Chapter 716

"There are many SCPs that can affect cognition, for example, SCPs with anti-memetic hazards, they can erase all information related to them in the world."

"There is actually such a hazard?" The assistant was also stunned.

"Hmm, yes." The doctor nodded, "Quite an unbelievable ability."

"But what's even more unbelievable is that I can't remember where I learned about this characteristic at all."

When the assistant heard this, his eyes widened slightly, "Could it be that we have already been affected by anti-memetics?"

The doctor exhaled gently: "I don't know, so I will confirm every room in Site-118... so as not to really have a situation where the list and the containment cell don't match."

Seeing the sudden extra solemnity on the doctor's face, the assistant suddenly came up with a joke.

"If there really is an anti-memetics department in the Foundation, the people inside are either all rich, or they are still working for free for the Administrator."

"Ah?" The doctor looked inexplicable, his brain circuit had not yet connected with the assistant.

"Think about it, since you remember that there is such a hazard as anti-memetics, then there must be an anti-memetics department in the Foundation."

"But according to the rules of anti-memetics, people in the anti-memetics department will forget their identities and experiences time and time again."

"So, they are either collecting extra wages, or they have never collected wages, and they think they joined the Foundation on their first day."

"Then they are too miserable..." The doctor commented casually, but stopped halfway and turned to look at the assistant with a shocked expression.

"Wait, why is there an extra road here?"

Looking at the inexplicable extra passage in front of them, everyone had an extra touch of solemnity on their faces.

—Could it be that they really encountered an anti-memetic hazard?

The entire Site-118, excluding the surface floors used for camouflage, has 24 floors underground.

The interior is divided by pseudo-Riemannian manifolds, and the site is divided into Beta, Gamma, and Delta wings, each with 6 floors.

Each wing operates independently, managed by different departments, and connected to each other through the teaching layer located on the ground.

They hadn't entered the Beta wing for long before they found a passage that shouldn't exist, and the situation was very wrong.

"Contact the supervisor, we're in trouble." The doctor said.

Seeing this, the players who chose "SCP-3999" as their first game experience suddenly realized.

"I said how can I not find 3999, it turns out I have to turn around Site-118 first and find a corridor that is not in the records."

"Sigh, I applied for field work directly, and now I've run to the wilderness a hundred kilometers away from Site-118... damn it, delete the save and restart!"

In the general cognition of players, the SCPs in the "Foundation Grand Game" have not been contained.

—Either buried in some wilderness, or mixed into human society.

In short, it is impossible to be in a Foundation site.

"However, anti-memetic hazard... this sounds quite interesting, can it delete all memories about itself? Or is it that everything except itself cannot perceive it?"

"No, listening to the description of this doctor whose authority level is at most 3, an entity with anti-memetic hazard should be like an information black hole that cannot be perceived—can only be inferred through its interaction with the surrounding world, and can never be directly observed."

"I don't know how this kind of SCP is restored in the game, it's impossible to delete our memories too, right?"

"...... Hard to say, I can only say it's hard to say."

When the support of the Mobile Task Force arrived, the doctor had just finished the third search of the data and was absolutely sure that no architectural structure should exist ahead.

Then, he saw the agents of the Task Force who rushed over.

"Has anyone tried to enter?"

"Of course, we wouldn't actively violate the regulations." The doctor nodded to the Task Force captain, "Everyone is here, not one less, and not one more."

As he spoke, the doctor handed the list of checking Keter-class SCP containment cells to the captain.

"Yes, everything matches." After checking one by one, the captain handed the list to the doctor.

"Alright, next we will take over, you all stand by."

As he spoke, the captain led the team into the road that shouldn't exist.

The pale light fell from the top of the head, casting clusters of shadows beside the agents' feet, like a nightmare of countless limbs overlapping.

No one knew what was waiting for them ahead.

Beta Wing is the floor with the highest beryllium bronze content in the site, and it is the most stable wing in reality, stable to the point that reality enters a super-stable state.

What could be an anomaly that breaks through super-stable reality?

"Is it a divine entity? Or some unknown supreme divinity?"

The captain guessed somewhat pessimistically, if it were really these two, even if they brought several reality anchors, it would be in vain.

In the depths of this corridor leading to the unknown area, the air was filled with a tense atmosphere that transcended reality.

And as if to confirm the anxiety in the captain's heart, at this moment, a slight humming sound gradually became clearly audible, attracting everyone's attention.

When the humming sound was captured by the agents, the agents immediately stuck to the wall in twos and threes, the shield guards deployed special shields, and the others bent their legs, pulled the gun lines, slowed their steps, and advanced in an orderly manner.

Immediately after, the captain heard a sound of footsteps, which sounded exactly like other agents.

—But no one had entered here before.

Everyone felt their hearts accelerate involuntarily, and their breathing became rapid together.

The agents' pupils dilated, and the muscles under their uniforms became excited inch by inch.

The next moment, they rushed out from the corner of the corridor, the shield guards instantly set up giant shields, and the pitch-black gun muzzles poked out from beside and behind him, pointing directly at the target ahead.

—Four guards who were eating lunch.

Without a doubt, they were completely unprepared, and had never thought that one day they would become the target of the agents.

One of them, until the Task Force set up a volley angle, was still stuffing a sandwich into his mouth.

In the captain's suspicious gaze, he swallowed a large mouthful of food with his neck stiff, then slowly put down the sandwich, raised his hands, and slowly lay on the ground.

Watching this scene, neither players nor viewers could help but breathe a sigh of relief.

"Why make the atmosphere so tense, everyone continue to eat, continue to drink, continue to play music, continue to dance."

"Guard: Aminos!"

But some people noticed a trace of discord.

"In other words, in the cognition of these guards, they should be guarding this containment cell?"

"Hiss... it seems to be the case, but the problem is, do they really know what containment cell this is?"

"It's really hell, this is undoubtedly the containment cell of 'SCP-3999'."

The captain looked at the nameplate on the wall outside the room.

The alloy plate had clear "SCP-3999" lettering, the Foundation icon, and the Keter level.

"But whether it's Site-118's database or the Foundation's main database, this number has no corresponding SCP."

Several armed guards sat aside, being "cared for" by the fully armed Task Force, nodding constantly, like chickens pecking at rice.

Whatever, just don't judge them as anomalies.

Although the verification of various information has passed, the fact that "SCP-3999" "does not exist" is the biggest anomaly.

And they were actually guarding a containment cell of an "non-existent" anomaly, this thing is too evil.

"Yes, but we really can't remember when we started being responsible for 'SCP-3999'." One person trembled.

Another person was about the same, looking at the pitch-black gun muzzle:

"We seem to have forgotten a lot of things, maybe, maybe, maybe it's 3999's influence?"

Just then, the agent responsible for reconnaissance came to the captain's side.

He reported in a low voice:

"Captain, no SCP was found inside, but a corpse was found."

"Corpse?" The captain also lowered his voice, suspicious and uneasy, "Why is there a corpse."

This matter revealed weirdness from head to toe.

"Look."

The team member took the video shot by the drone to the captain.

Entering the air-tight containment cell, opening the acid-resistant baffle, below is a bottomless shaft.

The drone went down all the way, shooting Scranton reality anchors installed every distance on both sides of the shaft—and they all exploded at this moment.

Literally exploded, leaving only part of the scorched shell hanging on the shaft wall.

Looking at the damaged Scranton reality anchors, the captain's expression gradually became solemn.

The current situation often means a worse possibility—

A Keter-class SCP broke through containment!

The captain suppressed the anxiety in his heart and continued to watch. ===== CHAPTER 718 =====