SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 239 - 239 239 The Third Stop The Never-Ending

Chapter 239: Chapter 239: The Third Stop, “The Never-Ending Night”!_1 Chapter 239: Chapter 239: The Third Stop, “The Never-Ending Night”!_1 Drip, drip, drip~

Amidst the pale long whistle, the train began to slow, and the dense fog outside the window thinned out during this process, predicting that something would vaguely be visible within a few minutes…

The people inside the carriage had experienced a few stops before and were familiar with the subsequent procedures.

During this process, no unexpected incidents would usually occur. The only concern was the kind of world where the train would come to a stop.

Colin and the others did not dare to be careless, holding their breath and focusing, making preparations.

Even Luo Yiming, who had ridden the “Mist Train” many times, was the same. Although the anomalies usually did not board the train, the power seeping from some dangerous places could even kill them through the carriage walls.

In the silent wait, the speed of the train’s wheels rolled slower and slower, revealing the image of a dim world before their eyes.

In the dark backdrop of the sky was a peculiar aurora, but the eerie part was that the aurora’s main color was grey-white, with edges tinged in other colors, which were hard to distinguish unless looked at closely.

Overall, it had an indescribable dreamlike quality.

Under the aurora lay a vast expanse of open, declining land, where a steady drizzle of blood-red rain kept falling from high above, spreading a hazy pale red mist on the ground.

Within the mist, something appeared to be pulsing, but due to the distance and the fog, it was not yet clear…

Click.

The train door opened.

A moist breath of air seemed to have drifted in from the outside…

Colin reflexively prepared to breathe in, to analyze the components through his sense of smell, when he heard the sound of inhaling next to his ear—

“Huff, huff…”

Luo Yiming took a few sniffs, then squinted his eyes as though analyzing something.

Seeing this, Colin felt a complex emotion. It seemed that after mastering the power of “Beast Transformation Syndrome,” using his nose to “see” the world had become a habit.

The key was that this method was indeed effective, snatched as it was from the body of an “Ancient God” class being.

It’s just that if everyone had a share of this power, and they first sniffed each other upon meeting, it felt oddly peculiar.

“Are we getting off here?” Qin Chuan asked on the side.

This was already the third stop, and if they didn’t get off now, it would really be bad to gamble later.

However, before Colin could speak, Luo Yiming interjected, “If you are thinking of getting off here, I’d advise against it. It’s not very safe. While nothing seems to have happened yet, my intuition tells me this could be more dangerous than the previous ‘Twisted Jungle’ stop.”

Intuition? That should be your sense of smell telling you that… Colin silently retorted to himself while also secretly taking a deep breath—

He obtained information faster than Luo Yiming, and the content was likely deeper as well.

However, the result was more or less the same.

Getting off here could be more dangerous than the previous forest.

Of course, danger was one thing, and they were not fools to rush into it head-on. So as long as they could avoid the danger, disembarking here was not out of the question.

With this thought, Colin glanced at Hu Zheng. The man was still lying on the table and chairs, eyes half-open, rolling back in his head with drool leaking from his mouth—not particularly presentable.

Clearly, he hadn’t yet recovered from the shock of witnessing whatever eerie event…

Then, Colin turned to Luo Yiming, “Do you still have the ‘Book of Fate: Fragment’?”

Are you asking the wrong person?

Qin Chuan and a few other official Extraordinary Ones all had this thought. After all, it was commonly known that the “Book of Fate: Fragment” was their item. How could a member of the Bonfire Company possibly have it?

But what silenced them was Luo Yiming’s response.

“I have one, but even if I give it to you now, it’s useless because unless we trade through ‘Trading Path’ or you kill me, even if you use it, it will count towards me. I’ve used two pieces today, and if I use a third one, I guess we’ll all be unlucky…”

Luo Yiming shrugged helplessly. Under normal circumstances, no one would risk rolling “The Dice of Probability.”

A 99% chance of “Misfortune” was no joke…

Once that thing showed up, the chances of survival would drop even lower. Over the years, it seemed that only a few people had survived, the most well-known of whom was now trapped on the eighteenth floor of a hospital, sending out SOS messages every day in the internal chat groups.

