Time ticked by.
Thirty minutes had passed since Feng Bujue entered Billy's containment system.
During this period, the security team outside the door kept trying to communicate with the outside world. The only thing they could do was wait.
However, after thirty minutes, this kind of waiting... seemed to be unable to last any longer.
"Vice-captain... I... I think I saw something just now." A team member walked up to Gore and said in a trembling voice.
Although he was wearing a full-face mask, one could guess from his tone that his face was full of fear.
"Don't panic... I saw it too." Gore replied. "It's just a ghostly shadow, just an illusion... Just ignore it."
"But... but..." The team member continued. "I can still feel... He's hiding somewhere... He's staring at me."
"Yes, Vice-captain." At this time, the team member named Dan also came over. "Ever since I heard 513's bell, I've been having this feeling..."
"Me too..."
"What should we do? Vice-captain. "
The rest of the security team also came over. The fear in their hearts had already reached a critical point. All they needed was an opportunity, and their cowardice and timidity would be fully displayed.
"That's enough! Do you think I'm not afraid? " Gore suddenly shouted. As the saying goes, extreme fear breeds extreme anger. He shouted this to give himself and everyone else courage. "I heard 513's bell just like you all, and I feel the same way as you do! But fear can't solve any problems, so you'd better all buck up and face reality like a man! "
"Hehehe... Well said." At this second, a familiar voice suddenly came from the broadcast speaker in the laboratory. "Vice-captain Gore, you're the only fourth-level personnel in this team."
Hearing this, Gore raised his head, glanced around, and said loudly, "How did you get through..."
"That's not important." Feng Bujue knew very well what the other party wanted to ask, so he interrupted, "I know that you must be very confused now. The questions that bother you are 'why can I hear you talking', 'why can I speak through the radio', 'why can't you open the door of the containment room', and 'am I still in the containment room' …" He paused. "I'm sorry, but I don't have the time and interest to answer these questions one by one. What I can tell you is that I left the base 20 minutes ago. At this moment, I'm here to remind everyone out of humanitarianism … The spatial circulation effect that trapped you has disappeared. You can now leave through the freight channel. "
At this point, Brother Jue changed the topic. "Of course … even if you can make it to the emergency shelter, I'm afraid it's not going to end well." He always used a cheerful tone to announce bad news, and it was indeed annoying. "As for the reason … naturally, it's because of SCP-513 from earlier. I'm sorry to tell you that those who are affected by this SCP basically end up committing suicide. " He said it like it was none of his business. "As time goes by, the frequency of 513-1's appearance will increase, and it will cause very serious mental damage to you. Even if you force yourself to sleep with sleeping pills or knock yourself out, it'll be useless. This is because when you lose consciousness, he'll appear in your 'dreams' and launch a physical attack on you … This will cause you to wake up quickly. Over time, you will collapse due to this constant psychological pressure. Severe sleep loss will lead to paranoia, hostility, over-vigilance, and depression. At that time … death will be a relief. "
"You … didn't you hear 513's bell like us?!" A security team member heard this and shouted back. "How can you say it so casually?"
"Haha … I'm sorry, but I can't tell you the details." Feng Bujue smiled. "In any case, I'm different from you …"
Brother Jue was indeed not afraid. One, as a player, he would not enter a state of sleep or unconsciousness in the scenario, so 513-1 would not be able to attack him in his dreams. Two, he did not feel fear. Even if 513-1's' Glimpse Phenomenon 'appeared repeatedly (the interval usually ranged from 14 to 237 minutes), it would not cause him any psychological pressure.
"You b * stard …" When Gore heard this, he was getting impatient. "No matter who you are … even if you can escape for now, you won't be able to escape …"
"Lalalalala ~ I can't hear you, I can't hear you, lalalalala ~" Feng Bujue was like a child who had lost his mind. He yelled at the top of his lungs through the speaker. "Do whatever you want. After all, it has nothing to do with me anymore."
After saying that, his voice stopped abruptly.
Then, silence descended upon the lab.
One minute later, Dan spoke. "Vice captain, if what he said is true, then we …"
"This kid is very cunning. We cannot trust him …" Even though Gore was angry, he had not lost his rationality. "Based on my analysis … there are two purposes for him to tell us that …" He paused. "First, it is to create panic. Even if 513's effect is as he said, we might not die. He described it so vividly … he just wants to scare us and create pressure on us. " He thought about it and continued. "And his second purpose is to send us away … From how I see it, he is probably still hiding inside the Anomalous Project's containment room. The broadcast earlier was made by him using the power of the project." He scoffed. "Humph … If he really left this base twenty minutes ago, he wouldn't have bothered with us. What kind of humanitarian spirit is this? Does he think we're three years old? "
…
At the same time, in Corridor B3.
