SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 253 - 253 253 The Fishermans Soliloquy_1

Chapter 253: Chapter 253: The Fisherman’s Soliloquy_1 Chapter 253: Chapter 253: The Fisherman’s Soliloquy_1 “Cough, cough, cough!”

Colin was choked by these words and couldn’t help coughing a few times before he confirmed after several checks that these people were not joking—

The man who looked to be in his nineties was really only in his thirties, not even forty.

And if appearance were disregarded, he was indeed the youngest “Ninth Level” powerhouse recorded in the world.

“Fate Propeller… Does this job come with so much pressure?”

Colin unconsciously looked at Hu Zheng with a bit of pity in his expression, but Hu Zheng simply shook his head nonchalantly and explained:

“That’s not the case. The side effects of Fate Propeller are the lowest among the three major pathways and even in the global context, it’s one of the practices with lesser negative effects…

“The reason why Old Master Wu looks so old is related to his experiences. He personally deals with up to a hundred incidents a year, whereas in normal circumstances, we would handle maybe a dozen or twenty regular incidents a year…

“In addition, most of the issues he deals with are global disasters, such as the one I went to in Australia, as well as the Great Northwest Land Fissure Incident, the Red Glow of the East Sea, and so on—high-risk incidents he was all involved in…

“These kinds of tasks often require risking one’s life, so even though he is very strong, compared to other Fate Propellers, he looks significantly older.

“In other words, his current state can indeed be said to be a result of exhaustion.”

Exhaustion, huh…

Upon hearing this, Colin put away his joking mindset and a sense of respect welled up inside him.

He was unfamiliar with the incidents mentioned by Hu Zheng, but he had been to the kangaroo island they previously visited. Colin would not want to face such disasters even if his strength were to double, yet there were still people who bravely stepped forward to prevent these disasters from happening.

Even though Colin knew that the authorities had designs on him and felt some discomfort about it, he also had to admit that he, like many ordinary people, lived under the protection that the authorities desperately upheld…

In this regard, what the others did truly deserved everyone’s respect…

Seeing the atmosphere grow somber, Hu Zheng did not say much more.

“By the way, I’ll also return this to you…” Qin Chuan pulled out a piece of parchment and handed it to Colin.

This time, there wasn’t much searching, but they still took away the “alternate identity” parchment along with “Future Colin’s” parchment.

“The other piece has some things that require inspection, so it might be returned to you later…”

“No problem, it doesn’t matter whether or not you give it to me.”

Anyway, it seemed like that piece of parchment was blocked from opening… Colin took his “alternate identity.”

After delivering the items and completing the organization’s mission, Qin Chuan and others left. They were worn out, having finally returned from the “Other World” and undergoing a day of interrogation.

Bang.

After Colin closed the door, he immediately lay back down on the big bed, holding his “alternate identity” parchment to take a look.

The [Mission Section] was flashing.

He skillfully opened it, completed the previous tasks, and then, familiar text once again appeared in his mind.

[Congratulations on becoming a Bonfire Employee, F Level company privileges will be initiated for you, please wait…]

“Ah, this…”

Colin pursed his lips with a strange expression. Initially, he had created the “alternate identity” in order to blend into the authorities, but now, after one incident, the last layer of pretense between them had almost been stripped away. Was there any point in maintaining the alternate identity?

“Forget it, I’ll keep it as a spare. Having an extra hundred cubic meters of storage room isn’t too bad,” he mused.

After a brief check, apart from the few hundred points rewarded for completing the tasks, the most valuable thing was a reward of a magic item lottery ticket. However, Colin didn’t rush to use the lottery ticket this time. He put away his “alternate identity” and took out his “main identity.”

This time, the mission section showed that the task of investigating the “Special Operations Department” demands had been completed.

They only gave me a tiny bit of points, no other rewards…

“Just over two thousand points.”

Colin sighed. With such meager earnings, was he supposed to appease beggars?

However, the overall profits from this whole event weren’t significant, with only the mission points being somewhat satisfactory, plus the share of points from the new round of “Choose-Your-Own-Mission Events”.

