SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 633 - 633 472 The Sleepless in the Eternal Cold

Chapter 633: Chapter 472 “The Sleepless in the Eternal Cold Wave”_2 Chapter 633: Chapter 472 “The Sleepless in the Eternal Cold Wave”_2 “Dying like this might be for the best.”

Mr. Chang closed his eyes and waited quietly for the storm to come, for the cold to descend and turn him into an ice sculpture.

However, the expected death did not arrive.

Even the vibrations outside the window, at this moment, ceased entirely.

In front of his eyelids, there seemed to be a bright light and a pleasant warmth spreading…

“Who’s there?”

As he opened his eyes, he saw the gigantic humanoid creature in the surging cold fog suddenly burst into flames inexplicably, let out a shrill and sharp scream, and fall to the ground.

The terrifying cold fog also dissipated at this moment.

“Oh, finally, a living person.” A voice suddenly echoed in the outpost.

Mr. Chang was startled, turned around, and saw a young man who had, at some unknown time, walked into the hall, flames flickering about him.

“Are you… someone from back home?” he asked uncertainly, responding in Mandarin.

“Yeah, one of our own.”

“One of our own?” Mr. Chang became alert.

The message sent out, according to expectations, the personnel who would first come to help would never be from within the country, the distance was simply too far…

Amid his confusion, he couldn’t help but take a closer look at the other person’s appearance…

Black hair, black eyes, brown long-sleeved undershirt, big slippers…

This attire… could only be said to match some people’s imagination of a “master.”

Of course, what made Mr. Chang most cautious was that he couldn’t make out the other person’s strength; if not for the presence of the flame, the other would appear almost indistinguishable from an ordinary person in his eyes.

“Just took care of some things, passed by here and thought I’d check in, incidentally resolve the issues here as well…”

Colin waved his hand, his gaze sweeping over his clothing: “How’s the situation here, are there any other survivors? You two, can either of you accompany me on a short trip later?”

The company’s mission guidance on Earth was hit or miss, which made pinning down a precise location a bit uncertain for him.

He needed someone to lead the way…

“I can, but can you prove your identity?”

“A way to prove my identity, huh? Hiss…”

Colin stroked his chin, suddenly realizing that he seemed to lack global travel documents…

And his slightly hesitant actions also made Mr. Chang nervous and alert. He surreptitiously made a hand gesture to notify his colleagues to prepare to commit suicide at any moment through a specific method.

To prevent heretics from obtaining information from their brains through evil means…

‘Ah, why do I feel like the reaction is quite intense.’

Colin wasn’t clear about the message conveyed by their subtle gestures, but he could generally detect from the two a sense of “fish die and the net breaks”…

After thinking for a while, he said:

“Will domestic work?”

“Yes, any official institution will do,” Mr. Chang nodded.

Upon hearing this, Colin didn’t dawdle; he searched the “Storage Room” and took out the pass document, displaying it before the other…

A paper contract photocopy? Mr. Chang became wary and thought it was fake the moment he saw its content.

Because it was simply too absurd!

On a small piece of paper, there were seven or eight stamps, all from the highest-level institutions’ hubs!

His experience told him this was nearly impossible!

Not only was there a “Fate Hub Office” but also the seal of his own “Great Wall” office …

If there was only one, he wouldn’t have doubted it, but a bunch of them together seemed a bit fake.

But… the aura from each stamp assured him that the document’s authenticity was beyond question…

Especially at the bottom of the document, the signature of a man named “Xu Duojin.”

This… this Mr. Xu was an actual big shot within “Fate Propeller,” one of the future five Ninth Level Candidates!

And “Fate Propeller” was very difficult to forge as well…

Because at their level, just the subjective act of writing their names would let them sense it and slightly interfere with this place, and they might even already be watching, so…

This document looked ridiculously fake, but it was indeed real.

“Your identity is confirmed, there’s no problem…”

Upon seeing so many high-level stamps all at once, Mr. Chang involuntarily spoke with some respect, curious about who the other person was while realizing…

The young man before him might appear to be younger than him…

But in reality, he could be in his eighties or nineties, or even over a hundred years old!