Honestly, it was okay half a year ago, but now in the group, no one was sure whether that guy was alive or a ghost…

“Kill you, huh…”

Colin muttered to himself, with a raise of his eyebrows. Besides a few special missions, they couldn’t use the company’s various features under other active mission statuses. Breaking through this limitation was no easy feat, at least not something he could manage…

But the latter, he could at least consider…

Meanwhile, Luo Yiming inexplicably felt a sense of crisis looming. Although his “Tyrant Body” wasn’t a “limited edition” capable of “Deadly Insight,” he was still sharply sensitive to crises directed at him.

They wouldn’t really kill me over this small matter, would they?

Luo Yiming somewhat regretted why he had explained those words, and then he secretly braced himself.

As a D Level employee, this was his first time facing his colleagues with such a feeling of powerlessness.

However, just then, Xia Liufang suddenly spoke up, her face a mix of emotions as she looked at the sky: “I think I know where this is…”

“Old Xia, you know? Where is this?” Qin Chuan quickly asked.

“If nothing unexpected, this is… Australia, the sealed part.”

As these words fell, everyone except the clueless Luo Yiming drew in a sharp breath.

Xia Liufang continued: “If the aurora is as expected, it’s one of the highest-level things in our country, one of the few ‘S’ Level items in the world called ‘The Never-Ending Night’.”

“I’ve heard from my elders that it was through it that half of Australia was obscured, completing the blockade of this area…

“And that blood rain belongs to another ‘S’ Level object, known for its corroding rain, probably used to suppress this land, but I don’t have more information than that, after all, it’s a foreign thing…

“Besides, do you see those pillars in the distance that look like mountains? Those are the top-level ‘Reality Stabilization Devices,’ which no single country could produce on its own…”

Colin and the others looked past the distance and indeed saw tower-like structures hundreds of meters tall piercing through the land.

While they were impressed by Xia Liufang’s extensive knowledge, everyone also realized that this was not a place to linger. Everything seemed normal now, but staying longer might bring unpredictable dangers.

‘But to think of it, when did such an event happen in Australia? Half of the continent sealed off?’

Colin was unaware of the changes in the “Threads of Fate,” but he wondered how such a major event could be suppressed by all the countries.

That’s half of Australia…

“You guys…” On the side, Bonfire Company’s D Level employee Luo Yiming couldn’t help but feel shocked as he listened, and at this moment, he realized that this group might be official personnel.

“What’s wrong?” Qin Chuan inquired.

Luo Yiming pursed his lips, unsure what to say, but ultimately stifled the words: “…Nothing.”

As a “wild” Extraordinary One, he felt that his identity should naturally shun the spotlight, harboring an indescribable sense of fear or something else toward the authorities.

Colin, on the other hand, could understand this feeling, as he had experienced it not long ago.

Moreover, the trouble was that upon his departure, which was also his moment of exposure, he still had no idea how those official figures would treat him…

“Speaking of which, are you sure this is that what you call Australia?” Luo Yiming changed the subject, sharing Colin’s skepticism that such a big matter could be so thoroughly concealed and couldn’t help doubting it.

Xia Liufang shook her head, about to say she couldn’t be one hundred percent certain when, at that moment, something moved amidst the light patter of the blood rain…

Thump, thump, thump…

The sound followed one after another, seemingly moving by leaping, not slow in pace.

After ten seconds, when everyone in the vehicle caught sight of the leaping object, they couldn’t help but fall silent—

It was a kangaroo that stood a head taller than everyone present, about two meters in height, with unnaturally developed muscles that pulsed, conveying an overwhelming sense of oppression.

At that moment, it was gnawing on a vividly colored venomous snake, holding it in its mouth as if it were snacking on a spicy strip…

The blood rain falling from the sky continuously corroded its fur, causing widespread ulceration on its skin, but it seemed not to care as it continued to brazenly chew on the snake in its mouth.

As for the ulcerated skin underneath, the flesh was quickly writhing, seemingly undergoing constant self-repair, making it appear even more ferocious and terrifying.

‘It seems to possess an energy full of vitality that continuously repairs it, while the blood rain suppresses this regenerative force…’

Colin speculated that this vibrant life force might be the catastrophe that the area had originally faced.

Compared to the other oddities they had encountered, this force was not so bizarre and unique; it simply gave the impression of a natural vitality, of all creatures vying for life.

But it was also possible that the other dangers had already been repressed by the countries, leaving only this insignificant trait remaining.

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