SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 226 - 226 226 “Mist Train No. 7”_1

Chapter 226: Chapter 226 “Mist Train No. 7”_1 Chapter 226: Chapter 226 “Mist Train No. 7”_1 “Actually, the contents of that suitcase were originally sent into space, as we tried to perpetuate civilization’s instinct for survival—at least until we saw that thing go out of control. It slammed through the ‘Moon’ and then emerged unscathed from the ‘Sun’ after enduring thousands of degrees of heat. That’s when we discovered the world’s hypocrisy.”

“After realizing the world might be artificial, the board made some preparations for your arrival, speculating on the possibilities.”

“Fortunately, you did come, even if in an unusual manner; we have no idea where the original people went.”

“But that’s not important right now…”

“…”

Listening to the other party, Colin learned more details, but remained noncommittal about their actions.

As time ticked slowly away, with three hours to go, everyone standing on the coast, including Colin, heard the distant sound of a flute wafting over from the sea.

The sound was somewhat familiar, as if he had heard it somewhere before…

Just as everyone became alert and Colin was contemplating, the flute sound ceased, soon followed by a “clanking” noise that grew progressively louder as it approached.

Amidst the sound, a layer of mysterious gray fog surged forward, hiding within it the long silhouette of a train.

“…It’s actually this thing?”

Colin hissed, not unfamiliar with this object, as it was the very same thing he took during the first round of his promotion task.

However, he had assumed that “Father of the Sea,” like the “Formless Mother” at “Passionate Paradise,” would transport them directly, but unexpectedly, it was via this train.

It was unforeseen yet understandable.

“No, it feels a bit different…”

Colin narrowed his eyes, noticing that this train seemed slightly less imposing than the other and didn’t induce the unpleasant sensation of time-jumping.

Of course, it could also be because he was now powerful enough to remain unaffected.

It wasn’t long before the train, moving through the mist, stopped along the coast less than a hundred meters away from Colin…

“Ka~”

The train door slowly opened, revealing a warm, yellow interior that was impenetrable to the eye.

Colin did not rush to board but took a moment to observe.

Compared to the previous one, this train appeared to have only about a dozen cars, and both the front and back were visible. Despite similarities, it was clearly not the same train.

“Is this the way to leave?” Qin Chuan glanced at Colin.

He hadn’t seen this train before but was reminded of the name of an abnormal project—”Death Herald Train.”

A strange train capable of traveling through various incident scenes, its appearances completely random, with no one able to discern its next destination to date.

“It seems so, you guys stay here and don’t move, I’ll go up first to take a look…”

With two Golden Cards in his left hand and a revolver in his right, Colin decisively entered the locomotive, then found himself in a retro and luxurious driver’s room filled with ornaments.

Then, he noticed a sheet of paper in the driver’s room that seemed to have been left there intentionally.

It bore a faint scent of the ocean…

Colin stepped forward and leaned slightly to inspect the contents of the note—

“I’ve looked into the current situation a bit and can confirm that some things were thoroughly destroyed before my last death, rendering certain protocols ineffective. If you had the dual identity of a ‘Firebearer’ and Level C Clearance, or at least B Level Higher Authority, you could establish a ‘Bonfire Advent Point’ on your own and directly leave. Unfortunately, you aren’t one, so there aren’t many ways for you to leave…”

“After some thought, I figured the easiest and most stable way for you to leave would be through this train. It’s one of the emergency measures specifically left behind by the ‘Bonfire Campsite,’ but only ‘Firebearers’ or those preliminarily recognized by it can use it.”

“At first, I didn’t understand why the ‘Administrator’ couldn’t directly use this thing, but now I get it…”

“It’s part of the famous special construct, the ‘Mist Train No. 7’. Once activated, it will eventually return to the main body of the ‘Mist Train’ without any obstruction after some travel.”

“Then, when you get off the ‘Mist Train,’ you can return to reality. However, the place where it stops will definitely be dangerous, so you must be careful, and with your strength, it’s best not to go beyond five stops…”

“If you haven’t found a suitable place to disembark after five stops, you must all get off at the fifth stop.”

“This train has a total capacity of 850 passengers. You can have fewer, but try not to have more unless you’re very strong or willing to risk losing control of the train. However, with this number of passengers, it’s clearly impossible to take everyone with you; you can only choose selectively.”

“People with a pollution index below 0.1 won’t cause any problems…”

“Additionally, as an emergency measure, I only have the right to fill half of the ‘Mist Train No. 7’s’ fuel. You’ll need to procure the other half on your own, which is also one of the risk avoidance measures.”

“As for how to get it, it’s not difficult: summon a ‘Demon’ from a certain peculiar subspace, kill it, then use the power of a ‘Firebearer’ to turn it into carbon…”

“The specific summoning steps are inscribed on the back of the paper. I’ve helped you spell them out so you just need to follow the incantations…”

“The strength of these ‘Demons’ is comparable to that of a Level 2 Containment Subject, but slightly weaker. Most importantly, while they’re weak, they also possess a portion of divinity, which makes them suitable as fuel.”

“I’ve written the related precautions on the back as well; with your capabilities, it shouldn’t be difficult to prepare and handle it.”

“Of course, rather than direct combat, I recommend burying a 10,000 TNT nuclear bomb beneath it—simple, convenient, and quick. These things have thick skin and flesh, so you won’t have to worry about not finding a body…”

Reading this, Colin’s eyes narrowed slightly—

This method… why does it feel so eerily familiar?

It’s somewhat reminiscent of that scheme where a fat house was tricked into going to another world to kill.

Without giving it much thought, Colin continued reading the content, which consisted of some precautions.

“Then there are some matters to be cautious of when leaving…”

“Most of the Level 1 Containment Subjects in this world are still sealed away. Even the few that have escaped are not of much concern, as the ‘Box Garden World’s’ collapse has little impact on them; they won’t care whether the world is destroyed or not…”

“What needs attention are some Level 2 Containment Subjects…”

Colin’s gaze swept over the paper, taking in the basic data of numerous Level 2 Containment Subjects, as well as the precautions.

Ten minutes later, his eyes moved to the end of the paper.

“If you get the chance to erect a graveyard for me, please place a large squid on it each time you hold a memorial for me.”

…

Almost half an hour later, Colin got off from “Mist Train No. 7” and looked at Qin Chuan, “We’re certain we can escape now, and also…”

He shifted his speech, looking towards 223 and others, “This train only has 850 seats, so it can only carry 850 people. Minus us, you can start selecting people now.”

It was clear that not all of the more than one thousand four hundred people present could be taken; there had to be a selection.

“No problem.” 223 and others showed no complaints, nor did they ask if they could squeeze in; they immediately used the built-in voice system to tell the personnel at the back to start choosing suitable candidates right away.

“Next, there’s one more thing. Get ready, we’re going to randomly pick a lucky demon…”