“Yeah.”

Colin nodded, unaware that Mr. Chang already saw him as an elder well over a hundred years old, and put away the document in his hands.

He had two documents that could prove his identity…

Aside from that, there was an identification for a “Fifth Level Personnel.”

However, presenting that proof might lead to even greater suspicion…

Following that, Colin looked at the Sixth Level Personnel and asked some other questions, “How is the situation here?”

Mr. Chang nodded and gave a brief and rapid introduction to the place.

There are still some survivors, but they are scattered across various outposts— not too many, possibly less than a hundred people, all sent by different forces to garrison the border.

After the recent charge, there might not even be a hundred left.

As for the situation here…

What appeared just now was a high-level lifeform known as the “Sleepless in the Eternal Cold Tide.”

It was first observed over a decade ago and was subsequently forcibly sealed by a coalition of parties.

It occasionally acted up from time to time, but never as intensely as during this period…

“Sleepless, huh? I’ll let it ‘sleep’ forever soon enough…”

Colin nodded, displaying tremendous confidence—the aura felt at most like a Level 2 Containment Subject, and although it was a bit troublesome, if necessary, he could kill it…

But…

A Level 2 Containment Subject, dangerous as it is, would not warrant the company sending him directly to deal with it.

And the request seemed somewhat biased towards sealing a certain area, rather than killing a creature.

Which suggested there might be something special inside.

“There must be some more troublesome things. Have you been to the deepest part?”

“Something more troublesome?” Mr. Chang was taken aback, but then, recalling some information, realized what the other might be saying could be true.

There had always been talk that the “Sleepless” in the cold tide seemed to be guarding something.

“I have been there, and if you need, I can show you the way…”

“That will do.”

Colin nodded and then glanced over the man standing behind him.

“I can hardly hold on any longer, you guys don’t have to bother, this ice spike isn’t easy to dissolve, even for Ninth Level Personnel…”

The pale-skinned muscular man responded in English, but before finishing, he saw a Tree of Flame appear next to the man who seemed to hail from the same country as his base commander, and its extensive roots enveloped him…

In less than a minute, the deadly wound he thought was sure to kill him was mostly healed.

“Just a minor flesh wound, no near-death about it.”

Colin shook his head, recalled the Fire Tree and threw out some healing items and a “Colorless Crystal”: “If you have time, you can help others around, I won’t be going.”

After a pause, Colin turned to the Sixth Level Official Personnel beside him: “Right, you seemed to have something to tell him? I’ll give you three minutes, I’ll wait for you outside…”

With that, he walked out.

It was after he left that the atmosphere became eerie all of a sudden.

Some things, previously thought to be death sentences, were already spoken.

Now…

If they all survive, the situation becomes somewhat awkward.

“You…”

“No need to say anything, I don’t quite understand your thinking, and I can’t give you any response.”

Mr. Chang pursed his lips and then, with a calm tone, shook his head and said:

“But damn it, I probably would never go to a sauna with you again, even if I were beaten to death.”

With that, he turned and left.

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Half an hour later, Colin, leading the Sixth Level Official Personnel, passed through the dimly lit land of ice and snow to reach the depths of this secret area and saw a great number of mechanical towers standing tall…

Each connecting into a chain, resembling some sort of isolation wall, suppressing the mysterious forces of the site.

In addition, there were numerous shattered Ghost Ships destroyed there…

To suppress the anomalies, many personnel fell here, including an Eighth Level Personnel.

Yet, on the ground, at most, one could sense scattered, white skeletons devoid of any flesh or blood.

‘It’s a pity that unless the ‘Red Moon’ descends, there’s little chance of bringing them back to life,’ Colin thought to himself, shaking his head internally, and looked ahead.

There stood a towering black mountain range, covered in snow and ice…

From above, there was an indescribable sense of madness wafting down.

Accompanied by the eerie, wailing winds…

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