Chapter 640

In other words, if he knows someone is not long for this world, he will throw this conclusion directly to that poor guy, and will also tell his family directly.

If the level of the students he brings is really not good, he will not euphemistically say "great potential," but will directly scold them and drive them out of his team.

"Adam," Dr. Hughes weighed his words and spoke slowly, "I have checked your brain."

"There are layers of damage left in your brain, many of which seem to be deliberately man-made, and some seem to be traces left by self-harm."

"Your memory has been suppressed, then restored, then disguised and erased again. Most importantly, you survived the encounter with the supposedly fatal SCP-3125, and then you experienced countless completely non-anomalous traumas."

"So... it's understandable if you don't understand by now, the void in your life—"

"No, I know." Adam said.

"You know what?" Dr. Hughes showed some attention.

"She and I were married, right?"

Dr. Hughes nodded slowly.

"I finally understand." Adam's voice was low and heavy.

"At first I thought this idea was ridiculous, like I was possessed, that I could be narcissistic to such an extent, fantasizing about such a result."

"But when I pieced all the clues together, I found that they all matched."

"In the end, I had to accept this fact."

Dr. Hughes: "And how do you feel about that?"

Adam fell silent, lowered his head, crossed his fingers against his forehead, feeling upset.

He asked himself over and over in his heart whether he wanted to know the answer.

But he got one negative answer after another—he was afraid to know.

"So what if we were married? What will this give me? It's all over... it's all in the past." Adam pretended not to care.

"Maybe," Dr. Hughes said noncommittally.

"What kind of person was she?" Adam asked.

Dr. Hughes didn't answer, but took something out of his pocket and brought it in front of Adam.

Adam recognized what it was.

An auto-injector, shaped like an orange cylinder, the needle at the tip protected by a transparent cap, with a conspicuous black "Z" mark printed on the pen body.

This thing was actually his.

Adam couldn't remember where he got it, nor did he know how long he had held it.

But he knew that as long as he injected the medicine in this pen, he could remember everything, including the sealed memories.

And this would lead to his death, the same for everyone.

But he would remember.

Everything.

Adam heard melodious singing in his ears, and the sunlight in the garden became hazy and chaotic.

He saw Dr. Hughes's eyes, and Dr. Hughes was smiling sadly.

Adam's eyes began to shine, and his vision was gradually flooded by golden-white light spots.

"Stop, stop, stop, Adam is not the candidate to fight 3125??? I thought he would supplement a wave of technology, evolve directly into a super invincible form, and press 3125 to the ground and beat it."

"Don't mess around, not everyone is called 'Administrator,' and not every supreme divinity is as embarrassing as 'Black Moon'."

"'Black Moon' is embarrassing? What are you talking about? 'Black Moon' can kill every conscious existence in seconds, isn't this a natural counter to 'Fugitive'? 'Black Moon' must kill 'Fugitive'?"

"'Fugitive's' body is the 'Fifth Starfish', 'Black Moon' is G, 'Fifth Starfish' is still alive, 'Fugitive' must kill 'Black Moon'."

"It is recommended not to debate. If you really want to debate, you can go fight the 'Administrator' first. If you win against Him, then whoever you say is strong is strong, okay."

Site-167, inside the bunker.

In Dr. Hughes's huge, dark single eye, the light of the bunker passed through the pupil and focused on Adam's sleeping body.

The steel needle pierced the skin, the injection device was triggered, and the cold medicine was injected into Adam's body. His face began to distort, and his relaxed eyebrows gradually frowned.

Dr. Hughes watched Adam's body, knowing the pain Adam was suffering.

But he didn't stop his movements, and he didn't have any thoughts of interrupting this process in his heart.

What would an ordinary person who has not received any form of memory enhancement become after being injected with a whole Z-class agent?

They would remember everything in extreme pain, including memories that were physically excised.

And then death.

What after that?

Would he become a "ghost" and enter "Heaven"?

Maybe he could have, but it's impossible now.

"Heaven" is within the conceptual realm, and the conceptual realm relies on human civilization to exist. When human civilization is destroyed, the conceptual realm collapses, and "Heaven" only has the ending of overturning.

Adam is the last human in this universe. After he dies, the last fragments of "Heaven" will no longer exist.

Naturally, he cannot go to "Heaven."

Equally bad is that no one in this world can anchor his existence. Dr. Hughes might be able to force him to be preserved for a while with sporadic memory fragments, but time is ultimately limited.

So, Adam is dead, his soul scattered.

Dr. Hughes knew this; he placed the option of certain death in front of Adam, and he knew Adam would choose this way.

Adam also knew what would happen; he accepted the injection in the illusory world and went to his death calmly.

If there was a choice outside of this, of course he wouldn't want to sacrifice himself and die like this.

But does this goddamn reality leave him any room for choice?

Of course he could refuse to accept this fate, stay far away from Dr. Hughes, the bunker, and Site-167, and while he still had their scent on him, hide back to Site-41 and spend the rest of his life.

Then, there would be no then.

The anti-memetic stance of Site-41 is probably unique to this planet.

If he doesn't want to be captured by 3125's legion, brainwashed by 3125 again, and converted into His loyal minions, he has to stay honestly in that tomb until he dies.

After he dies, unless a miracle happens, that's it.

The Foundation has completely failed, humanity has been completely destroyed, only "SCP-3125" has won big, He has successfully destroyed another civilization and can turn His eyes to new victims.

The injection of the Z-class agent is about to be completed, and the beautiful illusion in Adam's eyes is becoming more hazy.

He can feel it; something in his brain is breaking, and it seems unstoppable.

But correspondingly, in the hazy white-gold light, something begins to break through the ground, flashing with various colors, as gorgeous as a kaleidoscope.

At this time, he heard Dr. Hughes ask:

"Are you afraid of death?"

That voice seemed to come from far away, erratic, severely distorted, and he carefully distinguished it for a while before understanding what Dr. Hughes was saying.

Adam realized that not only his vision, but his hearing was also affected.

"I should be afraid."

"But... it must be ended."

There might be fearless sacrificers in this world, but Adam doesn't think he is among them.

He is just an ordinary person, like billions of people in the human world, just wanting to live his own life well, without any grand ideal of saving humanity.

Dr. Hughes's voice was more ethereal and blurry:

"Have a safe journey, Mr. Adam."

The next moment, the scene in front of Adam shattered, and his eyes were immediately filled with nearly pure white-gold light. This brilliant color shrouded the entire world, surging like a torrent, carrying him against the current.

Everything in the past was revealed in detail, as if the clock was turning backward.

That was the terrifying wandering experience; he walked through the ruins of the wilderness and cities for months, enduring the fatal migraine.

That was him pulling the trigger himself, executing the traitor who betrayed humanity.

That was the conversation with Ulrich in the school; this memory was so short but particularly painful, leaving a mark like a gunshot.

Then he saw the long time he had lost, saw himself falling into "SCP-3125," colluding and acting in concert with the dark and metallic hell.

His crimes, his unforgivable sins were reflected one by one.

Adam wanted to defend himself, wanted to escape, but the agent forced him to think about these things, to look directly at what he had done.

Time expanded here, stretched to the limit by the anomalous mass, as if it lasted for a whole ten years.