69. SCP-738 transaction case exposed, command falls into the abyss, whole family dies suddenly!! (Ch 69)

The officer suddenly raised his head, his eyes determined and angry, looking directly at SCP-738-2:

“I refuse! I would rather not have such power!”

“The command I obtained in this way will only cause me to be haunted by nightmares day and night! It will only make me despise myself!”

His refusal was not as hysterical as D-9341’s, but it was resounding and resolute, with a soldier’s unique tone!

The sky picture freezes again.

The second lesson: shortcuts to desire are often paved with moral debris. 】

[It tempts you to step over the bottom line of conscience for your own selfish desires, until your hands are covered in blood and your soul falls into the abyss.]

If the first price is to destroy one’s heart, then the second price is to blatantly tempt people into murder and sin!

The viciousness of his methods and his evil intentions made countless creatures in the heavens and myriad worlds feel a chill all over their bodies, and a chill rushed from the soles of their feet straight to the top of their heads!

The world of Qin’s Moon,

Xianyang Palace.

Inside the majestic palace, the lights are bright.

The atmosphere was solemn and murderous.

The First Emperor Ying Zheng, wearing a black dragon robe, sat on the throne.

Those eyes, as sharp as an eagle’s, were now flashing with a deep and inexplicable light, staring closely at the sky.

When he saw that the D-class personnel rejected the deal, his calm face showed a slight change.

“Using the blood of others to pave your own way?”

Ying Zheng opened his mouth slowly, his voice low and majestic, with the unquestionable spirit of a king.

“This is a case of heroes fighting for supremacy in troubled times, using any means necessary.”

“However, if this power is not obtained by one’s own efforts, but obtained through such strange external forces at the cost of slaughtering innocent people…”

His fingers tapped lightly on the armrests of the throne, and the “tap tap” sound was particularly clear in the silent hall.

“It is not a true kingly cause. Its foundation is unstable, like a tower built on sand. It will eventually collapse.”

“What’s more, using someone else’s hands to carry out such evil deeds that wipe out an entire family, even if you gain power, you are nothing more than a puppet controlled by others.”

The Prince of Han, now the Chief Justice Han Fei, who was standing beside him, also had a solemn look, as if he was thinking about something.

He bowed slightly and said in a clear voice:

“Your Majesty is wise.”

10 “The essence of power lies in establishing and maintaining order, not simply dominating and killing.”

“The power obtained through such transactions is not legitimate and the process is evil. It is like using highly poisonous wine to quench one’s thirst temporarily.”

“The power you gain may seem tempting, but in reality its foundation is rotten. It is nothing but a castle in the air, a mirage that will collapse at the first touch.”

“It will also cause those in power to change their mindsets, sink into blood and violence, and eventually be devoured by them.”

Covering the world,

Big Dipper star region.

Somewhere deep in an ancient holy place,

The top of the fairy mountain shrouded in clouds and mist.

A saint-level figure with a profound and majestic aura and eyes that made the sun, moon and stars disappear was sitting cross-legged on a cushion, looking at the sky.

The void around him was slightly distorted by his energy.

When seeing the price proposed by SCP-738-2, the Holy Lord, who was used to the brutal fights in the world of immortal cultivation, could not help but snort coldly, with a trace of undisguised contempt and murderous intent flashing in his eyes.

“Humph! To seek temporary power, you have to commit such evil acts as wiping out entire families and killing innocent women and children?”

His voice was not loud, but it echoed on the mountain top with a decisive majesty.

“Even in the cruel cultivation world where cultivators like me run rampant, the strong prey on the weak and life-and-death struggles are the norm, but there is also a cause and effect reason, or a struggle for the great way!”

“Like this, just for an illusory position, he has to use external forces to slaughter people he has no deep hatred for, or even strangers, and their families…”

A cold light flashed in the Saint’s eyes:

“This behavior is no longer a simple robbery, but a complete act of the devil! How is it different from those evil heretics who specialize in evil skills and sacrifice the essence, blood, and souls of living beings?!”

“The so-called opportunity and power gained through such transactions will only cause you to be entangled in karma and have demons in your heart!”

“When you cross the calamity in the future, you will be attacked ten thousand times more. Not to mention making further progress, even if your foundation is not destroyed, it would be a light punishment if you die!”

“This thing is even more sinister than the most terrifying inner demon disaster!”

Dragon Ball World,

Earth,

Turtle House.

On a small island,

The sea breeze is blowing.

