SCP-2295" woke up one after another.

The few with the lightest injuries had already begun to test their new bodies.

They were amazed to find.

The cloth torso replaced on their bodies not only had a sense of touch but was also indistinguishable in function from the original.

As long as they could ignore their material and obviously wrong color.

And that wounded person whose foot was cut off.

Was standing up tremblingly with the help of a nurse, afraid that the cloth foot couldn't bear the weight of his body, making him fall.

But as he stood up and took the first step.

He was surprised to find that this foot sewn from cloth.

Although it felt soft to the touch, it was really no different from a normal foot when used!

He smiled.

Not just him.

All the wounded who received treatment from "SCP-2295" showed joy from the bottom of their hearts.

Until this moment, Jing Jing Yuan finally believed.

That SCP named "SCP-2295" was really as good as described in the Foundation's files.

And it didn't contain any terrible curse.

Nothing else.

The selflessness, altruism, and healing shown by "SCP-2295" made Jing Jing Yuan have to think more.

Because this coincided with the philosophy of the "Abundance" Path.

"Abundance" is the Path presided over by the Aeon "Yaoshi."

And their relationship with the Aeon "Yaoshi" of "Abundance" couldn't be said to be very good, at least it was an endless struggle.

"If one were to pick up the faith in 'Abundance' again, one could gain the ability to regrow severed limbs and not die from serious injuries."

"How many conflicts would be staged on the Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, and how many struggles would there be?"

Jing Jing Yuan muttered.

Jarilo-VI.

Clara watched the wounded get better one by one, and a happy and joyful smile couldn't help but appear on her young face.

Only.

I wonder if there will be a similar SCP that can appear in her world one day?

Most of the people in the Underworld suffer from various diseases; if it were Bear Gentleman, he could replace everyone's diseased organs and let everyone recover.

In this way, everyone could hold on a little longer, right?

And that Mr. "Deeds" said, "There are still many others in the world who will need your help."

I will definitely be able to see that cute doll bear in the future!

Herta Space Station, Herta's office.

Stelle's consciousness just exited from the "Simulated Universe," and she heard Herta ask:

"How is it? Is the 'Simulated Universe' fun?"

"Since it's successful, I have to tell Stephen quickly—Stelle, don't just stand there, go in and wander around again."

Seeing Stelle wake up, March 7th ran over excitedly and asked about her feelings in the "Simulated Universe."

As for Bai Bai Xuan, he found a place to sit and receive the system rewards.

[SCP-2295 recovered successfully!]

[System reward issued!]

[Ding! You have officially acquired "SCP-662," the Butler's Bell. Although Mr. Deeds will not hold a grudge and will not truly die, please maintain some basic empathy and humanity.]

[Ding! You have added the "High-Speed Regeneration" trait; you are one step closer to the legendary miracle medicine that can "bring the dead back to life and regrow flesh and bones." You should sit in the position of the Aeon of "Abundance."]

[Now, you may prepare to deploy the next SCP.]