Chapter 724

He knew it was a stress physiological response.

After a brief period of interaction and confrontation.

Taloran was incredibly clear about what kind of evil thing was inside him.

It far exceeded the category of a reality bender and might be an upper-level narrator existing only in 'Narrative Theory'.

For an upper-level narrator, all his current struggles, all his pain, and all his determination were a true joke.

——When a 2D paper character discovers that they are merely a fictional character in a work.

And then tries to resist the creator's pen tip, trying to delete a few lines of text.

Just like that, could he threaten the creator outside the work?

The author decides to write a character to death, letting the world experience a turmoil, just by moving their hand slightly.

But the character in the work will face a real death, and the world will also face an upheaval without warning.

'Hare Psychopathy Checklist'... he never even thought that this set of tests used to detect pathological personalities could be used to screen qualified executioners.

This test has a total of 20 questions, with a maximum score of 40 points.

A score above 10 belongs to very mild psychopathy, and above 20 belongs to mild psychopathy.

Above 30 is an out-and-out psychopath, a monster with a psychologically twisted mind.

If the task were handed to normal agents within the Foundation, they might question the rationality of the task, or even disobey orders.

But this group of guys would only know that they could kill people.

"No..."

Taloran looked at the phone floating on the ceiling, wanting to save all of this.

But his footsteps staggered.

He raised his hand, wanting to use the instruments in the laboratory to steady himself, but missed the moment he was about to touch them.

The surrounding scenery changed again.

He was back in the office.

Failing to find a fulcrum in time, Taloran completely lost control of his body.

His footsteps swayed, and he stumbled and fell to the ground, his head hitting the table leg; it hurt, the wound on his wrist split open, and the gauze turned red again in a large patch.

……

Watching Taloran's encounter, the audience also felt a chill.

Ask yourself, how many people in this world have no parents, no brothers or sisters, and no one they care about.

When these important people in life suddenly become a weakness one day, becoming a bargaining chip used by the other party to force Taloran to compromise, how should Taloran choose?

The terrifying guy inside him probably couldn't wait for him to die early, so it could fully master this body and play with the world as it pleased.

Its power was too terrifying, too unbelievable; just by making some text settings casually, it could change the reality world and make everyone involved act according to its script.

Admittedly, some audience members associated this with Elio of the 'Stellaron Hunters', knowing that this 'Slave of Destiny' would also write scripts.

But his script and the script of this mysterious existence could not be mentioned in the same breath.

Just the strength displayed so far had already exceeded the audience's cognition.

"Sigh, miserable, Taloran, miserable."

"Is the personality of this 3999 a bit too nasty? Can't personal conflicts be kept from escalating to family members?"

"This problem is very difficult to solve, but there is a relatively simple one: you go online and private message everyone who curses others by bringing up their family register, and make them repent."

"That won't work, the guy who spoke earlier really has family members."

"Aren't you just advising people to go and die?"

"Taloran's current situation should be as bad as it can get, right? If he wants to live, he's definitely going to be tortured by 3999 in various ways; if he wants to die... 3999 can't wait for him to die early."

"If it were me, 3999 wouldn't even need to make a move; I'd just immerse myself in the big sister's bosom."

"I seem to be able to understand why Taloran had a smile on his face after his corpse was discovered... he could finally die."

"It's really too miserable; I don't even dare to continue watching this file. This 3999 is definitely a psychopath... I also have a doubt, what kind of ability is this? It feels a bit like reality distortion, but it's not exactly the same."

"It should be an anomalous ability corresponding to 'Narrative Theory'; we've seen thaumaturgy and reality distortion, only narrative is completely unclear."

"Decided, I won't even touch the level corresponding to 'SCP-3999'! If I were to experience Taloran's experience in the first person, I'm afraid the first thing I'd do after playing is to really go and die."

……

Taloran took a deep breath, first changing from lying down to squatting, then from squatting to standing.

He decided to ignore the group of psychopathic agents for now and let his family run as far as they could.

He tried to call his parents and sister, but no one answered;

He tried to private message his family using chat software, but no one replied;

He tried to ask for help on social platforms, but the posts he published were not browsed by anyone;

He tried to break out, but found that he couldn't open the door no matter what; this wooden door seemed to weigh ten thousand pounds and was firmly welded shut.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He swung a chair and smashed it against the door, making a huge noise—usually, security personnel would come directly to the door to ask if anything had happened—but until he was panting and his heart was pounding, no one came to check.

Damn it...

His hands trembled as he braced himself against the edge of the table, looking around for tools to knock down that damn phone.

He saw a pen holder, picked it up, and threw it, but the phone dodged it easily.

Water cups, potted plants, power strips, rulers... everything that could be thrown was scattered all over the floor.

The originally clean and tidy office was now as miserable as if it had been robbed.

"This is where you're not good." Perhaps seeing that Taloran had used all his means, the voice descended quietly.

"Look... if you had agreed to my conditions earlier, wouldn't everything be fine?"

"You could become the most powerful person in this world, enjoying the glory, wealth, and extravagant life that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to imagine."

"Your family could also inherit your property and your power."

"Instead of being about to be executed by the Foundation's agents."

"Look at you, you had to make the relationship between you and me so stiff; why bother?"

Taloran could fully imagine that if 3999 had a physical form, it would definitely be looking at him with a look of regret and pity.

And it would have to pat his shoulder while silently attributing all the faults to him.

This is a classic dog-training method—give a stick, then give a sweet date.

But isn't the one who is wrong this extremely evil 'SCP-3999'?

Isn't it the one that wantonly tampers with reality, wantonly distorts people's will, and looks down from on high at the sentient beings performing a farce?

Why, now, push all the blame onto me?

But my family... aren't they your family?

No... to this guy, apart from itself and its dirty, depraved desires, there is nothing in this world worth caring about.

But... do I really have to fight it...

That is... Dad... Mom... and my sister...

But... can I really give up...

On one side is my closest and dearest family, on the other is the mission to protect humanity... which one to choose... but as long as I choose one side, I have to abandon the other...

"Shut up..." Taloran squeezed out a few words in pain.

"What?"

"I told you to shut up!" Taloran roared, took off his white coat, and swung it violently, almost knocking the phone down.

Just by that little bit.

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"Sigh... what a pity; I was just a little bit unpleasant in my methods, but isn't it always you who is wrong? Who told you not to listen to me obediently?"

Suddenly, the voice seemed to remember something, its tone joyful:

"Ah, yes, yes, how could I have missed such a genius idea."

Then, the voice said slowly, with undisguised joy and a chill that made one's skin crawl:

"Among the popular genres of recent novels, there are inventory genres, exposure genres... they have one thing in common, which is that they can let the audience see images."

"You!" Taloran realized something.

He desperately hoped that he was trapped in a nightmare, so that when he woke up, everything would be over.

The next moment, Taloran only felt his hands and feet being bound, his eyelids being forcibly held open, and around him, in all directions, screens appeared.

"Hahaha, I really am a great philanthropist." The more painful Taloran was, the more violently he struggled, the happier the voice was.