Chapter 718

Looking at the "SCP-3999" file, the audience immediately paid tribute to this researcher.

At the cost of his own life, he stopped and reversed the occurrence of a CK-class reality restructuring crisis or ZK-class reality end-of-the-world scenario.

No matter which planet or civilization this is in, it is enough to be crowned with the name of a hero and be remembered forever.

"But it's a bit strange... why doesn't the entire SCP file mention the whereabouts of 'SCP-3999'? Is 3999 just gone like that?"

"That's a bit outrageous, a CK-class reality restructuring is not an end-of-the-world scenario that an ordinary SCP can cause, how did a Foundation researcher stop it?"

"Maybe Taroran was actually a Level 5 reality bender and died together with the other party."

"Enough, I'm going to run the early process of 'Foundation Grand Game', and while running the process, watch the live stream in a small window in the game."

"You are really a little genius!"

Some viewers took advantage of the heat and ran to the shaft of Site-118 to collect Taroran's body.

But the vast majority of viewers chose to continue watching, wanting to see how this researcher saved the world from a Keter-class SCP.

Taroran felt that his life in the Foundation was very calm, very much like an electrocardiogram without ups and downs.

Doctors would have to praise: "Your daily fluctuations are more stable than some anomalous entities we contain."

Terrible containment breach events, suddenly attacking "Chaos Insurgency", unexpected anomaly events...

He didn't experience any of them.

These events were like legends, and like illusions, having nothing to do with him.

The existence of these anomaly events seemed to be just abstract theories in his research notes, not reality he truly touched.

Day after day.

His entire life, and his whole life, seemed to be filled with family and anomaly theory research.

As if he were an ordinary person looking at the world through a veil, an ordinary person living in "normality".

"Transfer?"

Taroran looked at the notice on his hand and raised his eyes to look at the supervisor behind the desk.

"Yes, effective immediately, Researcher Taroran is assigned to Site-118 to assist in the research of Keter-class SCP 'SCP-3999'." The supervisor said.

"3999?" Taroran had no opinion, "Fine."

Or rather, he didn't need to express an opinion.

Just like that, Taroran left his familiar office and drove to a mountain.

If he hadn't known in advance that Site-118 was located here, Taroran wouldn't have associated this primitive area, which looked no different from a forest park, with a Foundation site.

An observation tower located on the top of the mountain, and a hidden alloy door.

Site-118 had arrived.

Taroran shuttled quietly on the path, his mood calm, his gaze gentle, with the mood of purely appreciating the scenery, inhaling the fresh air.

Then, accompanied by a trance.

He heard a moving poem.

【Let us go then, you and I】

【When the eleventh empire, is swallowing the sky】

【Like a human form rotting, like a clam on the table】

Inexplicably... Taroran stopped and looked around, but didn't see the bard.

Nor did he see the black-haired, green-eyed midnight poet.

However, he had heard of "The Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock".

【Let us go then, you and I,】

【When the evening is spread out against the sky】

【Like a patient etherized upon a table;】

Thinking this way, Taroran suddenly staggered, until he supported the door with one hand, and barely stabilized his figure.

"Staying up too late recently?"

Taroran pinched his eyebrows, took a deep breath, and began to verify his identity.

With a slight sound of gas leaking, the door opened slowly, revealing a pure white, pale, narrow, and long corridor.

Taroran took a deep breath, raised his foot and crossed the threshold, entering Site-118.

At the same time, the site where Taroran used to work.

On the site supervisor's desk, among the cluttered documents, a personnel transfer notice was sandwiched, inconspicuous. ===== CHAPTER 720 =====