SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 220 - 220 220 Even God cant escape the fate of

Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Even “God” can’t escape the fate of working. _1 Chapter 220: Chapter 220 Even “God” can’t escape the fate of working. _1 “I heard the first catastrophe of this world originated from the deep sea? And what’s with those fishmen?” Colin directly asked, seeking to understand the inside story of that year.

In the mouth of “Dawn’s Light,” the first calamity was caused by the one before him.

But now… He looked abnormal, yet seemingly still in a normal state.

“That was my struggle before my death, beyond my control, after all, the process of being stripped of my divinity was not as easy as you might imagine, but filled with pain. Some leaked power was enough to turn the world upside down, causing humans to undergo transformations…”

“After they successfully plotted to leave, I, in my dying moments, fulfilled my agreement with that man, quelled the subsequent disasters, made the sea water retreat back to the ocean, and temporarily dragged some containment subjects back to the sea to reseal and suppress them…”

“As for how those transformed humans interpreted my actions, I’m not sure, as at that time I was merely a rapidly decaying corpse…”

“Mother of the Sea” even cracked a dark joke about herself, then she continued to respond.

“I thought I would be extinguished, but unexpectedly, I was resurrected…”

“Of course, I don’t recognize the thing that resurrected me, but it doesn’t seem to have any good intentions either.”

“Throughout the process of being parasitically controlled, I could feel that its purpose was simple, it seemed to plan on obtaining all the biomass of the world, bringing all lives back to its palace, and thereby achieving some goal…”

“I don’t know why, but what I can tell you is, it is extremely powerful, even among those beings you label as ‘gods,’ it belongs to the elites, at least it is one of those at the top, holding a dominator’s status.”

“…”

Could that “Red Moon,” which was terrifying enough for a single person to form a football team, be so fearsome?

Colin could sense the dread in the words of the deep sea being before him, but what was with the return to its “palace” sounding so odd?

However, just as he was about to say something, a sluggish yellow light slowly covered the area, a faint sense of weariness sprouting within Colin…

In the distance, the twilight world was approaching.

And that twilight light, all of it, came from one “Twilight Angel” with a halo atop its thousands of kilometers large body.

“Mother of the Sea” turned her body as if she was watching the “Twilight Angel,” soon discerning something:

“I know its original form, it was also one of the ‘Level 1 Containment Subjects’ that I once suppressed, seems to be called something like ‘Twilight Undead’…

“And now it looks like this—if nothing unexpected happens, those former ‘Bonfire Camp’ members must have tried to initiate the ‘Bonfire Protocol’ by aggregating a large number of human consciousnesses, replacing its original consciousness, and completing a collective ascension. It’s a very bold move. They did succeed, just not many…”

“In some sense, those humans are remarkable, because to a certain extent, this thing has taken over my role, suppressing most of the subsequent dangers during my time, creating a space for existing humans to survive.

“However, looking at it now, it seems to be coming for me…”

“After it merged with a part of the ‘Seventh Box Garden World Firewall Protocol,’ it will instinctively deal with those out-of-control Level 2 and even Level 1 containment subjects, although I’m not a containment subject, and I could even be considered an ‘Administrator,’ but in its current state, it won’t differentiate these details…”

“Mother of the Sea” turned back, looking at Colin: “Actually, under normal circumstances, I can’t help you leave, but there is a ‘Firebearer’ aura on you.

“‘Firebearers’ have a relatively special status within the ‘Bonfire Camp’…

“So, a day from now, not far from here by the sea, after you come over, I will try to assist you in leaving this place, whether it will be successful, I’m not sure…

“Before that, you can collect some information about this place, perhaps there will be other gains. Moreover, you should be prepared for the trouble you may encounter when leaving here.

“After all, it’s not just you who wants to leave.”

“Are you referring to other containment subjects that have lost control?” Colin asked, puzzled.

“Yes, at least ten ‘Level 2’ and above containment subjects will try to escape at that moment.”

“I understand…”

“Good, then finally, I hope that you can trigger the power of that revolver, as a ‘Firebearer,’ to lift all contractual limitations on me, so that in a special moment, a ‘Firebearer,’ or someone temporarily recognized by it, will always have special authority to act.”