Feng Bujue carried Billy on his shoulder and walked at a leisurely pace.
At that moment, using Billy's power, he heard everything that Gore said word for word.
"As I expected … the NPC in this scenario is quite intelligent." Brother Jue said. "A level 4 security guard, under the premise of 513, can come up with this kind of analysis …"
"Even so …" Billy continued. "Doesn't that still not fall out of your calculation?" He turned around to look at Brother Jue. "The analysis that he came up with was completely within your expectations …"
"There is nothing to be proud of." Feng Bujue replied. "From escaping from the containment room to eavesdropping on their conversation to communicating with them through the broadcast … it was all done with your power. I couldn't have done all three of those things on my own. " His tone sounded sincere. "To put it simply … without the support of power, the plan is just a pipe dream."
"Hmm …" Billy looked at Brother Jue with a strange expression. "I didn't expect … there would be a moment of humility in you."
"What is it?" Feng Bujue asked. "I've always been a practical person."
"Haha …" Hearing that, Billy laughed but did not say anything.
"In any case …" Feng Bujue quickly changed the topic. "Just as I predicted … the seven people have stayed inside the lab and refused to leave." As he said that, he turned into a corner of the corridor. "We'll leave them there for now and wait for the 513's effect to show. Then, you can go and collect 'Panic Energy'."
"Er … Feng Bujue," Billy said. "You'd better not talk about 'Panic Energy'."
"What's wrong?" Brother Jue glanced at him. "Could it be … the way you absorb power … is still a secret?"
"That's right …" Billy replied. "Even those who are more powerful than me don't know that I grow in this way."
"It sounds like … if this secret is found out by the Four Pillar Gods and their confidants …" Feng Bujue muttered. "You'll be in trouble."
"I can't say 'in trouble'," Billy replied. "It's just … they may use this to limit the growth of my power."
"Then here's the question," Feng Bujue said. "This kind of critical information … is it really okay to reveal it to me?"
"To be honest … I'm very reluctant to tell you this," Billy replied. "But in order to escape from this universe, I have no choice but to tell you."
"Hmph … that's true." Feng Bujue sneered. "In a situation where your power is limited, you have to constantly collect and use Panic Energy to escape. If you insist on hiding this setting, it's very likely that it will cause a lot of inconvenience in the actual operation. "
"Furthermore …" Billy added, "With your intelligence, there's a high possibility that you'll come up with this setting on your own. After weighing the pros and cons … I think it's better to tell you myself. "
While they were talking, Feng Bujue had already carried Billy to the door of a containment room.
"Very good, the guards here are no longer here." Brother Jue opened the electronic door and looked at the empty space in front of him.
"I can't believe you thought of coming here to take this gun …" Billy said.
"When I saw this sign in the corridor, I wanted to come in and take it, but at the time, I was still unable to shake off the security personnel, so I had no choice." As Feng Bujue spoke, he had already walked into the laboratory. "Logically speaking, this thing shouldn't be in this base. I think the universe we're in should be one of the many parallel worlds where the SCP Foundation exists … so there are many details that are different from the information I know."
As he spoke, he had already walked to the middle of the containment room and stood in front of a safe.
[Project Number: SCP-1998]
[Project Grade: Safe]
[Special Containment Measures: SCP-1998 should be contained in a locked safe located at [REDACTED] site. Experiments related to SCP-1998 can only be conducted in accordance with the following measures: First, an application must be approved by the Foundation's Ethics Committee. They will provide suitable D-class personnel and the corresponding experimental parameters. Second, all information related to the experiment must be personally monitored by a representative of the Ethics Committee and shown to the other members of the committee through closed-circuit television. Third, SCP-1998 cannot be used for purposes other than experimental testing under any circumstances. Any personnel or departments that attempt to use SCP-1998 to distort the free will of D-class personnel for profit will be directly considered for demotion or reassignment.
[Description: SCP-1998 is a strange-looking handgun. Its creator and manufacturer are unknown. This handgun is controlled by a piston-shaped component directly under the barrel. SCP-1998 does not use any form of ammunition. Instead, it uses an unknown mechanism to fire energy pulses. SCP-1998's energy source is unknown. It does not require any external power source or energy source, although it does require a five-minute cooldown or reloading interval after each shot.
