SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 111 - 111 111 Unobservable Things_1

Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Unobservable Things_1 Chapter 111: Chapter 111 Unobservable Things_1 “No, I can’t continue to post today…”

Colin had just typed out his message and was about to send it when he suddenly felt an intense sense of crisis welling up from the depths of his heart.

Immediately after, he noticed that the limit Lady Bunny had mentioned—only 30 messages allowed per day—had been reached…

If he sent this message out, Colin had a premonition something not very good would happen.

Although he had no idea what specifically might occur…

But after some thought, he decided to follow his instincts and wait until after midnight to send the reminder.

“I hope nobody castrates themselves today.”

Colin muttered to himself, closed the peek screen, and opened his “fishing post” to take a look.

Those items that had escaped from “Passionate Paradise” were still without a lead…

With that information at hand, Colin gave up on seeking other props to stabilize his mind and started looking for summoning-type items similar to “Smiling Mountain of Corpses” and “Servant of Money,” or other powerful items not directly affecting emotions.

Unfortunately, aside from purchasing another “Decree Book·Fragment,” he found no other gains.

The “trading field” was swamped with humorous but useless items such as “batteries that make your body glow when held” or “combs that store one degree of electricity when used to brush your hair.”

Like “Slave to Money,” they were all F Level items, but the effectiveness was incomparably worse.

As for the “Wise Plain Glasses” he had bought earlier, Colin decided not to resell them after some consideration, since they could not be used in “Passionate Paradise” but might be useful in the future.

If their effects were combined with the negative effects of “The False Powerhouse,” he figured it would likely turn him into a confident idiot…

“Wonder if ‘Slave to Money’ could work in tandem with ‘Smiling Mountain of Corpses.’ Although the corpses would disappear, ‘Smiling Mountain of Corpses’ seems to have an ability to devour, it’s unclear if there’s a bonus from directly devouring the living…”

“Right, if there’s a chance, I need to see if I can get some firearms from my two employees. A ‘Good Brother’ with firearms and a ‘Good Brother’ with only swords and blades is nothing alike—the item actually has a pretty strong practicality, it’s just that the energy level it can exert isn’t high.”

“However, with appropriate utilization, let the Good Brother carry a dozen or so pounds of TNT on his back, and that energy level will shoot right up…”

After sitting in the shade of the trees for a while longer, Colin prepared to leave the neighborhood in his wheelchair.

Passing a corner of the park, a group of elderly men and women holding matchmaking ads instinctively wanted to approach him to advertise for their daughters, but the idea faded when they noticed he was in a wheelchair…

“What a pity, lad. Your features are quite handsome. If it weren’t for the wheelchair, my daughter who just graduated from Haida University with a PhD and got directly hired by a big company CEO, earning over five hundred thousand a year, might fancy you…”

“Oh dear, nowadays, the girls ah, if they don’t like the look of the men we recommend, they don’t want them. In my opinion, the handsome ones are all scum. Better choose someone honest. They don’t need to have much—just a car and a house will do. We’ve got eight apartments and six storefronts ourselves, so just getting by on the rent is good enough…”

“Hey, my son, who graduated from the chemistry department of the central institute with a PhD, is also without a girlfriend. He’s all about his career, career. I mean, he’s almost thirty and casually makes a few million a year. What’s the use of making so much money? He’s our only child, and if he doesn’t start a family, it makes me anxious…”

Some idle chatter wafted over from the “matchmaking corner” of the elderly men and women in the park.

Colin listened with a face full of black lines and hurriedly increased the speed of his wheelchair.

Back when his legs were fine, these people had stopped him before… One friend of his even entertained a bit of fantasy back then.

But later on, he discovered that the real purpose most of these elderly folks had for gathering here was not so much to arrange marriages for their children but to boast and show off their many years of nurtured full-spectrum skill ‘Pokémon.’

Or rather, it was just some elderly people’s version of Versailles Syndrome interactions…

If someone really came here with illusions, they would likely be shattered by the mental defenses of these middle-aged and elderly people.

Of course, occasionally there really are some outstanding individuals picked up by them, but those are mostly low-probability events.

After leaving the park, Colin went to the chain Fuji Red Braised Rice Restaurant for a meal, then returned to his room to wait for the “provincial earthquake drill” at three o’clock.

When the time reached two o’clock, Colin saw that there seemed to be quite a few fire engines and police cars appearing below.

Those people seemed to be making some preparations before the drill…

Many people stopped and curiously watched from the sides of the road.

In his room, Colin squinted at them and realized that some of these people seemed exceptional.

He twitched his nose and took several deep breaths.

“Indeed, there’s the scent of the Extraordinary Ones, pity I don’t recognize any of them. However, some emanate an aura that feels very familiar, it’s… the ‘Book of Fate’? What are they setting up? No matter what they are setting up, this so-called drill is certainly not as simple as I thought…”

Analyzing the scents in the air, a pensive look crossed Colin’s face.

However, although he could discern who among them was special, he could not analyze their specific abilities, nor did he know how the official organizational structure worked…

A while later, when the clock struck three, sirens blared from all around the town.

A portion of “extras” rushed out from shops, stairwells, rooms, and other places. Seeing this, other people followed suit, running in what seemed to be the direction of the park Colin had just returned from.

Bang, bang, bang…

A series of urgent knocks came from outside the door.

“Hurry, hurry, hurry! The earthquake is coming, come out quickly!”

“Coming, coming…”

Colin responded and turned back for one more look out the window before joining the action.

At this very moment, in this seemingly normal city, he felt as if he could see an invisible, intangible, yet omnipresent colossal form, filling every corner of the city.

It could not be observed with the naked eye; only those with strong enough intuition could feel its presence, covering the entire city like a shroud and extending countless fine threads from its massive body. Every one of these slender lines was precisely connected to an individual.

‘What is this thing? Is this what I observed when I was signing up?’

Colin felt this entity was not unfamiliar, as if it had always been there, only becoming “clearer” after the drill began.

Moreover, aside from a very few people who could detect it, there was no sign of anything unusual on most faces.

But regardless of whether it was noticed or not, everyone in the city was connected to it, including Colin himself.

Looking down, Colin glanced at his own chest and likewise “saw” a thin “line” extending from the position of his heart, leading to the invisible, intangible entity that could not be directly observed.

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