Klin’s eyes widened, sweat dripping down his forehead. The warm family photo and the “accident” described by SCP-738-2 formed a strong impact in his mind.

“It’s… so scary!”

He couldn’t help but hug the bald man, and his voice trembled.

“Just… just to be an official, you killed so many people? Not even children?!”

“That commander and his family are so innocent! This is simply blatant murder!”

He thought of his wife No. 18 and daughter Maren. If someone wanted to use their lives as the price for a wish… Klin shuddered and didn’t dare to think about it anymore.

Master Roshi, who was standing by, pushed up his sunglasses on the bridge of his nose, and his face, which usually had a lecherous look, now showed a rare serious expression.

He stroked his white beard and sighed deeply:

“Alas, power is an extremely sharp double-edged sword.”

“It can be used to benefit a region, or it can be used to harm the people. It all depends on who holds it and…how they got it.”

His eyes became profound, as if he saw through the vicissitudes of life.

“If power is gained through such despicable and bloody means, trampling on the lives of innocent people, then it is already stained with indelible sin and curse.”

“Whoever obtains it will inevitably be corrupted by darkness in their hearts. Even if they can control it for a while, they will eventually be bitten back by the karma brought by this power and end up in a miserable situation.”

“The things on this canopy are not fulfilling wishes at all, but sowing the seeds of disaster and destruction.”

The world under one person,

Biyou Village.

In a workshop in the village filled with all kinds of strange creations,

Village chief Ma Xianhong was looking at the image on the sky with a frown on his face.

His eyes, which were obsessed with refining equipment, were now filled with scrutiny and disapproval of this way of “trading”.

Beside him, Grandpa Bi and others from Yaoxing Society also had solemn expressions.

“The technology…or the ability itself, might be seen as neutral.”

Ma Xianhong spoke slowly in a low voice with a hint of the stubbornness typical of a tech geek.

“Just like the magic weapon I made, it can be used to save people or to harm people. The key lies in the person who uses it, as well as the purpose and method of use.”

He pointed to SCP-738-2 on the canopy.

“But this transaction method, this price setting…”

Ma Xianhong frowned even more tightly, and a hint of disgust flashed in his eyes.

“From the very beginning, it has limited you to doing evil, sacrificing others, and violating the most basic human ethics in exchange for what you want.”

“This is not providing a choice, this is forcing women of good character into prostitution and inducing people to do evil!”

“This kind of transaction is evil and twisted from the very beginning!”

“It’s not a measure of value, it’s a measure of how low your bottom line can be, and to what extent your conscience can be trampled!”

“If something like this really comes, it will be a catastrophe for the entire alien world, no, for the entire world!”

Above the sky, the scarlet warning that “shortcuts are paved with moral wreckage” is engraved like a brand in the minds of every living being.

Ying Zheng’s contemplation, Han Fei’s warning, the wrath of the Lord of Heaven, the sigh of the turtle hermit, Ma Xianhong’s analysis…

The condemnation and vigilance of SCP-738-2 by the powerful beings in all the heavens and worlds has reached a new level.

Even though the power stained with the blood of innocent people is tempting, it is enough to deter most people with conscience.

However, SCP-738-2’s “performance” is clearly not over yet.

It doesn’t seem to care about the opinions of the world, and continues to display its “products” and “rules” in its own way.

Just when everyone thought that the two consecutive prices had already been the ultimate in evil and cruelty, the sky screen changed for the third time!

It was still the same depressing room, and it was still SCP-738-2 emitting chaotic light.

But this time, the D-class personnel standing in front of it was completely different from the previous two.

This was a skinny man with a pale face, as if the fire of life would be extinguished at any time.

He was wearing an orange prison uniform, but it couldn’t hide the sickness and despair that penetrated deep into his bones.

Every breath he took was accompanied by a heavy gasp, as if he had used up all his strength.

His eyes were cloudy, filled with fear of death and a hint of humble pleading for survival.

“The record continues.”

The cold and ruthless voice-over arrived as expected. (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

“As instructed, D-class personnel, please express your wishes to SCP-738-2, regarding your health.”

The terminally ill D-class personnel raised his head with all his strength and looked at SCP-738-2.

His voice was hoarse and dry, like an old bellows, and every word was filled with deep pain and longing:

“I…I want to be…healthy…”

“I don’t want to suffer from this disease anymore… I want to live… Please…”

He almost begged as he expressed this most extravagant wish for him at the moment.

