Chapter 805

It felt wonderful; this was simply the most perfect day of its life.

The Lord was approaching, surrounding it, showering it with love exclusive to it.

It could feel it.

And this was what it deserved.

All the efforts made, all the struggles of the past, were rewarded at this moment.

Its little dissatisfactions, the slight complaints that flashed by, all vanished into thin air at this moment.

Intoxicated...

It was intoxicated by it.

"Ah...!!!"

Until a shout broke this beauty.

It opened its eyes in annoyance, wanting to see who it was.

But the answer was already known the moment it opened its eyes:

D-14134's hair was disheveled, his eyes were dazed, and his limbs were flailing uncontrollably.

—Who else could it be besides him?

He stumbled to his feet and tried to run toward the outside of the room with the same messy pace, nearly tripping over himself several times along the way.

After finally reaching the door, he stopped abruptly and looked up at the wall in front of him; the door that had been there before had disappeared.

He trembled all over, looking at this wall that cut off his last bit of hope, his legs kneeling down weakly, his hands clenching into fists, weakly pounding the wall, as if hoping to knock out a path.

The black shadow watched all this coldly, a real farce performed by a non-clown actor.

Not long ago, they had sealed all the portals to this room to avoid any possible interference.

That person should be able to see that.

The best ending was to wait quietly for death here.

But looking at him now, it was clear that he had already lost all hope, was on the verge of despair, and his reason had been completely destroyed.

Like a fish thrown onto the shore, using its last bit of strength to flop, finally dying in exhaustion.

It closed its eyes again, no longer distracted by looking at him.

The Lord's embrace was becoming more intense; it couldn't be distracted at this moment.

Let that little fish keep flopping; it wouldn't make much of a splash anyway.

Even if he really got out of this room, he couldn't escape this place, let alone survive; this was completely futile.

Beside him, D-14134 seemed unwilling to give up, holding onto the wall and standing up shakily again.

· ·Seeking flowers··· 0

He caught his breath, remembered where he started, and felt his way toward the remaining walls of the room.

With every step he took, his hands desperately groped around on them.

As if hoping to find a switch or something in some corner that would let him out.

His pistol and knife were both at his waist.

But surprisingly, a glass bottle containing some solution was also tied to his waist with a rope.

The mouth of the bottle was open, without a cap, and the liquid inside swayed with his body, occasionally spilling out and landing on the dry wooden floor.

Every drowning person will struggle.

D-14134 was no exception.

He desperately wanted to grab a straw, even if this thing looked completely useless.

But reality was clearly not as beautiful as imagined; D-14134's final death throes were, as expected, fruitless.

His breathing became more rapid, his arms waved more violently, and his footsteps along the wall became faster and faster, until finally he started running directly.

The last remaining bit of hope was gone, and he went completely crazy, running regardless of anything.

The container tied to his waist shook more violently, the liquid flowing down like a silver thread, leaving a trail of water all the way.

Finally, he ran a circle around the room and returned to the starting point, still finding no way out.

But unusually.

His eyes were unusually calm at this moment, no longer having the despair from before.

D-14134 turned to look at the shadow monster's side; very good, he hadn't attracted its attention, now starting the next step.

He gritted his teeth, took a deep breath, and pulled the knife from his waist...

……

From D-14134's initial collapse, to suddenly coming up with an idea, to the flawless performance, the audience saw it all.

Asking themselves, the vast majority of people felt they couldn't do it.

Such a scene was a comprehensive test of a person: intelligence, physical fitness, psychological quality...

If this were a superhero movie, perhaps one could find various reasons to shirk it.

But in front of a D-Class personnel, all excuses were ineffective.

It's impossible to say that D-14134 was physically sound, or had withstood the layers of tests of the anomalies...

"This acting is impeccable; if born in the present, rather than the ancient era, it would be hard not to become a famous actor."

"So... can any big shot explain his plan? I didn't think of anything myself, and even after some hints, I still don't know anything..."

"I have some ideas, but before the mystery is revealed, I choose to shut up... I'm afraid of being slapped in the face by 1983-2 again."

"That's right, stay humble; I fell for the trap of 'SCP-1983' completely, and my face still hurts; I definitely won't speak confidently this time."

……

Inside the room, the shadow still waited quietly for the Lord's arrival.

But it was disturbed once again.

This time it wasn't a sound, but some kind of spiritual induction.

It looked toward the center and was shocked to find that the bug was standing on the altar in the very center.

Head held high, chest out, staring at it.

The look in his eyes was full of disregard for life and death, completely opposite to his previous attitude.

But relatively speaking, what attracted it more was not the abnormal mental state, but his appearance at this moment:

He was covered in blood from head to toe, with many scratches all over his body.

None were fatal, but they would cause a large amount of bleeding.

He had become a bloody man, his face pale, having lost a lot of blood.

Blood kept pouring out from the wounds on his body, gathering on his torso, and flowing onto the altar beneath his feet.

And there was some kind of connection between it and the altar, and it could feel the bloodiness spreading on it.

"What are you doing."

It was slightly surprised, but that was all.

Had this D-Class personnel gone crazy? Or was he seeking the Lord's love, "evolving" into a higher form?

If that were really the case, then it could also praise the other party for finding the only way to survive in a desperate situation.

But how much could he know about the altar and the ritual?

To actually fantasize about starting the ritual alone, relying solely on his ignorant fantasies about the Lord.

However, things did not proceed as the black shadow had thought.

D-14134's emotions were unexpectedly calm at this moment.

"Do you remember what you said?" he said.

"When the heart loses the energy supplied by the body, but has not yet completely died, you can use the 'key' to open the lock of the cage."

"But don't forget..."

He shook violently, as if in a spasm, but it was more likely a negative effect brought on by excessive blood loss.

He took a few fierce breaths, forcing his heart and lungs to operate at high load, continuing to maintain an upright position, continuing to stand on the altar, not falling off it.

"The key, besides opening the lock, can also relock the lock."