SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 709 - 709 514

Chapter 709: 514 Chapter 709: 514 Without any surprise…

The so-called “South Sea Bodhisattva” beneath the Deep Sea was blocked and forced back, unable even to make a sound.

“Another great foe has been removed from the world.”

Colin nodded his head. After four consecutive attempts, he was fairly certain about the subsequent mission procedures.

The only difference, perhaps, was where to execute them.

“Ah!!!”

On the island, the Grand Elder screamed in despair, unwillingness, and so on.

He was actually unable to call upon the great existence he worshipped anymore!

The human face on the Grand Elder’s body, which was covered in tentacles, showed a twisted pain akin to a network disconnection at a critical moment.

However, although his scream didn’t summon the “Bodhisattva,” it successfully captured Colin’s attention.

“If you hadn’t howled just now, I really might not have noticed you, or any of you.”

Colin raised his right hand and stroked his thumb with his index fingernail, like one would strike a flint, and dozens of sparks scattered. In an instant, all the wails ceased completely.

It was as Colin was cleaning up the situation that all over the world, every Believer related to the “South Sea Bodhisattva” or any “Entity of the Deep Sea,” suddenly felt as though their connection to what they worshipped was being severed…

They screamed in terror incessantly, yet they were helpless.

At this moment, having practically solved the major issues, Colin took a final look around to check everything.

The heavy Dark Clouds dissipated rapidly, the dim Earth gradually brightened, and streaks of sunlight pierced the clouds, casting intense beams upon the surface of the sea.

“Nice weather.”

Taking a deep breath, Colin made a call for someone to come and “clean up.”

Then he directly returned to his neighborhood through the channel for completed assignments….

…

The familiar ceiling.

Colin opened his eyes for two seconds, then immediately rolled out of bed. The task had been so easy that it didn’t result in any peculiar sense of disorientation like “The Descent Project” had.

First, he checked the time. It was just before eleven o’clock on the 20th.

Dealing with those things had taken some time, but not much.

Afterward, Colin sat cross-legged on the boat, took out the Parchment, and spread it out. The task had ended, according to the update, but no reward was given. Instead, the next phase of the mission popped up.

“…At 9:37 tonight, at certain coordinates, not too fast nor too slow, ascend to an altitude of around three thousand kilometers and approach some space debris. Then, deploy a ‘Token’ within the debris to prevent further anomalies within the Containment Space contained within…”

“Huh? Three thousand kilometers? That’s beyond the atmosphere, wait, who the hell is tossing Containment Subjects into space…”

“This really is too much!”

Colin raised an eyebrow, unable to help but express his critique.

Although he knew that the Earth officials here had difficulty dealing with many Containment Subjects to the point of exasperation—so much so that sometimes they preferred to dump the Containment Subjects elsewhere rather than deal with them—

He had heard that many countries did this in the early days, until the Alliance was formed and things got a bit better.

But he hadn’t expected anyone to be throwing these things into space.

Moreover, based on the description, it seemed that an entire Containment Space was being thrown out there, along with a large number of Containment Subjects that might not have been dealt with very well, rather than just a single Containment Subject.

Colin pinched his forehead, somewhat speechless.

However, the difficulty of the mission didn’t seem too high overall.

From the looks of things, these deployment tasks happened three times a week, and the first two tasks of each week should not be too difficult, at most providing a thrill without danger, only the third task might be a bit more challenging.

Of course, even knowing the difficulty wasn’t high, Colin still made all possible preparations.

After all, something that had caught the attention of the company or “Lady Rabbit” was definitely not a trivial matter.

He sent the information to Xu Duojin, and soon he received the relevant details.

This time, the intelligence suggested that it wasn’t an individual tossing these things into outer space, but a collective decision by the Alliance…

“It was established quite early on, many things couldn’t be handled, and the strongest Extraordinary Ones were just barely reaching Eighth Level, hence many of the Containment Subjects were not dealt with properly, especially with limited understanding of some Containment Subjects…”

Xu Duojin provided a bit of explanation about the situation back then.

Ninth Level Personnel only became a possibility in the mid-period of anomaly emergence, and the first to reach it was the previous “Fate Propeller.” After that, many followed this path that broke free of constraints.

Only then did so many Ninth Level Personnel emerge.

In the process, people made numerous attempts to cope with various anomalies, and tossing them into space was one of those attempts.

“At least, what we can confirm for now is that we deployed… according to the data, twenty-six Containment Spaces, but we have since reclaimed nine of them…”

“The remaining seventeen, as far as we know, are all being monitored, and they have been quite stable in recent years…”

Stable? If they were truly stable, there would be no need for me…

After roughly going through the information on his phone, Xu Duojin paused before sending another message of inquiry:

“What is it, did you encounter some unexpected issue on your end?”

“Yes, there’s a task related to these things,” Colin simply informed him of the situation, the time, coordinates, and so on. Xu Duojin indicated he would need a quarter of an hour, and Colin was in no rush. After waiting a bit, right on time, he saw Xu’s next message.

It was indeed one of the seventeen…

And after a while, he sent a picture of what looked like an ordinary artificial Spatial Station.