Chapter 63

[I assume this world is the same as mine, but from what I have seen, due to “SCP-093,” the biological life of this world perished around 1954.]

[I have used “SCP-093” to travel to several places, starting from this center and ending at this center. I have seen those barren landscapes. I have also tried to escape from those “Unclean” ones; they chase everything that feels. I don’t understand how they hunt, but I understand what they are.]

[Those creatures are products of severe genetic mutation caused by exposure to high-purity “Tears of God.”]

“980” [About 350 years ago, this world experienced a technological explosion that our world did not have. The source of all this seems to have been caused by the arrival of “him,” a god-like existence of unknown origin.]

“Foundation agent…”

Luke Skywalker’s gaze danced over the characters; after finishing this section, he pondered slightly and gave his opinion:

“He shouldn’t have faked his identity; there is no benefit for him in that.”

“But I don’t think he is an agent of our Foundation.”

Artanis nodded, his golden armor swaying slightly with the movement.

He opened his left hand, and “Psionics” erupted.

Thus, a mimicked “SCP-093” appeared in his palm.

It had the appearance but no substance.

“I agree; this agent likely belonged to a Foundation of a parallel world.”

“If the Foundation’s archives have not been tampered with, ‘SCP-093’ has never left the Foundation’s base since the day it was discovered and has been under strict guard.”

“Until a few days ago, when the Administrator used it to open the Gate of Otherworlds.”

Suddenly.

The audience was in an uproar.

That powerhouse standing in the void was actually the Foundation’s Administrator.

Invisible flexing is the most lethal.

The other “Psionic” users also nodded in agreement, proving that Artanis’s words were not false.

Hearing this news, the ghosts were neither happy nor sad.

They still floated in the air, clipping through ceilings, walls, and floors.

“He was not your colleague, was he?”

The Jedi bowed to the ghosts with solemn expressions.

Subsequently, Master Yoda spoke:

“Yes, I am afraid we cannot send him home.”

The ghosts’ voices had no inflection, still ethereal, still chilling:

“No need to apologize, saviors of another world.”

“You carry the banner of salvation; what more could we ask for?”

“You share the same great goals and noble character as him. For you to witness the greatness of the agent and witness his sacrifice is enough for his soul to rest in peace.”

As soon as these words were spoken, the audience expressed that their perspective had been broadened.

“Sigh, even among the long-lived, how many can let go of things so lightly?”

“Suddenly, I feel these ghosts are so well-bred. Could it be that I’ve been tortured by followers of ‘Aha’ too much lately?”

“Followers of ‘Aha’ are all trolls; be careful!”

The ghosts continued.

Countless lives merged together, countless experiences intertwined.

Making their perspective on problems incredibly broad, and their current state very mysterious:

“We are not surprised by such an ending.”

“In the multiverse, anything is possible; even encountering an identical self is possible.”

Just then, Luke Skywalker had an idea:

“We can take him back.”

“Since he is an agent of another Foundation, perhaps in the future, Foundations of different universes will be able to contact each other.”

“At that time, we can send this agent back to his true home.”

“In the multiverse, anything is possible, isn’t it?”

Artanis and the others nodded one after another.

The others, after brief consideration, also agreed with Luke Skywalker’s proposal.

The ghosts then guided them to collect the agent’s remains.

The others continued to review the materials left by the agent.

[The “Unclean” are giant semi-humanoid creatures that devour every living, breathing creature they touch.]

[They cannot be controlled, but they can be contained. They seem to be attracted by the “Tears of God,” so a center is set up in the heart of different regions, with one person staying inside carrying the purest “Tears of God” to keep those “Unclean” within the area known as the “Wasteland.”]

[I don’t think the “Unclean” can die. They have immortal bodies, but they don’t want that. They only want to die.]

[I saw those faces, coming from people—that is, those “Unclean.” They appear in photos printed by machines, in the same room as me, watching me.]

[I guess they are everywhere in this world, only visible through these machines.]

[When I touch them, the things they reveal to me are different from what is written in the records. The “Unclean” remember everything; everyone touched by them has become part of them. They are safe inside, but to us, they are already dead.]

This text was basically known content.

However.

The ghosts corrected one point:

“His description has a small problem; he mistook the ‘Unclean’ as a whole and us souls as one.”

“In reality, we are just lonely ghosts seeking death in vain; the ‘Unclean’ are monsters that chase life and corrupt everything.”

“I understand.” Artanis nodded.

He could distinguish such subtle differences.

Just as one cannot say a person is merely a simple accumulation of flesh and bone.

Continuing to browse downward.

Suddenly.

The writing style changed abruptly.

As if the agent had suddenly received intense mental stimulation, becoming manic, their thinking chaotic, accompanied by a long passage of text with significant repetition—

[There is no war at all, everything is him him him him him him it caused.]

[It. He comes from the cracks of time, space, world, light, and dark, but should not have entered this world, and they call it a god, and they worship it, and they taste it, and touch it, and live with it, and become its slaves, and fulfill its will, and it still stays here, the “SCP-093” it brought, it brought it, it forcefully entered it, it built it, I don’t know, they don’t know, but it belongs to it, it lets it shuttle between different regions and different worlds, so I destroyed it.]

[Hahaha, I threw away its fragments and passed through the hole, so the doors to those worlds closed, just like the one in our world. I can’t go home, and what else can I do?]

[It appeared from the stone, through some means, it knows where they are but just can’t touch them, but if you hide the stone, you can’t get out and are also trapped inside. I found you 2.9 son of a bitch, I found you, bang bang hahaha.]

[I hit him. With my fist. And a gun. He fell. But he will get up. Soon.]

[I’m sorry, I’ve done everything I could,]

[Now let me sleep, please… let… me… sleep]

Master Yoda looked at this passage of near-manic text.

The agent’s manic state before death had already entered Master Yoda’s mind through the text.

Master Yoda suddenly remembered that the Administrator had once mentioned a strange secret method called “Ascension of the Pale Worm.”

It seems that as long as one pushes the body and spirit to extreme pain, one can attract the attention of a supreme being, thereby helping the ascender solve problems and bestow rewards.

He wondered if the agent was in a similar state when writing this text.

But he would not get an answer.

The person involved had long since turned to dust in time.

After finishing this report, Artanis clicked on the next one—

“Evacuation Log.”

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