Under the sky, countless living beings who are also suffering from illness or have relatives suffering from chronic diseases can empathize with him.

Health, the most basic thing for ordinary people, is an unattainable luxury for them.

The light and shadow of SCP-738-2 fluctuated slightly.

That voice that penetrated the soul, this time, actually carried a hint of… “kindness”?

“Oh? Poor fellow, you long to be free from your illness and regain your life?”

“It’s a simple wish.”

“Of course, I can satisfy you.”

SCP-738-2’s tone seemed so “kind” and “helpful” for the first time.

A little bit of weak light suddenly burst out from the cloudy eyes of the D-class personnel, like a drowning person grabbing a life-saving straw.

He trembled, almost unable to believe his ears.

“Really…really?”

“Of course it’s true.” SCP-738-2’s tone remained “gentle”.

“What’s the price?”

The D-class personnel asked subconsciously. The shadow of the previous two experiments made him dare not hold the slightest chance.

SCP-738-2’s light and shadow seemed to sway in “pleasure”, as if it heard some interesting question.

“Price? Haha, for your precious health, a little sacrifice is necessary.”

“In order to make you completely healed and have a flawless, healthy body that is immune to all diseases until you die of old age…”

SCP-738-2’s tone was drawn out, with a kind of frightening “patience”.

“From the moment you are well until the day you die – which may be a long, long time from now, because you will be very, very healthy -”

“Your body will be subjected to the most intense, heart-wrenching physical pain every minute and every second.”

“That kind of pain will be like all the bones in your body are broken at the same time, all the muscles are torn at the same time, and all the nerve endings are burned by fire at the same time…”

“…But please rest assured that your body functions will remain in perfect condition, and your consciousness will be extremely clear and you will feel everything clearly.”

“You will not fall into a coma, nor will you die. You will just endure it soberly, healthily, and for a long time.”

SCP-738-2’s tone was so calm, as if he was describing a very ordinary event.

It paused, and the feeling of “smiling” reappeared:

“That’s fair, isn’t it? Eternal 387 of waking pain in exchange for eternal physical health and long life.”

“……”

Dead silence.

Complete silence.

The last trace of blood on the D-class personnel’s face faded away completely in an instant, and he became paler than paper.

The faint flame of hope that had just ignited in his eyes was completely extinguished as if by a blizzard from the Netherworld, without even a trace of smoke left.

What replaced it was fear and despair that was a million times deeper than facing death!

He opened his mouth and wanted to make a sound, but his throat seemed to be strangled by an invisible hand and he could not make any sound.

His body began to tremble violently, not because of the pain, but because of the unimaginable and endless torture.

He seemed to be able to feel the excruciating pain that penetrated deep into his bones and tore through his soul, which would follow him like a shadow in every minute and every second of the future and would never go away.

Living healthily but constantly suffering from pain that is more terrible than death?

What is the difference between “living” like that and falling into hell forever?

“No…no…no no no…”

He finally squeezed out a few words from between his teeth, his voice filled with extreme fear and collapse.

“I…I don’t want to…I would rather die…I would rather die now…than live like that…”

“Please…let me die…don’t heal me…”

He collapsed to the ground, curled up into a ball, tears streaming down his face, his spirit completely broken, and he let out a desperate wail.

He imagined the eternal agony, and the expression on his face was distorted with fear a thousand times greater than facing death itself.

The picture on the sky slowly froze on his face, which was distorted by extreme fear.

【Third lesson: The way it fulfills your wish may be more cruel than your original predicament.】

【The so-called cure may be another form of eternal hell.】

This case vividly demonstrates the “irony” and “malice” of the price!

If the first price is heartbreak and the second price is tempting people to do evil, then the third price is pure, undisguised, ultimate blasphemy and torture to life itself!

It does not take the lives of those around you, nor does it induce you to hurt others. It simply “realizes” your wishes for you in a way that is a thousand times more cruel than your original predicament.

This made all living beings in the heavens and the world feel a chill rising from the depths of their souls, making their whole bodies cold and their hair stand on end!

The world of mortal cultivation legend,

Spirit world.

Inside a secret cave somewhere, Han Li sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, but his mind was fixed on the sky.

When he saw the price of the third case, even a man as tough as him, who was used to the cruelty and treacherousness of the world of immortal cultivation, couldn’t help but feel a slight chill in his heart.

He slowly opened his eyes, and a hint of coldness flashed in them.

“What a vicious price!”

Han Li whispered to himself, with a barely perceptible chill in his voice.
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