Chapter 580

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The Luofu Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, Scalegorge Waterscape.

The sky-piercing "Ambrosial Arbor" blots out the sun and sky, and the sea and the horizon merge into a dim darkness.

Waves rise and fall on the sea, and the cold wind rolls back, carrying the salty, damp smell of seawater and a biting chill.

As the tide rises and falls, Dan Heng walks on the waves, drifting across the ocean from afar; his cyan eyes reflect the land that is getting closer and closer, but on it, there are also two increasingly clear figures.

A man and a woman; the man stands holding his sword, eyes slightly closed; the woman has a smile on her face, her gaze piercing through the waves and stabbing straight over.

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"Blade, and Kafka too..." Dan Heng recognized the two.

If March 7th and "Stelle" were here, they would at least have to ask Kafka if she carries a makeup kit with her at all times?

Running all the way from the "Matrix of Prescience" to the "Scalegorge Waterscape," she didn't forget to put on colored contacts and do her makeup; it seems that a bare face is her natural enemy.

Dan Heng doesn't know these details; he only knows that the "Stellaron Hunters" appearing here should be part of the script.

Just as Bai Bai Xuan told him, this is part of the plan.

He already knows the general direction of the subsequent plot:

He will have a conversation with Blade—the reborn Yingxing—;

At this time, Jing Jing Yuan's disciple will come to arrest the accomplice, but Blade will force him to reveal his Vidyadhara true form and point out that he is the wanted Vidyadhara criminal "Imbibitor Lunae";

Subsequently, Seeing Seeing Yanqing, who was educated by Master Master Jingliu before, will fight three people at once;

Until Jing Jing Yuan appears, this farce will finally come to an end.

In the end, the core of this play in Elio's script is—Jing Jing Yuan comes forward, letting Dan Heng no longer resist the power of the "High Elder" in his body, and then participate in a major event together.

As for what major event, Bai Bai Xuan said at the time that he hadn't thought about it yet.

Other parts—whether it's him having a fight with Blade to vent the resentment of hundreds of years, or taking down the arrogance of Jing Jing Yuan's disciple—are all incidental parts.

It's just that the above content is only established under the condition that no one interferes.

But from the moment Bai Bai Xuan boarded the train, gave him the "Lance of Longinus," and smiled and said he wanted to help him cut off the sins of his past life.

Elio's script, if not torn to pieces, can only be said to have been changed so much that even he himself wouldn't recognize it.

Seeing Blade at this moment, Dan Heng no longer has the irritability and panic of being chased all the way, only a little surprise that the "Slave of Destiny" didn't adjust the script.

Is this the tacit understanding between him and Bai Bai Xuan, or what...

Without continuing to let his thoughts wander, Dan Heng gathered his thoughts, focused slightly, and kicked off his feet.

As if responding to his movements, a sea breeze without a source suddenly blew on the sea, as if to lift him forward.

The surrounding disordered sea surface calmed down in an instant, and a smooth, mirror-like path was opened up amidst the waves.

The next second, Blade on the shore opened his eyes, the edges of his red pupils sharp and full of ominousness.

He turned his head to look at the sea and saw a scene that was too unforgettable for him; his pupils dilated suddenly, but that was not panic.

The corners of his mouth couldn't help but curl up, as if he were about to start roaring wildly.

He suddenly raised his hand, grabbed his face, then bent down, suppressing his restless body, as well as the... joy, the desire for slaughter, and the fanaticism for killing that surged from the depths of his soul.

A moment later, Blade exhaled a turbid breath: "He's here."

"Hmm, the timing is perfect." Kafka said with a smile.

"Those emotions have appeared, Kafka, I can feel them. It's this feeling again! This..."

"Then release it, Mara-Struck..."

[Containment: Fungal Person]

[Item Number: SCP-001-Sage]

[Danger Level: Euclid]

[Special Containment Procedures:]

["SCP-001-Sage" will be contained in a standard humanoid containment cell, and provided with two meals daily according to a nutritional chart.]

[The containment cell where "SCP-001-Sage" is located will be guarded by at least two security guards around the clock, and they must maintain a distance of at least 3 meters from the room to avoid potential telepathic influence.]

[Interviews with "SCP-001-Sage" will be handled entirely by a Level 4 personnel.]

[Project Description:]

["SCP-001-Sage" is a roughly humanoid entity composed of a variety of alien fungi that appear to be in a symbiotic relationship.]

