SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 199 - 199 199 Holys Guidance_1

Chapter 199: Chapter 199 “Holy’s Guidance”_1 Chapter 199: Chapter 199 “Holy’s Guidance”_1 The “Bonfire Sacrificial Site” was still at level one, with less than half a month of burn time remaining.

In addition, he didn’t know if it was because there were some more believers, but Colin noticed that the “Murky Energy Block,” which originally took 24 hours to produce, now only took 20 hours.

“Not bad, if it’s the believers that have reduced the time, then when more refugees come over, this time when I go back, I should be able to get about 10 pieces.”

“For an upgrade, you need a monster at a similar third stage of ‘Beast Transformation Syndrome,’ pity I forgot to collect those…”

“The remaining burn time isn’t a big issue, I just need to hunt something down and toss it in later…”

After briefly checking the information above, Colin withdrew his gaze.

In the following time, he didn’t just sit idly inside the church but went out to help everyone settle these sorrowful locals.

Even if Colin didn’t need to do anything, just his appearance alone significantly boosted the refugees’ morale, and they also became more compliant.

Colin found a place to sit casually and took on the role of a mascot of sorts.

“If every time I come over, I could work like this, lying around and slacking off, it doesn’t seem too bad.”

Pulling out a chocolate bar and putting it into his mouth, Colin squinted his eyes, a trace of contentment on his face.

The first day passed quickly, and the world’s eerie night came once more—Lin Yilan looked at the scene before her with a strange expression. It was her first time seeing such a peculiar phenomenon where the night was brighter than the day, and then the light and the darkness were distinctly separate from each other.

However, she didn’t remain shocked for long; she continued to clean the thick water on a refugee’s leg and pulled out the wriggling parasites inside…

After half a day of healing, she had a clearer idea of what medication she should bring next time.

The night passed without incident, and when day two was only about halfway through, the Warden’s nephew brought another group of over two hundred refugees for Colin to take in, then left again to bring in another batch of people.

“Boss, we’re short on management staff…” Li Ming, seeing Colin sitting in front of the church “doing nothing,” couldn’t help but come over and complain.

It was one thing having three hundred people yesterday, but today several hundred more arrived, and it looked like another batch might come before long…

The key issue was that they only had three employees on the job, plus one slacker; they simply couldn’t manage, let alone handle occasional disturbances among the refugees, such as fighting to get a better spot in line.

At this moment, the main reason he reported to Colin was to hope they could recruit more staff since three of them plus 12 “Money Slaves” were not enough.

‘It’s no use looking at me now, I don’t have the authority to recruit people…’ Colin muttered internally, and said expressionlessly, “I can’t call people right now. It’s a special time; please bear with it. If we’re short on hands, we can train some from the crowd. Don’t always think about relying on external help, use your brain more, rely on yourself…”

People they trained weren’t immediately usable. They already had trouble speaking one or two words, and were troubles themselves… Seeing the boss skillfully push the issue back, Li Ming didn’t say more and returned to his post with dark circles under his eyes, helping those later arrivals write their identity wooden tags.

“Next time I come in, I indeed need to speak with Lady Bunny and see if we can hire more labor.”

Colin took in the situation of his territory.

With the Warden’s nephew’s third arrival, the number of refugees had broken through a thousand. It was indeed challenging to manage them with only three people, even though the refugees were all very obedient.

There would always be this or that minor issue…

And according to the Warden’s nephew, there were at least another seven or eight thousand refugees needing to be relocated, which made everyone’s heads ache.

They only had enough food this time to support just over two thousand people; any more than that would be impossible…

As time ticked by, on the third day, a female practitioner named Vanessa arrived here with a few hundred people—ready to rest in a nearby town, only to find the closest town had been leveled. In the end, she chose to bring her group of “Magic Fog Disaster” survivors here.

However, upon reaching this eerie death land and seeing the church amidst it, Vanessa’s expression became indescribably strange.

She narrowed her eyes and carefully examined the mark on the church—a round sun with lines of varying lengths around it representing rays of light, and the entirely white walls of the church.

“Is this…if I’m not mistaken, isn’t this our church?” Vanessa couldn’t help but say.

However, she had been to the “Knight Kingdom” a few times and had never heard of a church there.

But she didn’t think much of it; seeing those thin but spirited refugees on the territory, she felt that the church wasn’t a big deal in their hands.

After all, under the sanctions of various countries, the “Church of Light” was not allowed to actively recruit believers, so it didn’t matter whether they had a church.

After a brief exchange with Colin, eating the delicious block-shaped food he handed her, and watching the busy figures on the estate, Vanessa suddenly felt a pang of guilt.

“By the way, is there anything I can help with?”

Finally, she spoke up, and since you were the one who offered, don’t blame me for not holding back…

Colin said with a troubled look, “Although I don’t want to bother a guest, as you can see, I really do need some help over here.”

“No problem, just give me some food, I have quite a few people with me, over sixty, plus seven or eight church members…”

“That’s not a big issue; I may have even more people here, around a thousand or so that need your help with settling and distributing food…”

“How many???”

Vanessa was taken aback, pointing to her wheat-colored face, “Over a thousand people? And you want just a few of us to handle this…”

As a grassroots clergy member, she knew what managing a thousand people entailed, but just as she was about to say that might be too much, Colin interrupted her with a grateful look:

“I appreciate it.”

After speaking, he had Li Ming come up to take over the liaison with her.

Vanessa looked at Li Ming’s thick dark circles under his eyes and felt his intense fatigue, becoming involuntarily silent.

She suddenly thought that accepting the “chocolate” from Colin’s hand might have been a hasty decision.

No… more precisely, perhaps coming here under the “Holy’s Guidance” was a bit too hasty.

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Time passed quickly, and after several days of initial chaos, the situation at the Bonfire Sacrificial Ground finally stabilized, with the number of people settling at around three thousand, leaving the rest for later.

The food they originally brought was almost gone.

However, fortunately…

As time ticked away, Colin managed to hold on till the seventh day, and the “downfall event” was about to end.

Soon, as the chimes rang in his ears, Colin returned to reality.

As soon as he returned, Colin immediately felt his Yukionna issuing continuous warnings on his wrist.

Before he could understand what it was trying to tell him, he opened his eyes to find that in room 801, still filled with a large amount of materials, the atmosphere was somewhat tense. Qin Chuan and others carefully watched outside the window, as if on the lookout for something.

Shaking his head to dispel the trancelike feeling of transitioning between two worlds, Colin took a deep breath.

In the air lingered a strong fishy smell…

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