Chapter 7

Her beautiful green eyes were full of thirst for knowledge.

She was very curious.

She saw the man in the image take a disc device out of his backpack, throw it toward the forest, and then try to run in the snow.

As the disc landed near the forest, the pile of strange flesh went berserk for a moment, then immediately returned to calm.

D-114 cursed "Suka Blyat" a few times.

Just then, a steady voice came from his communicator.

"Next, please move toward the southeast."

"Received, Doctor."

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"Doctor?"

Ms. Herta heard a term that interested her.

If the Foundation didn't abuse the term "Doctor," then this title at least proved that there were specialized researchers within the Foundation.

...Hmm, researchers who specifically studied those "curios."

Although the other party called them "containment items."

The reason why her warehouse of curios was gathering dust was because she had completely researched them and didn't need to continue researching!

It definitely wasn't because she researched halfway and didn't want to continue!

And it definitely wasn't some kind of abandonment!

In the image, D-114 followed the Doctor's instructions and changed direction to move forward, so that strange "forest" suddenly became much quieter.

Just like a watchdog, feeling a stranger approaching, barking instinctively.

When the stranger moved away, it would gradually quiet down.

[SCP-610] probably possessed a certain level of intelligence... The audience gasped one after another.

The Doctor's voice continued to sound:

"You don't have to call me by that title anymore, Maksim."

"I'm not cold-blooded like other doctors, treating D-class personnel as lab rats."

"It's not too late for you to go back on your word now; the landing craft can pick you up back to the Foundation at any time, instead of continuing this suicidal mission."

Maksim suddenly stopped, looked up at the sky, then shook his head, and continued on his way, speaking in his tone with a heavy nasal sound:

"Thank you, Dr. White."

"But I am an unforgivable sinner; even if I repent, I must still pay the price for my past sins."

Interastral Peace Corporation.

A P10-level employee laughed dryly:

"Heh, PUA'd by a so-called doctor, right? How much do you have to be scratched to choose to die."

Maksim's narration continued:

"You may have seen my file."

"After my parents were shot by a bastard named Sasha, I killed everyone who had a blood relationship with him, a total of ten people, leaving no survivors."

"I can still remember, when I pushed open the door of the nursery covered in blood..."

"When I killed that bastard's sister and her child, how that poor woman was begging me to let her child go."

"I remember that poor girl, her name was Bella, she had sky-blue eyes."

"This is my home planet; I was born here, and I hope to die here."

"If the Foundation has to destroy this planet, let me sleep with her."

"Before that, I will try my best to find survivors, hoping the Foundation can help them."

Doctor: "Okay, I respect your choice, and I will report your request."

After listening to Maksim's self-narration, the bullet comments suddenly became a mess.

"What trash, still repenting, go die early, trash!"

"At least he admits and dares to face his own sins; this is much better than the company dogs in a certain Interastral Peace Corporation, how many employees in the entire galaxy have worked themselves to death!"

"Yes, yes, for the sake of plundering minerals, how many civilizations has the company destroyed with financial warfare, and how many lives have died because of it, at least ten billion?"

"You dare to speak ill of the company, open the door, free trade warning!"

"What are you afraid of, this is the Foundation's territory, company dogs get out!"

"If we follow the standards of this penitent, the company's top management won't be able to run."

"The company's top management has the Aeon of Preservation, Qlipoth, backing them, are you unconvinced?"

The top management of the Interastral Peace Corporation looked at the bullet comments starting to name them and scold them one by one, gritting their teeth.

Anywhere else but here, if anyone dared to scold them like this, they would have long since "been shot eight times in the back and committed suicide out of fear of crime."

Damn "Foundation," don't let them find you!

The audience's accumulated grievances hadn't finished venting, and a silhouette of a village appeared in the image.

And the audience who saw this scene all changed their expressions.

Below the hill, there were more than a dozen small houses, some stone houses, some wooden houses.

One could see the outline of the fields, stables, sheep pens, pig pens, and cow sheds.

In the distance, a hot spring had not yet frozen, bubbling with hot water.

Everything should have been beautiful and peaceful.

But there was no smoke here, the world was quiet, and in the pure white world, there was only a patch of red, like blood dripped on white silk.

That was flesh and blood spread all over the ground.

Even beside the hot spring, it was stacked layer by layer with meat threads like tendons, like pulsing blood vessels.

As that layer of flesh contracted from time to time, one could see the skeletons piled together underneath, adults, young children, birds, dogs, cats...

The audience could only hear Maksim's slightly heavy breathing, heavy heartbeat, and whistling cold wind; as for other sounds, there were none.

This world seemed to be truly "dead."

Maksim took another step forward.

With this, the entire village was alarmed.

Red meat chunks rolled, condensed, swirled, and bared their fangs and brandished their claws, and flowing "eyes" rolled on the red meat chunks, looking at this uninfected prey.

"Holy sh*t? Holy sh*t holy sh*t holy sh*t! What the hell is this? Intelligent life???"

"I repent for questioning the Foundation's act of issuing an extinction order, I hope the Foundation will destroy the entire planet immediately when encountering this situation!"

"Damn, a piece of red flesh is terrifying enough, why is it still wriggling with bones?!"

"I now understand why the Aeon of Destruction wants to destroy everything."

"This world is filthy."

"..."

At the same time, inside the Herta Space Station.

March 7th, "Stelle," and Dan Heng were moving forward in the dark.

Thanks to the Old Man, several connected areas had lost their light sources.

Walking in it, March 7th and "Stelle" were both regretting being too curious just now and seeing such a terrifying scene.

"Stelle's" tongue trembled:

"That, March, how long until we can leave here, I always feel like a monster will suddenly pop out."

March 7th was not having a good time either; she and "Stelle" were pulling each other's clothes:

"I don't know either..."

Dan Heng was helpless; as soon as he looked back, he saw the two people holding flashlights behind him, who were trembling with every step they took.

"I already warned you not to look at that screen first... This corridor has basically no light, and there is slime left by the Old Man."

"After passing this section, we will reach the cabin section guarded by the Foundation warriors."

March 7th trembled while being stubborn: