Chapter 787

There would be no need for agents to risk their lives, let alone for the Foundation to pay the price of personnel casualties.

They would only need to confirm the location of 'SCP-1983-1' and send the coordinates to the fleet.

When the beam of destruction descended from the sky, the massive explosion shockwave would spread in all directions, and flames would swallow everything.

'SCP-1983' would then vanish into ashes along with the secrets it hid.

"Hmm," Bai Xuan nodded slightly, "The Foundation before the 'Veil Shattered' would not easily use weapons of mass destruction;"

"As for after the 'Veil Shattered'... they would do whatever was most efficient."

"Heh~ I understand that logic!" Qingque nodded immediately.

"At first, when I just arrived at the Divination Commission, I was also diligent and conscientious, busy from morning till night."

"As a result, I found that this life seemed endless, so I started considering what exactly I should do."

"By a stroke of luck, I stole a moment of leisure, and found that the previous days were no way for a human to live; afterward, slacking off became the norm."

"I also forgot which day it was, but I discovered that 'Celestial Jade' was simply the most interesting thing in the world, so I started skipping work to spar with my card-playing friends."

"Afterward, skipping work became the norm."

After finishing, Qingque turned around, not forgetting to say proudly:

"Work isn't about striving for value; that's called labor exchanging for compensation. Slacking off while working is what's called striving for value."

Meanwhile, the 'Foundation Grand Game' forum.

As the Foundation files continued to be broadcast, more and more players chose the 1983 file as their target for completion.

In the logic of the vast majority, as long as they followed the agents' perspective to walk through the process again, even if they died suddenly, they could increase the completion rate of the file by quite a bit.

It's just that when they followed the command center's orders and entered that farmhouse, they realized they were dead wrong.

Because not only did they not find the black humanoid entity, they got lost instead!

Yes, lost!

This farmhouse looked unremarkable from the outside, and it would only take a short while to walk through the whole thing.

But once you went inside, it was simply walking into a trap!

This place was like taking a bunch of space fragments intercepted from who knows where and piecing them together randomly.

As long as you passed through a door, or something that could be considered a door, you would immediately enter a place that had absolutely no connection to the previous space.

For example, just after entering the living room of the farmhouse, the agents wanted to investigate the situation in the kitchen.

Then, the moment they pushed the door open to enter, they would be teleported to some inexplicable place.

It could be a bar, a parking lot, or even a supermarket.

Even if they were lucky enough to return to the living room and push the door to enter the kitchen again, they wouldn't necessarily enter the same space they had entered last time.

"This place is simply a hyper-dimensional death trap! Damn it, I haven't even encountered 1983-2 inside, and a bunch of messy scenes have almost made me vomit from walking!"

"I just stayed inside for five minutes... now I'm lying on the bed, thinking about what kind of scene I'll encounter if I push the bedroom door open to go out—whether there's a black humanoid monster, and whether I'll fall directly from mid-air."

"Identified as having played the 'Foundation Grand Game' too much."

"I'm different; I just entered the next room and was instantly killed by 1983-2... Seriously, in a place where space has absolutely no rules, it's impossible to be prepared in advance."

"This shows the value of 'Neutron Annihilation' or 'Planetary Devastation'; just fire a shot at this ghost place, and no matter what kind of demons or monsters there are, they'll be turned to ashes directly!"

"I don't think that will work, unless you use anti-thaumaturgy weapons—the space of 1983-1 is clearly not naturally formed; maybe there's some reality bender behind it, or directly some divinity or supreme divinity playing tricks."

"I originally wanted to try to exhaust all spaces, number each scene, and see if I could build a model or find some patterns, but as soon as I thought the answer was about to be revealed, I gave up."

"Big boss, big boss."

When a group of players on the forum were discussing the disordered space inside the farmhouse.

On the screen, D-14134 had already entered the farmhouse.

"Warden, can you see it?"

"The image is clear. Next, rotate 360 degrees and film the entire room."

"Received."

D-14134 pursed his lips and turned in circles reluctantly.

Looking around, he noticed some anomalies he hadn't noticed when he first entered.

It was clearly daytime, and the room wasn't dark, but there were candles set up in the corners of the room, or some casually placed light strips.

Who did this... and why would they do this...

He tightened his grip on the gun; only the texture of the pistol and the heaviness after being loaded with silver bullets could make him feel at ease.

"Alright, now head to the kitchen." The command center's order came through.

"Understood."

D-14134 slowly placed his hand on the handle, turned it cautiously, and pushed the door open to enter.

Just then, a sense of foreboding surged in his heart.

In an instant, D-14134 felt his feet go empty, and his whole body fell downward.

"Fuck!"

He let out a low roar and gripped the handle tightly, which kept him from falling directly.

Feeling his arms gradually aching, D-14134 looked down and found that it wasn't some bottomless abyss beneath his feet.

But... why was it a supermarket?

And, many of the items on the shelves were gone; they might have been taken by the agents who entered before.

However, D-14134 didn't intend to jump down like that.

Not to mention this drop of about 3 meters, if he didn't land well and twisted his ankle, he might not be able to climb back up.

This was already an emergency among emergencies; he should go back.

Thinking this, D-14134 panted, his arms trembling as he exerted force, pulling his body up by sheer strength.

It's just that when he saw the scene in front of him clearly, he couldn't help but continue to curse:

"Holy..."

What was in front of him was no longer the doorway he had just passed through, nor the living room with the slightly eerie atmosphere.

But a study.

Several agents were lying inside, motionless, not even their chests rising or falling; they were clearly dead.

D-14134 panicked a little.

Only then did he realize that after witnessing such bizarre space distortion, the command center hadn't even tried to communicate with him.

Could it be...

D-14134 thought of a very bad possibility.

He hid his body in the shadow of the bookshelf, his heart beating like a drum.

The pistol was gripped tightly in his hand, his finger resting on the trigger.

An indescribable sense of oppression permeated the room, making him suffocate.

"Command?! Command?!" he called out.

But the only answer was a deathly silence.

The communication was cut off...

He suddenly remembered that a line more than twenty meters long was connected behind the camera.

There's still hope! There's still hope!

He hurriedly removed the camera from his body and took the line connected to the outside world in his hand.

This was a lifeline!

But strangely, this lifeline was oddly "left" with half of it hanging in the air.

At the location where the door should have been, the latter half of the line had vanished!

His pupils dilated slightly, he crouched down to examine it carefully.

No, it wasn't broken...

He exerted a little force with his left hand, trying to pull the line; there was no sense of obstruction, and a small section of the line appeared before his eyes.

There's a chance!

Can't I just feel my way out along the line?!

D-14134 was overjoyed.

He took a deep breath, his fingers feeling along the line inch by inch, trying to find the exit to this bizarre space.