Hearing this, Colin felt a sinking feeling deep down, as if everything the other party had said was a prelude for this moment, leading to the revelation of their true intentions.

“The contract still has several years before it ends, but I can’t work until that moment anyway. And with its presence, I’m unable to attempt certain forbidden actions, such as opening some passages to leave…”

Oh, this…

Hearing Its words, Colin increasingly felt that the “Bonfire Company” was rather undesirable.

Even a being as powerful as an Ancient God couldn’t escape the fate of working to death…

Of course, all of this could also be a lie, just to make him release those contracts.

After pondering for a moment, Colin drew his revolver, the flames on his body deepening, while in front of him the massive Deep Sea Ancient God’s tentacles waved, and characters seemed to be written in flames appeared in the air.

The script was unfamiliar and bizarre because it was composed of flames, indecipherable to others.

However, Colin, the one triggering the flames, was able to directly make out some of the content…

One thing was for sure, it indeed was a contract.

“A contract lasting eight hundred years, the gist of it being, no days off, 24/7, no entertainment, to assist administrators dispatched by the ‘Bonfire Camp’, dealing with various Containment Subjects of the Seventh Box Garden Space, followed by a whole bunch of restrictive clauses, and in the end, there’s no salary…”

Hisss… Reading this made Colin’s scalp tingle, and he couldn’t help but think that even capitalists would yield to such extortionate terms.

The reason the other party had signed this was that some employee of the company promised to help It repair an egg in Colin’s mind, which was damaged for unknown reasons.

“I don’t even know what’s being hatched, but as a Deity, to be willing to sell oneself for eight hundred years to a company… Is it for Its own progeny? Maternal love is indeed fierce…”

Colin pursed his lips, and after brief contemplation, as if guided by instinct, he said, “In my capacity as the Firebearer’s proxy, I, Colin, hereby exercise special authority to suspend this agreement.”

As his words fell, the flames in the sky slowly dimmed and eventually extinguished in the air.

Then, bursts of lightning erupted on the body of the “Mother of the Sea,” accompanied by wild, stretching bolts and a bizarre, inhuman laughter.

“Hahaha, I’m finally free!!!”

Colin’s heart skipped a beat, worried that the other party might reveal its true nature.

“Finally, I can do some things I want to do, ahahaha!” The terrifying voice echoed in Colin’s mind, and the surrounding air vibrated with Its emotions.

This scene was as if the apocalypse was imminent.

Colin took a deep breath and braced himself to ask, “Things you want to do?”

Could it be a revenge against humanity?

“That would be, rightfully, to surf freely in the sea. Because of the contract, I haven’t truly touched seawater for almost eight hundred years…”

The Deep Sea Ancient God seemed to break free from shackles in a flash, diving into the ocean tens of kilometers away, swimming gleefully like a sprite of the sea, filled with indescribable satisfaction in its cries.

And then, more words appeared in Colin’s mind.

“Hahaha, about the way to leave, I lied to you, I’m about to die, resisting or not resisting the contract is irrelevant…”

“But… I really did want to have a swim, to chase after schools of fish, to sunbathe on the beach, to enjoy a big squid…”

“Considering you have the courage to do so… I’ll tell you something more. Once that guy returns to reality, it means the real world will no longer be peaceful; strife and turmoil will soon descend, and disasters will follow. It may not even take three years for the apocalypse to start unfolding…”

“2044 symbolizes the end of everything, not the beginning…”

“Be wary of the emergence and occurrence of things associated with plague, mutation, usurpation, chaos… that sort of thing.”

“Lastly, those ‘Fishmen’ will receive my will, and will no longer harbor hatred towards you all…”

“At the very end, if you can communicate with those creatures, tell them that although gender is not important to me, if we must get technical, I should be considered male. I prefer ‘Father of the Sea’ over ‘Mother of the Sea’…”

“…”

Before the coming twilight, a multitude of ugly “Fishmen” followed that freely soaring figure and left this land.

.

.