SCP-1998's beam of light is ineffective against all inorganic, inanimate, and non-human materials. It will dissipate after coming into contact with non-human bodies or clothing that comes into direct contact with human bodies. The energy pulses will also dissipate after traveling more than 20 meters.
SCP-1998's energy pulses mainly affect the human brain, especially the motor cortex, primary hearing cortex, and hippocampus. No matter where the energy pulses hit, those areas will be affected.
SCP-1998's target will experience three consecutive effects. First, the target will turn around and sit in front of the SCP-1998's operator. Placing obstacles in the target's path will cause the target's movement to become unstable and unbalanced. Once the target faces the operator while not standing, the target's movement will stop, regardless of whether the target's position is comfortable or not.
Second, the target will experience functional paralysis. The target will not be able to freely control their motor organs without making eye contact with the operator.
Third, the affected person will carefully listen to and remember everything the controller said during the period of paralysis. Any words conveyed to the affected person during this period of paralysis will be completely and perfectly remembered for the rest of their lives. Any instructions conveyed to the affected person during this period of paralysis will be completed as perfectly as possible after the end of the paralysis. This period of "receiving information" will last for approximately 19 minutes. After that, the target will regain control of their motor organs.
SCP-1998's target will enter a state of continuous shock and psychological trauma for a period of time. This is thought to be related to severe physical pain (described by two test subjects as "unbearable pain" and "like being in hell"). This pain is caused by exposure to SCP-1998.
[Addendum 1998-1: SCP-1998 was discovered by a group of hikers walking along the Natchez Highway National Scenic Trail in Western Tennessee. It was contained in a cardboard box. The label used a mixture of Latin and Cherokee grammar and was written in the Greek alphabet. The translation of these labels is incomprehensible.
[Footnote: It has been confirmed through experiments that giving an impossible task (an order that violates the laws of physics) will cause the target to not follow the order and act. However, they will feel regret and low self-esteem because they think they have "failed". The target who is given an order that may cause physical discomfort or danger will carry out the order and ignore the potential danger. They will always try to refuse treatment for unhealed wounds caused during the mission.]
Although this SCP project was classified as "Safe", in terms of its actual effect … If it fell into the hands of someone like Feng Bujue, the destruction of the world was just around the corner.
When Brother Jue first saw this entry, his first reaction was … this so-called "standard mental focus enhancer", wasn't it the pistol version of "GEASS"? And there were no side effects. Then his second reaction was to have all kinds of thoughts … but those were not detailed here.
"Hmm … So it does require a key to open it …" After testing it in front of the safe, Feng Bujue mumbled to himself.
"That's troublesome …" Billy continued. "For a project like this, the key is either with the manager of this floor or with the manager of this base. And those people … are now either in the emergency shelter or the command center. "He paused for half a second." Of course … they could have died somewhere in the base. "
"Can't you use your ability to take out the thing inside?" Feng Bujue asked.
Billy hesitated for half a second. "I can … but …"
"Will it consume a lot of energy?" Feng Bujue guessed the concern.
"Using the space grafting ability to get you out of my own containment room, using the ability to sense the area to help you eavesdrop on the security team, and using the mechanical interference ability to help you speak through the radio … these are all very energy-consuming." Billy continued. "Other than that, I have to maintain the video and audio signal blocking on B3 … Even though before today, I've been dormant for a long time and have accumulated a lot of energy, but …"
"Okay, I won't bother you anymore." Feng Bujue said, "But then again … are you really 'limited to a large extent'? You can still use so many abilities at the same time … "
"It's just some small tricks." Billy smiled bitterly. "I'm different from guys like Sam Montier or Labitte who have physical combat ability. All my power is reflected in psychokinesis, space power, and various long-range interference abilities." He shook his head. "Do you think I'm still that strong? Stop joking … In the main universe, as long as the 'system' allows it, I can even arrange the structure of the scenario on my own. But what about here? I can't even look at the folded space I created … A straight corridor with a loop every few hundred meters … What the hell … "
"Hmm … So, you're quite ambitious." Feng Bujue narrowed his eyes.
"That's enough … Instead of testing and mocking me …" Billy already knew what his Brother Bujue was up to. He exposed him and said, "Why don't you think about how to open this safe?"
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