SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 169 - 169 169 Choose Your Own Trial Event_1

Chapter 169: 169 Chapter “Choose Your Own Trial Event”_1 Chapter 169: 169 Chapter “Choose Your Own Trial Event”_1 “And what’s this?”

Colin stared at the item in surprise, and then he remembered that half a month ago, Bonfire Company had mentioned turning a segment of his experience into a replica and then offering it for Points.

It’s just that with a pile of things recently, he had almost forgotten about it.

Seeing the prompt now, he pondered for a moment and didn’t hesitate to select “Yes.”

Immediately after, he watched the chat room scroll and, after thinking for a moment, he composed a message and sent it.

“Thanks for the concern, everyone. I’m doing quite alright…”

When the message was sent, the already lively chat room erupted in an instant.

Messages with @ filled the entire field of view in an instant.

Colin squinted his eyes and took a quick look; among these messages…

some were asking what gear he had opened; some wanted to pay to know what had happened; others asked if he would sell his gear for a hundred million, even Purple Gear would do; there were also those saying to shut it down, it’s meaningless; and ones crying for help, begging him to join a mission to save them…

However, apart from responding to Two-Faced telling him his good buddy was done for, Colin ignored the rest, merely glanced at them, and continued to type and post messages.

“Unnamed123456”: Later today, my original replica “World Code-13-1” will officially go live. I will share part of my personal experience in “World Code-13” with all of you, offering an experience of the trials of the “Incursion Project” without paying the price of death, showcasing both literature and art, and a taste of exotic culture. I hope for everyone’s support…

…

“Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦”: Brother Shunzi, how many alien girlfriends do you have in the Other World?

“White Cute Cuddle”: Storytelling isn’t the same as fabricating, and changing isn’t inventing…

“Miss Nell’s Dog”: Damn, Brother Shunzi’s famed Incursion Project experience? That’s a must-see. Those wanting to experience the “Incursion Project”, hurry up. Today, I’m reimbursing thirty spots for the “Incursion Project”, first come first serve!

“Loafing Immortal”: I’m reimbursing fifty spots!

…

“Looking at this heat, I should be able to make a hefty sum. It seems my Talent has found its place…”

Colin casually reposted the original message to spread the word, knowing that besides the chat room, many other people were unaware of it. But posting would allow more chives, no, Employees to join in and experience the exotic culture.

Afterward, using his creator status, Colin glanced at the general content of “World Code-13-1.”

The company had turned it into a team-type replica, and it was a mission for thirteen people…

“Whoa, the participant requirements aren’t low. It suggests one D Level, about three E Levels, and around ten F Levels. The mission objective seems to have changed a bit, though it appears to be minor things…”

“Helena and the others seem to have been changed too, using new character models?”

Colin pursed his lips; he could only see the introduction and didn’t know much about the changes.

Then, he checked some other events under the “Personal Trial Incidents” and found that the current most participated-in incident was named “An Ordinary Day.”

The total number of participations was 699, twenty Points for one experience, and the brief description was simple: On this day, you walk the streets bustling with traffic as usual, seeing familiar faces everywhere…

Subsequently, the forum’s ratings were unanimously positive.

“Is it really that good?”

Colin looked skeptical, his intuition telling him there was probably a catch.

But…

“Twenty Points, I’ll give it a try. Since others are supporting my event, I should support theirs as well.”

Colin thought for a moment, paid 20 Points, and accepted the mission.

[Mission “An Ordinary Day” loading, would you like to start the mission now?]

“Yes.”

Colin glanced at “Yukionna,” checked the time, and after taking her back into his ring, he chose “Yes.”

Immediately after, Colin’s vision blurred, and he found himself on a strange street, wearing a different set of clothes, a sharp suit.

“This isn’t domestic, is it?”

Colin stood there, stunned, as the buildings around him appeared very old, with electrical wires everywhere, the ground damp, and many short-statured people wearing white shirts bustling about the streets, along with some in military attire made of cloth.

From the faces of these people and some of the words on the buildings that seemed to be from the last century…

“Is this Neon Island?”

Colin recognized the place, but wasn’t sure exactly where on this small island nation he was.

At that moment, a line of information appeared on his retina.

[On the morning of August 6, 1945, at 8:12:57 AM, you are walking on a street in Hiroshima just after breakfast, preparing to apply to become an officer and serve the Emperor…]

“The year 1945… This time.”

Colin suddenly had a very bad feeling, but before he could think further, his scalp tingled fiercely, and a strong sense of palpitations exploded in his heart, along with a flash of an image in his mind—

“What’s going on? Where is the enemy? How do I dodge this?”

Colin was confused, and it was at that moment that a buzzing sound came to his ears…

He had a realization, looked up while squinting his eyes, and saw something falling from the sky above him, slightly off-center but almost right overhead.

It looked like a giant iron ball, and behind the ball was a simple square tail fin…

It was also at this moment that Colin had a sudden burst of clarity.

“August 6, 1945, Neon, Hiroshima, 8:12 in the morning, that thing…”

Colin watched as the iron ball fell, his pupils shrinking:

“F*ck, an atomic…”

Before he could finish, a strong light suddenly burst from that large iron ball in mid-air, and in an instant flash of light, Colin lost consciousness as the intense wave of light caused him to evaporate on the spot, and the ensuing high temperature completely incinerated him.

[Mission failed.]

Colin opened his eyes, took several deep breaths, sat up, looked at the parchment in front of him, and after a long silence couldn’t help but curse, “Damn it, who the f*ck is so messed up to make this an event.”

He never dreamed that one day he would be bombed by an atomic bomb.

The person who set up this task sure had a twisted sense of humor…

“And all those who gave it a good rating…”

Colin cursed, and then he angrily gave a good rating—damn it, might as well scam someone if he could, he wouldn’t take the fall alone.

“However, it seems like you need to be alive to do this task, right? Which bastard is so cruel that an atomic bomb couldn’t kill him? Oh, I almost forgot, some special items might avert such a fate.”

Colin pondered for a moment, but unfortunately, he did not have such an item on him.

Even two Golden Cards wouldn’t save him from an atomic bomb.

“Dog Brother’s item might work, it seems capable of phasing itself, vanishing into the earth.”

Colin thoughtfully realized that although items have different qualities, what’s more important is whether they’re suitable for the situation.

After calming down from the shock of the atomic bombing, he opened the “Trade Fair-Marketplace” and saw that, with the increase in his permissions, there were indeed some new things.