Chapter 796

For no other reason:

He had reached the center of the room, standing beside the pile of necrotic hearts.

I don't know if it was an illusion or a problem with the dim light.

They seemed to be still beating slightly, seemingly maintaining their last gasp.

D-14134 pulled out his dagger, stepped forward quickly, and slashed down knife by knife.

Every time the blade fell, several hearts were pierced, and thin liquid spurted out from within.

Dark red, and with a fermented stench.

Those things that were originally half-split were now completely split in two, broken and severed.

Splitting along with them were the monsters that rushed over.

--They didn't let out death-before-death howls, but immediately vanished before his eyes.

Even though the last shadow dispersed like clouds and mist, D-14134 still held the dagger in one hand and the gun in the other.

Looking around vigilantly.

Until there was nothing moving in this room except him and the flame jumping on the top of the candle.

Only then did he let out a sigh of relief and sit down on the spot.

Immediately, the soreness of muscles and the fatigue after mental tension surged like a tide.

Admittedly, staying here was very likely to be discovered by other wandering monsters.

But now, he was exhausted, not even wanting to move his fingers, let alone walk or avoid possible monsters.

One, two, three...

D-14134 counted his heartbeats silently, estimating the seconds, cooling his body.

The heart drummed in his eardrums, and his nose and mouth were on fire in his chest.

He panted, looked around, and inspected his combat achievements.

That pile of hearts was rapidly "evaporating".

First, the disgusting beating stopped, then it quickly withered, turned into black fragments, scattered into invisible dust, and dissipated.

Like paper burned by a fierce fire, then blown by the wind.

An extremely unreal joy filled D-14134's heart.

Just like the clarity the moment you wake up from a nightmare, just like the relief the moment the school physical test ends.

Did it...

And, survived...

D-14134 was exhausted, and smiled exhaustedly.

Looking at D-14134's exhausted appearance, both ordinary viewers and players expressed their respect across the river of time.

In the monster nest with no reinforcements, no supplies, full of dangers, and not suitable for human survival.

One person fought.

And successfully destroyed one of the strongholds, killing a batch of monsters.

Such an achievement is enough to be called a superhuman result.

"This is a real tough guy; if he hadn't become D-class personnel, but entered the Foundation through formal procedures, he would at least be an elite in the Mobile Task Force, and getting Level 5 clearance wouldn't be impossible."

"Not to mention anything else, this reaction speed isn't something an ordinary person can achieve; relying on instinct to dodge attacks in the blind spot of vision, his combat instinct is very strong."

"I've disgraced human ancestors; after hundreds of thousands of years, I can't even do this operation in the game..."

The body gradually relaxed, and the fatigue slightly receded.

D-14134's thoughts were also able to stay away temporarily; as his eyes closed, he escaped the dimension of reality and returned to the realm of memory.

Having made up his mind to do something, D-14134 went to explore the nest that Barclay mentioned in the report.

But unexpectedly found that the number of hearts piled inside and the scale of the monsters were far from reaching the level the agent said.

After discovering several similar nests, he realized that these monsters also sensed danger.

They might also understand that eggs cannot be put in one basket, so they divided the nest that was originally equivalent to their headquarters into multiple "strongholds" to avoid being wiped out in one pot.

Before today, he didn't know if his guess was correct, nor could he know whether these humanoid monsters were driven by instinct or possessed intelligence.

He only understood one thing—the situation was favorable to him.

If it were really as revealed in the intelligence, with dozens or hundreds of monsters entrenched in the nest.

Then the most likely situation would be that after eliminating a few or a dozen monsters, he would become a quiet corpse.

In the Foundation, D-14134 would be one of the damaged objects on the D-class personnel list.

As for now?

He rested here for more than half a minute, and the monsters still didn't roar into the room, take his heart, and tear his body apart.

This means a lot.

Those monsters don't share vision, don't share thinking, and don't share feelings.

They also can't "see" him with the help of shadows that can be seen everywhere.

D-14134 saw the glimmer of light hidden in the darkness, and it was constantly enlarging.

He is ending hell!

Rested enough... D-14134 thought.

Then, he supported the ground with one hand and tried to stand up.

Turning his head inadvertently, his gaze paused slightly, attracted by the wall.

It was covered with various unknown symbols, the handwriting was sloppy and ferocious.

The paint used presented an uncomfortable dark red; he guessed it was blood, but there was no evidence.

This wasn't the first time he had seen this thing.

In the process of collecting supplies, D-14134 had seen it many times in different fragmented spaces, and it always appeared in unexpected places.

It wasn't just symbols, but also various other indescribable bloody graffiti, like a cult sacrifice.

His gaze shifted to the middle of the room; the pile of hearts had now turned to ashes, revealing what was underneath.

A small altar, half a meter high, with complex and strange patterns in the middle.

He walked over and fiddled with it simply, but found nothing.

D-14134 was not an expert in this area; he didn't know how many organizations existed on the surface of the entire Federation, let alone this kind of thing that clearly only existed in the shadows.

What's more, his memory had been washed since the day he became D-class personnel.

After looking at it casually and gaining nothing, he retracted his gaze indifferently.

What this is, is a matter for the Foundation to consider; the only thing he has to do is "clean up".

And try to survive.

By the day all the small nests are cleared, he should be able to regain his freedom.

Maybe, the Foundation, seeing that he solved this anomaly alone, could find him an idle job, at least without dealing with SCPs...

He fantasized while counting silently in his heart... one minute was almost up.

Just this little time was definitely not enough to fully recover, but it was much better than being dead or alive.

D-14134 took a deep breath, driving away the fantasies that would paralyze his will.

--There are still many monsters in this farmhouse, and this room is not safe either.

D-14134 tightened his grip on the gun, tightened his muscles, and carefully approached the door.

After confirming that there was no movement outside, he pushed the door and ran away.