[Analysis of "SCP-001-Sage" before and after its arrival on Earth indicates that it possesses intelligence and can communicate with its various components and humans via telepathy.]

[Its skin has a bioluminescent blue color; it has been observed that its luminous intensity increases with deep thought or intense emotion.]

[Before coming to Earth, "SCP-001-Sage" was discovered on a planet called "Lone Star," where it claimed to be a scholar of great prestige on its home planet.]

[According to it, the main subject of "SCP-001-Sage's" research was the phenomenon designated by the Foundation as "SCP-001."]

[After the government of "Lone Star" failed to establish countermeasures against "SCP-001," "SCP-001-Sage" placed itself into hibernation, hoping to avoid its influence.]

[Evidence indicates that members of "SCP-001-Sage's" race originally interacted with other members of their kind through telepathic connections, strengthening their own intelligence.]

[However, because "SCP-001-Sage" is now the only remaining member of this race, it shows great difficulty when needing to analyze new ideas or explore existing knowledge.]

……

"Time has flown by another thousand years..."

"Just by looking at the Foundation's containment files, I actually had the illusion that I had lived for thousands of years, watching the rise and fall of civilizations and the birth and death of species."

"Hello, how long has this symptom been going on?"

"Fast-forward to 'Administrator? I can replace you!'"

"There's nothing strange about it; that's the meaning of stories—to intercept a segment of life, allowing others to experience it, disguisedly extending a short life; even short-lived species in the galaxy can experience a length of life that even long-lived species cannot experience."

"Sounds a bit like what the 'Garden of Recollection' would do."

"Compared to the 'Garden of Recollection,' it's more like the dreamscape of Penacony, and the 'Memory Bubbles' within it."

"A force of 'Memory,' a place where you can't afford to go with your life's savings, so just honestly watch the story..."

……

December 31, 4999, Tuesday, 5:07 AM.

"*Howl*, *indescribable Black Moon howl*..."

The Administrator opened his eyes.

When he sat on the edge of the bed, hands crossed against his forehead in thought, he had already forgotten what sound it was that had startled him awake.

Another night of poor sleep.

His eyeballs were covered with bloodshot veins, dense and thick, as if parasitized by a group of small leeches; intense pressure came from the inside out, as if they were about to swell and burst.

The Administrator stood in front of the mirror in the washroom; the gorgeous and simple mirror frame framed a haggard young man.

"Tsk—time for more long-term pain is worse than short-term pain."

He shook his head, walked back to the bedroom, yawning while taking off his white bathrobe and throwing it on the bed.

Then he walked to the bedside table, took out a bottle of spirits and a dagger, and returned to the washroom again.

Leaving the warm, quiet bedroom behind.

The unique residential design of the entire human civilization; the architect listened to the Administrator's preferences to produce design drafts, and the Foundation used all budgets to build a satisfactory nest for the immortal.

Although the high-level officials of the Foundation are unwilling to admit it, it seems there is less and less they can do for the Administrator:

The core facility used by humanity to counter the "Black Moon" was proposed three thousand years ago;

And the framework for countering the "Black Moon" was set even before it was famous, designated by the oldest hermit known to human civilization, passing the power to the oldest human.

After "001-Seeker" set sail again, it found many traces of civilization activity, but unsurprisingly, they were all dead.

Among them, one civilization was destroyed right before the eyes of "001-Seeker."

This civilization was highly advanced, with individuals appearing as huge humanoids, suspected of having a large number of reality benders.

Upon discovering "001-Seeker," individuals took flight, attempting to establish communication with "001-Seeker."

But the annihilation began immediately after.

They turned into huge black sculptures in batches, and then disappeared four seconds later, leaving nothing behind.

The director of Site-01 only remembers that the Administrator sat in his chair for a long time that day.

……

"The Administrator's mental state doesn't seem quite right?"

"Very tired, very exhausted, that feeling of wanting to sleep peacefully."

"The old hermit would rather die, handing over the 'Balance,' than continue to live in the world, enjoying the infinite life brought by immortality; it's not hard to foresee the predicament the Administrator will encounter."

"That's immortality! True immortality! Not the long life with a price from the 'Abundance' blessing! It's immortality that can recover even from fatal wounds! With such power, so what if you're a little tired?! At worst, throw saving the world to the back of your mind and indulge in pleasure."