Chapter 719

As if the closing of Site-118's door caused a butterfly effect, a single-page document fell slowly to the ground on a desk thousands of miles away.

【To Supervisor ▇▇▇▇:】

【Please use personnel transfer as a name to urge your site's Level 3 Researcher, Taroran, to report to Site-118.】

【Project Number: SCP-3999】

【Danger Class: Apollyon】

【Special Containment Procedures:】

【"SCP-3999" cannot currently be contained, and is facilitating a ZK-class reality end-of-the-world scenario.】

【The most feasible plan is to have Researcher Taroran, who is considered the focus of "SCP-3999", cut off all contact with all Foundation sites and personnel.】

【To avoid further collateral damage to Foundation assets.】

As the file of "SCP-3999" appeared again, all the audience were stunned.

How could this happen?

Wasn't 3999's file just passed? How did another version suddenly pop up?

"I originally suspected that 'SCP-3999's' file was divided into two versions, one is Keter-class 3999, and one is harmless 3999, but what's going on with this class?"

"Can't understand, and how did 3999 get involved with Taroran?"

"A somewhat ominous guess: Taroran sacrificed himself and destroyed 3999."

"...... Are you serious? A researcher without any anomalies, single-handedly killed an SCP, isn't this a joke?"

"He should be one of the many sacrifices... or played a key role."

"Is there another possibility, actually Taroran, like Kira Yoshikage, is an unawakened supreme divinity? It's just that Taroran chose self-destruction at the moment of ascension."

"This is a possibility, otherwise the Foundation has no reason to target him, or treat him as 'SCP-3999'."

The sudden anomaly, the subtle and elusive discord and anxiety, made the audience's spirits tighter.

It's just.

Finding a cockroach often means there are thousands more that haven't been found.

Anomalies, things that aren't right, and feelings of discord are the same.

This file, which looked strange in both appearance time and content, hadn't unfolded much before it had problems again.

【Theoretically speaking, if Researcher Taroran is contained in an extremely remote area, "SCP-3999's" destructive ability will temporarily disappear

Suddenly, the word "disappear" was erased, and the word "stop" replaced it.

As if some power descended out of thin air, affecting the current Foundation.

Everyone was stunned.

"No, what does this mean?"

"Hell, how can the Foundation's files be edited while being broadcast?"

"First it's a non-existent containment cell, then it's an edited file... 'SCP-3999' is really hellish!!"

For a time, all the audience who saw this scene felt a chill in their hearts.

Asta felt her thinking interrupted for a moment—she was a little scared, but it was only for an instant.

The moment she reacted, she found that her close-fitting clothes had been soaked with sweat, sticking tightly to her body curves.

But this was not the end.

"Stop" was erased again, and "can be controlled" was written on it.

Then, "a little bit remains" was left behind.

It seemed that the person who wrote this document was indecisive, and there were several voices constantly arguing in his heart.

Or it was like two children writing a document together, but they had a disagreement, erasing each other's parts with an eraser, grabbing the pen in each other's hands to implement their own will.

But what is the use of editing this document?

No matter how the Foundation edits an SCP file, it will not affect the essence of the SCP.

The pale light illuminated the corridor of Site-118, making the already long and narrow passage even more eerie, and in that unsettling silence, Taroran, who was going to the personnel department, stopped.

"Who are you?"

But this silent and eerie confrontation lasted only a very short time before he heard an answer completely unrelated to the question.

"Who I am is not important, what's important is, do you think your current life is interesting?"

"Who are you?" Taroran was still asking.

"Don't you think this world is a bit too boring, life repeats day after day, politicians promise freedom, the Foundation says it guards humanity... all boring lies, aren't they?"

"Who are you?"

"Hehe, I am you, another you, a 'you' you have never discovered, but who has been with you since you were born, a 'you' who knows you better than you do."

"Thank you for your concern, but I don't think there is anything wrong with my spirit, and my family has no history of mental illness."

"No, no, no, what I mean is, you have dominated this body for so long, can you sleep for a while and let me experience the world?"

"Sorry, I won't share my body with a guy I've never known," Taroran took a deep breath, rarely angry.

"Now, please get out of my mind!"

"I can't do that, I am you, you are me, we are the real 'SCP-3999', and do we have to tear our faces off and kill each other?"

"Please get out of my mind."

"Okay, okay, then we're going to start a game, but considering we're one, I'll give you one last chance, sometimes, being awake is more painful than sleeping."

"Please get the hell out."

Taroran frowned, constantly knocking on his skull, wanting to use this method to cautiously knock the other party unconscious.

Moreover, the other party kept emphasizing that they wanted him to sleep, letting them control the body... could it be that some mechanism would be triggered after he slept?

But before he could think more, he heard that annoying voice:

"Hahahaha, then let's start the game."

Completely unable to guess what the game the other party was talking about was, Taroran saw his phone fly out of his pocket and hover in front of him.

"Reality bender?!"

Taroran's voice carried a trace of trembling.

As a Level 3 researcher, Taroran had enough authority to contact "reality theory" and conduct research on many reality benders in the Foundation.

These guys have supernatural powers that are almost wish-fulfilling.

If the other party really wanted to kill him, it would probably only take one thought.

The good news is that the other party intends to play with him for a while, maybe to kill time, or maybe it really is his other personality.

"Alright, play then, so how do you judge winning or losing?"

"Winning or losing?" The other party seemed to have heard some funny joke, "Believe me, admitting defeat early will save a lot of pain."

Taroran didn't answer.

"Okay, okay, the game has started."

Immediately after, right in front of Taroran.

Lines of text were typed rapidly into his phone screen.

【Project Number: SCP-3999】

【Danger Class: Apollyon】

【Special Containment Procedures:】

【"SCP-3999" cannot currently be contained, and is facilitating a ZK-class reality end-of-the-world scenario.】

【...】

【Theoretically speaking, if Researcher Taroran is contained in an extremely remote area, "SCP-3999's" destructive ability will temporarily disappear...

When Taroran reacted, snatched the phone, and fought for control of the phone with the guy in his mind.

3999's file had already been tampered with by more than half.

And the site also sounded a fierce and harsh alarm.

"Damn it..."

He deleted a character, and the other party generated a sentence.

Then, he was controlled by the fully armed agents.

After the Mobile Task Force captain checked, he nodded to the agents under him, and escorted him all the way down.

Until he was sent to the Beta area, to the bottom of the bottomless shaft. ===== CHAPTER 721 =====