SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 519 - 519 423 Book of Fates Gift._2

Chapter 519: Chapter 423 “Book of Fate’s” Gift._2 Chapter 519: Chapter 423 “Book of Fate’s” Gift._2 As Colin learned more and more about the internal information, he increasingly felt that what the “company” and the “company executives” were thinking,

might not be the same…

Just like the “Starlight Maiden” who, as the “Container” of the “Dawn Star,” to some extent, could represent its will, wasn’t exactly in agreement with those believers…

Or, in reality, those who call you family every day might not truly consider you family. They might just want you to buy counterfeit liquor.

“It feels like there is some chaos within the company. I wonder if it’s related to those invaders.”

Colin stroked his chin as he pondered, but couldn’t figure anything out.

Shaking his head, he stopped pondering and glanced at the time, confirming it was only eight or nine in the evening before taking out his cell phone to contact Old Master Wu.

As before, there was no response.

He probably was on some high-difficulty special mission again…

“Old Master Wu only missed by a step, otherwise, if he joined the company, he would be a model worker.”

Colin muttered to himself and then started to contact “Xu Duojin.”

This person must have been sitting right next to his phone; Colin had just sent an “Are you there?” and immediately got a reply:

“Yes, is there something??”

“There is something I want to ask about, it’s not very convenient over the phone. Can you come over?” Colin’s fingers flew as he typed the message quickly.

Meanwhile, in a certain dimly-lit semi-enclosed space, Xu Duojin, dressed in a tidy suit with not a hair out of place, stood at the top of a large tree.

On a middle-aged face, one eye watched the cell phone while the other gazed ahead at the battlefield, chameleon-like, each eye focusing on its own task.

However, upon seeing the message from Colin about something inconvenient to discuss, his eyebrows suddenly raised.

A feeling of impending doom rose within him…

It felt as if he suddenly couldn’t breathe, as though submerged in water.

The sensation was quick to come and go, almost like an illusion, but he knew it was not an illusion. It was the special perception of “Fate Propeller”—

‘Hiss, what issue could make me feel as if I am about to die…’

After a moment’s hesitation, he took a glance at the situation ahead, confirmed it was in the final phase with no major problems likely, and then sent a query.

“I can come, but may I ask, what is the issue?”

“Oh, it’s not a big issue, just something about the origin of ‘Divine Strike’…”

This wasn’t a big issue?

Xu Duojin wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, instinctively not wanting to respond to the questions or go there, but given that Old Master Wu had requested him to cooperate, and considering he was capable of answering…

Well, speaking of which, Xu Duojin suddenly realized something.

Last night, Mr. Wu had suddenly and inexplicably “kindly” reminded him to remember to charge his phone today…

‘So you don’t want to answer yourself and want me to step in…’

Xu Duojin was speechless; without the other’s reminder, he might have instinctively “forgotten” to charge his phone…

Then avoid the matter—not that he could hide forever, but as long as he could.

Of course, it wasn’t that he wanted to avoid anything, but rather, it was a somewhat mystical property of “Fate Propeller.”

Too bad Old Wu… Mr. Wu had awakened him from his “dream.”

There was no escaping…

Xu Duojin sent a message to Mr. Wu, but his pretty-girl avatar was grayed out with no response, likely because he forgot to charge his phone…

Shaking his head, he then opened Colin’s chat window, sent a message saying he would arrive in an hour, and pocketed his phone.

Not in a hurry to get on the road, he looked up and gazed into the distance, toward an old village in the mountains. Deep within, he could sense several Sixth Level Personnel were dealing with an awakening Ancient Evil Sacrificial Creature…

It was presently subdued, in the final phases of enclosure.

However, to accelerate the process, more than a dozen transparent, boneless-looking invisible hands extended from Xu Duojin’s body, grabbing various threads in the air that ordinary people could not perceive.

Adjusting, manipulating, arranging.

Immediately, the evil being desperately fighting on the battleground started committing multiple errors and was ultimately subdued completely.

Under normal circumstances, he wouldn’t have been so eager to take action, since each use incurred a price—his body would corrode—so if it could be avoided, it was avoided.

But to save time and ensure surety, he took action anyway.

Now, seeing that the evil creature had been subdued, Xu Duojin withdrew his gaze, turned around, and prepared to leave for Colin’s room.

But before he could move, he sensed something and saw several of the latest combat planes flying overhead…

They appeared to be on some mission, coincidentally passing the area he was headed toward.

“…Mr. Wu’s arrangements are quite seamless.”

Xu Duojin sighed with a wry smile, knowing this was likely the other’s doing.

…

An hour later, after playing a few rounds of 1V1 with a C Level Elder Brother, Colin first heard a rumbling in the sky, as if a row of fighter jets was passing over…

Then a few minutes later, there was a knock at his door.

“The door is not locked, come in…”

No sooner had he spoken than Colin saw Xu Duojin push the door open and enter.

He pointed to the sofa nearby and waited for the well-dressed “middle-aged” man with an air of a charlatan to sit down. Without any pleasantries, Colin immediately began to inquire:

“Regarding the origin of ‘Divine Strike’, is there any special explanation?”

During their previous contact over the phone, Colin felt as if Xu Duojin was quite cautious about this topic.