SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 676 - 676 498 All Divine Enemies_3

Chapter 676: Chapter 498 All “Divine” Enemies!_3 Chapter 676: Chapter 498 All “Divine” Enemies!_3 Colin, seizing the rare opportunity to talk to someone in the know, decided to extract as much information as possible and continued with his questions.

The train is currently en route to the ninth station; the journey might take a long or short time. If you’re curious about something, now is the best time to ask!

“Huh?”

“Thorn Lady” cocked her head at him, her delicate features seemingly veiled in mystery, with an indescribable look of surprise,

“Though it seems the company has indeed undergone some changes, do young people these days not even know about those three anymore?”

Colin shook his head—he had no idea.

Those on Earth didn’t have any clues, and he hadn’t heard anyone outside Earth mention their specific names either.

“Heh, alright, since I’m feeling generous, I’ll enlighten you with some knowledge. The three giants of the ‘Bonfire Camp’ are, they are…”

“Thorn Lady’s” eyebrows arched, and her expression grew serious, “Hmm, who are they again?”

“‘Light,’ ‘Primordial Fire’?” Colin helpfully suggested.

“Hiss… seems right, but also not quite…” “Thorn Lady” didn’t give a definitive answer. She just tilted her head dramatically, extending her pale hand to scratch at the thorn crown adorning her head.

Seeing this, Colin couldn’t help but snark inwardly. This was even worse than him—he at least knew that “Light” or someone deeply connected to “Light” was one of the leaders…

Another one could be among the “Flame Bearers,” but that wasn’t clear.

These two had some clues.

However, there was a third person with no leads at all; he didn’t even know where to start guessing who they were.

Colin’s main curiosity lay with this individual.

“Oh, oh, oh, it seems like some mysterious force has interfered with my cognition. Forgotten, well, it’s not that important. Since I can’t remember, let’s not waste time. You know, knowing too much isn’t always a good thing, ignorance is bliss, hehe.”

“Thorn Lady,” not seeming embarrassed at all, gave a small laugh, ready to let the matter rest.

Colin shook his head and didn’t persist. It seemed there were certain taboos regarding those three in this era—it was impossible to even discuss them.

But “Thorn Lady” clearly knew more than just that…

He thought about it and, with the attitude of not letting a chance for free knowledge slip away, decided to keep extracting some more information.

Like the senior management structure of the company, various protocols, and things related to Rosen or other “Flame Bearers,”…

Or anything regarding the Mutated World to satisfy his curiosity would do.

Yet at that moment, as the train had begun to pick up speed, an earth-shattering roar echoed from outside, vibrating enough to disperse some of the mist clinging to the exterior of the carriage, bringing the view outside back into focus.

Outside was no longer the Mutated World, but the majestic outline of a celestial body…

Around this giant celestial body, wrapped countlessly huge “Black Thorns.”

The source of the roar seemed to be those overwhelming thorns…

“This…”

“It’s nothing, just my body’s instinctive shriek, a consequence of bearing ‘The Night’s’ fate. But it’s not a big issue, lost coordinates, it’s just furious impotence. In a while, I’ll be able to sever all these connections.”

“Thorn Lady” waved her hand and quickly spoke, unconcerned, yet Colin suddenly felt that her words lacked the previous lightness and seemed to suppress an indescribable, profound pain.

However, on the surface, “Thorn Lady” did not show any of this.

“The matters here have come to a conclusion. First, I’ll send this group away and take the opportunity to get some fresh air,” she said.

Then, silence settled in for a moment.

“Thorn Lady” stood by the window, staring at the planet, her eyes flickering with an undefinable emotion.

Sadness seemed to be spreading…

Colin contemplated whether he should step forward to offer some words of comfort but then he seemed to hear the “Administrator” murmuring to herself,

“My precious number…”

“My ‘4444444’ premium account has just been ruined by ‘Red Moon’ and ‘The Night’ together…”

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