SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire
Chapter 848 - 848 574 Fates Guidance._3

Chapter 848: Chapter 574 “Fate’s” Guidance._3 Chapter 848: Chapter 574 “Fate’s” Guidance._3 Yet facing his opening move, not a single “unknown” dared to casually intervene…

For, a blurred book had appeared in his right hand.

Whether it was the mysterious and strange “unknowns” holding supreme authority, or any other entity, at this moment, willingly or not, it was difficult to step in and interfere…

The moment after the book appeared, a hard-to-observe yet omnipresent “human fate agglomeration” reemerged in the world.

It was so vast that it seemed to cover the entire world, the fine threads stemming from it entwined with countless individual humans.

Even if their bodies were rotted, from the viewpoint of the “Book of Fate,” they were not completely dead.

Countless threads of fate rose from the ruins like smoke, instinctively encircling Old Master Wu like a school of fish, seemingly lost and unsure of where to go.

At that time, the elder lifted his head, gazing at the sky above.

Directly above, shrouded in crimson, an obscure red celestial body, about twice the size of the Moon, arrived in response to his call, in an incomprehensible way.

This was an elusive and perplexing astral body, like the fate of a person’s entire life.

In the past, it had an ancient name unknown to the masses—”Blazing Mars.”

However, the celestial body was just its facade, a symbol in the physical world. Under the elder’s gaze, the dark red star appeared unchanged to the naked eye, but on another level, within human cognition and imagination, it violently expanded like an explosion, revealing its true form…

An entrance to a horrifying and swelling world made up of numerous elements, like an abscess, layer upon layer of active strangeness.

Countless things struggled to break free from it, while unceasingly others were being dragged into it from other dimensions…

The moment it revealed itself, aside from a few rare beings, all other prying eyes hid away, not daring to look directly.

But not all were timely, some existences, terrifying for mortals, failed to avert their gaze in time and were pulled into the veritably alive and bizarre world by its intangible tentacles.

This was the greatest secret and ultimate countermeasure controlled by the “Fate Propeller” after reaching the Ninth Level!

The portal connecting “City of Scripts” with reality.

It had descended.

In the past, when confronting insoluble beings, Old Master Wu’s approach was to pay a certain price, set up layers of traps, and eventually cast them into the world once called “the confluence of fates,” now named “City of Scripts” by the company’s employees.

Only in this way could he prevent the return of those dreadful powerful beings.

However, this summoning of the portal was evidently not for the simple purpose of banishing an entity.

Old Master Wu took a deep breath, his tone heavy as he spoke,

“Fate continues on!”

While speaking, he lifted his hand, slowly yet with unwavering determination, pointing towards that active and bizarre world…

In the next second, countless threads of fate left by the deceased seemed to find their direction, beginning to move…

Billions of fate threads, snapped during calamities, charged forward wildly, like numerous ships sailing towards their destinations, ceaselessly entering that massive agglomerated world, to fight for another chance at extension!

Seeing this scene, Old Master Wu let out a slight sigh of relief.

Although that place was no safe haven.

At least, their abruptly interrupted fates would not merely end here…

Stop at this sudden and terrible disaster.

At the same time, this also satisfied the payment required by the “Book of Fate”: the extensive participation of humans in the scripts of the “City of Scripts.”

Indeed, the initial contracts signed for “voluntary” participation in exercises, creating the “human consciousness agglomeration,” was all in preparation for this moment.

Other matters such as making rational beings obey arrangements were nothing but a facade, the current request was the true and ultimate aim.

And in repaying this cost to the “Book of Fate,” for the people, at this moment, it wasn’t entirely a bad thing.

Anyone who had signed and harbored resentment or regret about their death had the chance to live a second life in the endless world of scripts.

Although this arrangement came from the “Book of Fate.”

Under the premise of “living,” letting them enter for whatever other purposes the “Book of Fate” might have, was acceptable.

He believed that people would ultimately triumph, break free from it, and return!

It was long after, when every ship had sailed past, that this great ship, which had sacrificed all to show the way and block the storm, slowly submerged.

Old Master Wu stood there, still maintaining the gesture of pointing forward, motionless, under the gradually dimming twilight, like an eternal statue…

The strongest “Fate Propeller,” born in death, and thus concluded.

Who knows how long passed when the red light once again covered everything, the celestial body in the sky vanished without a trace, as if it never existed.

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