SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 480 - 480 408 The Repeat of Yesterday (6K for

Chapter 480: Chapter 408: The Repeat of Yesterday (6K for subscription and monthly ticket)_1 Chapter 480: Chapter 408: The Repeat of Yesterday (6K for subscription and monthly ticket)_1 In the glow of the bonfire, wisps of eerie black fog slowly rose from the downward spiral of the staircase ahead…

“So, the thing those demons were afraid of is down there? But it seems I can’t feel it…”

As he pondered, Colin manipulated the flames like a stream, cascading down the stairs layer by layer, pouring into the second sub-level area.

Through his flame perception, Colin “saw” that the layout of the second sub-level seemed similar to that of the first, with “M”-shaped intersections and the same cold metal constructs…

The difference, though, was the presence of some bodies below, as well as a denser black fog.

Overall, however, the problem didn’t seem too serious.

Having reassured himself of this, Colin led his four companions downstairs.

As soon as they descended, it seemed they triggered something; not far away, some abnormal creatures suddenly appeared out of nowhere.

They had a very peculiar form, manifesting in a gaseous state, with faint glimmers within the mist, resembling bizarre little nebulas.

At that moment, they rushed toward the staircase corner, seemingly trying to escape this place.

But sensing Colin and the others, they paused momentarily, then thunder and lightning roared out from within the clouds.

Streaks of lightning flashed and struck…

“Another life trapped in the ‘counterflow’ of time…”

As the thought crossed Colin’s mind, the flames he had prepared earlier burst forth, dispersing the lightning.

He didn’t wait for those things to decide whether to flee or stay, but crouched slightly and then pounced toward them like a cheetah.

In the process, he lifted his revolver and pulled the trigger over and over.

Bang, bang, bang—!

The sound of gunfire was almost continuous.

Bullets that carried flames but were otherwise ordinary solid projectiles passed through their mist-like bodies without appearing to inflict harm; however, the flames on the bullets ignited them directly.

One by one, they exploded into flame as if they were catkins that had encountered fire.

“Clang, clang, clang~”

A mass of colorful crystals, containing strange energies, fell from midair.

“Tsk, bursting gold coins.”

Colin’s gaze wandered among those dozens of crystal stones, and then he noticed among them some small metallic objects the size of a thumb, densely engraved with something.

He reached out his hand, flames swirling, and took those thumb-sized things into his hand, then a quick scan informed him of the situation with the abnormal creatures they had just encountered.

“Containment Subject label, number 6-978341, containment level, level 6 and below, low threat, low intelligence, specialized silicon-based life, experiment report, each ‘6-978341’ can produce about seventy-four kwh of electricity per hour, can survive for three years with continuous power supply, after death their crystals can absorb stellar thermal energy, most can regenerate within three months to a year in appropriate conditions, with a medium third level difficulty of hatching…”

“The energy department of the starship rates it as having low development value, not as good as demons…”

“Tsk, seventy-four degrees of electricity an hour and that’s considered low?”

Colin’s eyes lit up, the company might not value this, but he found it quite impressive, seventy-four kwh an hour meant that a single one could power a large building…

Crucially, it seemed to have no pollution, a high-efficiency clean energy source.

The method to stimulate its power generation and its limitations were all detailed on the metal plates of the containment tags.

He could easily make use of it after a bit of work…

As for hatching methods, besides naturally splitting through unknown means, they could also be artificially forced into a crystalline state and then divided into a certain amount; after some exposure to the sun, they could turn into two…

The process reminded him somewhat of a potato, though the results were somewhat unstable.

“Let’s call it ‘Plasma Potato,’ this thing the company doesn’t care for because it doesn’t have a high limit, but it’s just perfect for us.” Colin nodded, the company at its peak might have disdained it, but he didn’t. Without any rush to hand it over, he collected some of the crystals.

This wasn’t a creature that died from being drained of energy; its revival time was much faster, likely just a few days before it could come back to life and continue to contribute to human energy.

In Colin’s view, this was definitely a strategic energy source…

As someone who enjoyed sharing and never hogged good things to himself, Colin picked up over a dozen before remembering to share with his teammates, selecting two “Plasma Potatoes” and handed them to the four people around him.

“Each of you take half of these two.” Colin instructed.

“What’s this thing?” Fuer Mushroom didn’t refuse, but was curious.

The other three felt the same, all turning their eyes to Colin, waiting for an explanation.

“Have a look for yourselves.” Colin handed them the containment number tags.

Then…

“Sheesh, damn, I think I just saw the future of new energy sources beyond nuclear power…”

“Life Mentor Adorable” looked at the crystal stone in their hand, their face showing astonishment.

Although the label mentioned something about having lower value than demons, the extraction of demon energy was far more difficult, not as easy and suitable as this one.

Of course, the only limitation was that there was a cap on how many times they could divide; it seemed like beyond a certain number, their efficiency would decrease, the difficulty of division would increase, and the results would become unstable and so on…

Even so, it was still seen as highly valuable in everyone’s eyes.

“It’s no wonder that it comes from a starship capable of interstellar travel; even the little things that slip through seem like they could solve the biggest problems plaguing our world…” Little Chicken mused while pocketing the items, planning to research how to use them back home.

If they could find the technology to make them hatch naturally, they’d truly be entering a new era.

Fuer Mushroom, hearing the comment, couldn’t help but make a joke, “You know, if this thing spreads, there probably won’t be ‘oil in the backyard, life couldn’t be sweeter,’ right?”