Now, he had roughly 35,000 points in rewards in his pocket…

“I’ll need a good upgrade this time. With over 30,000 points, a lot will probably go towards equipment repair, and then there’s ‘Gene Compensation Medicine’…”

“I only used one E level syringe last time; this time I’m using them all, since the point requirements aren’t high and I have enough mission vouchers. If possible, I’ll see if I can advance to D level soon to boost myself. Can’t be caught flat-footed if some doomsday scenario suddenly erupts.”

“Oh, and I should check if I can upgrade that ‘Bonfire Sacrificial Site’ in ‘World Code-13’. That thing seems to have an equipment fusion effect, which is perfect since I’m carrying a bunch of junk equipment…”

Colin had several thoughts flashing through his mind, roughly figuring out what he needed to do next.

Many pieces of equipment should have been upgraded long ago.

But last time, blinded by greed, he jumped into the “Talent” sinkhole, aiming to synthesize a high-level Talent, only to end up wasting a fortune. As a result, aside from a minor repair to his revolver, he hardly had time for anything else.

“Can’t mess with ‘Talent’ synthesis anymore, it’s a damn trap. Old colleagues always used to say how ‘Talent’ ruins lives, and now I think there’s some truth to it…”

Colin couldn’t help muttering under his breath, then he opened the internal chat channel “Interaction Hall,” not rushing to start on equipment-related tasks right away.

After all, it’s not wise to flaunt wealth; this place isn’t his home, and doing stuff here never feels secure…

Although Colin figured his home was probably full of surveillance by now, it still felt somewhat more secure than this place.

After opening the internal group chat in the “Interaction Hall,” Colin felt inexplicably relaxed upon seeing the “long-lost” employees. His colleague-peers seemed to have an innate sense of humor for some reason.

However, while he was happy to see these colleagues’ messages, he wasn’t thrilled about some of the information mingled within.

As the “D Level staff” he had run into on the train had mentioned, there was a sense of not-too-malicious rivalry against him within the company lobby.

“Son of Doom”: [Tyrant Body: Standard Edition] Speaking of which, why does it feel like there have been a lot of newbies in the company this week? They all seem as curious as babies.

“Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦”: It does seem like that; a bunch of people came in asking all sorts of questions. There seem to be about two hundred new IDs. How come the company suddenly recruited so many people at once?

“Miss Nell’s Dog”: [Tyrant Body: Standard Edition] It’s nice, with them joining, the weekly missions have gone back to just one, at most two. It’s much more relaxed. It’s just that this bunch seems to have ulterior motives…

“Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦”: They all inquire about the company; I guess we’ve been infiltrated again, no big deal. The company isn’t panicking, so we don’t have to either. There’s another thing, @Miss Nell’s Dog, @Son of Doom, can you guys stop posting your damned Talent every time you speak? No one wants to see it, you know, nobody!

“Lifecoach Kawaii-many”: Are you talking about Talent? [Tyrant Body·Limited Edition] Not bad, eighth to complete it. When used, physical capabilities are roughly tripled or quadrupled, and with some drugs, can reach five times. Yeah, not really brag-worthy.

“Anonymous 662”: Here they come, the fishermen’s self-Q&A session is starting again…

“Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦”: Damn, the hundred and first to complete it. Missed a Purple Talent by just one spot, damn it! Annoying as hell. That damn Shunzi took so much of my money without sparing me an extra one.

“Loafing Immortal”: @Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦, dude, don’t blame Shunzi for being incompetent. If you had tried harder, would it have come to this?

“Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦”: @Loafing Immortal, you little shit, you think I don’t know about those few thousand points you scrounged from that guy? Bring your head over here!

“Son of Sadomasochism”: @Confused Cutie ①Sob Sob⑦, [Tyrant Body: Standard Edition] What ability does your head have after transformation? Probably enhanced senses, like being able to bite through 12mm thick steel plates. But generally, you don’t use your mouth after transforming, I’m a bit of a germaphobe…

“White Cute Cuddle”: So frustrating, almost everyone has a Purple Talent except me. But seems like that thing lowers one’s IQ. My master @Lifecoach Kawaii-many doesn’t seem all that bright anymore…

“The Unyielding”: Somebody save me, please! I’ll give whoever rescues me this [Tyrant Body·Limited Edition] and Three Thousand Points. Please, I’m begging, save me…

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