71. Item number: SCP-963! Nickname…… Immortal pendant!! (Ch 71)

“Eradication of most life….to achieve eternal silence and peace?”

The corner of his mouth seemed to be raised with a hint of scholarly interest.

“interesting.”

Karsus whispered, with a unique yearning for the void in his voice.

“Although the means seem too…crude and direct, lacking understanding of the void itself.”

“but…..”

He paused, as if savoring the logic of this.

“…This logic itself does have some merits.”

“In terms of eliminating the conflicts and sufferings in the known universe, reducing variables at the source is indeed an efficient approach.”

The picture on the sky finally freezes.

It did not linger on the researcher’s face twisted with fear, nor did it dwell too much on the scarlet warning words.

The picture moved slowly and clearly, and finally focused on the set of gorgeous and cold mahogany furniture left in the containment room after the SCP-738-2 entity disappeared.

That exquisite chair and that quaint table, under the pale light, exude a silent and eternal temptation.

They seem to be quietly waiting for the next “guest”, the next soul driven by desire.

Every detail is flawless, yet so cold without a trace of human breath, like a carefully decorated, gorgeous entrance to hell.

[SCP-738, its other name is called – a deal with the devil. ]

[Its core ability is to manifest an interactive entity that promises to fulfill any wishes raised by intelligent life forms.]

[But the fulfillment of every wish must be associated with a high, often devastating price.]

[It is proficient in precise psychological manipulation and can easily see into the wisher’s deepest desires and weaknesses, thus setting the most irresistible bait. ]

[And it has the potential to distort reality to ensure that the “deal” can be “perfectly” completed in the cruel way it sets. ]

[Object Class: Keter.]

[Please note that SCP-738 is classified as Keter-class, not because it possesses such a powerful force that it is difficult to contain physically. It may not be able to move, and under normal circumstances, it will not actively attempt to break through the Foundation’s containment measures.]

[Its Keter rating stems from the fact that the act of “interacting” with it carries an immeasurable risk that is enough to shake the foundation of civilization and even cause a world-destroying disaster.]

[It uses the most primitive and most difficult to eradicate desires of intelligent life as a weapon; it attacks the most fragile and most easily breached dam in human nature.]

[Every seemingly equal exchange of wishes could be a carefully planned personal tragedy, a bloody group disaster, or even… a prelude to a larger-scale destruction.]

[It never tests how strong the walls of the containment chamber are, but where the bottom line of human nature is when faced with temptation, and how firm the will of the intelligent race can be.]

[Foundation Horror Containment, No. SCP-738, “Deal with the Devil”, inventory ends. ]

[When the deepest desire becomes a shortcut to destruction, we can’t help but ask…]

[What kind of despairing, or… thought-provoking, distorted reality will the next existence that is about to appear through the sky of the universe reveal to us? 】

As the words fell, the picture on the sky slowly dimmed.

The image of the mahogany furniture, along with the background of the entire containment room, gradually disappeared into the deep darkness.

In the end, only a scarlet “Keter” mark, as eye-catching as a brand, remained, quietly floating in the void, emitting an ominous light, like a pair of eyes in the abyss staring at all the worlds.

Endless warnings and silent fear permeate every corner.

One Piece World.

The final island,

Lovedrew.

The island that existed only in legends and held the world’s greatest secret seemed to sense the deep malice from another dimension and was shrouded in an invisible shadow.

The legend of the Golden City and the dream of ONEPIECE form an extremely ironic contrast with the naked transaction of desire and the cold and cruel price in the sky.

A vague, heroic figure wearing a straw hat, as if a projection of the immortal will in the long river of history, was quietly watching the final Keter mark and warning on the sky.

It was him, the man who once made the whole world boil and opened the Age of Discovery, the Pirate King, Gol Roger.

A faint sigh, as if crossing the boundary between life and death, echoed in the silent sky above Raftel, carrying with it a hint of understanding and a hint of emotion.

Roger’s shadow whispered: “Ah…it turns out to be this kind of devil.”

He seemed to be whispering to an invisible companion: “Wealth, power, fame… these things that people pursue, once targeted by this kind of existence, are no longer symbols of glory, but instead become the most deadly poison and a spell that hastens one’s death.”

“The freest pirate in the world, the One Piece he’s after is definitely not something he needs to sell his soul for.”

“The most terrible enemy is not the vicious opponent, nor the insurmountable Grand Line…”

“It comes from deep within my heart, a desire that cannot be easily satisfied or suppressed.”

The hearty laughter seemed to carry a hint of solemnity: “This thing called SCP-738 is ten thousand times more dangerous than any devil fruit I know of. It is completely unreasonable and directly digs holes in people’s hearts!”

“It doesn’t require you to eat anything. All it needs is your desire to drag you into an abyss from which there is no escape. This is a truly unsolvable cage, more terrifying than any seastone shackles.”

“The secret treasure of the world? D’s will? The truth of history? Perhaps, above all this, there is something more important…”

“That is to protect the original intentions of oneself and one’s companions, and not let them be polluted and distorted by such extreme malice. That purity and freedom is a treasure more precious than any gold!”

Roger’s shadow gradually faded away, leaving only the yearning for freedom and the awareness of his inner desires, gently echoing in the wind of Raftel.

Naruto world.

The end of the land,

The Valley of the End.

The huge waterfall still rushes down from the towering cliff, making a deafening roar, as if telling the grievances and hatreds of thousands of years.

On both sides, the huge statues symbolizing the fateful duel – no longer the first Hokage Hashirama Senju and Uchiha Madara, but their successors, Uzumaki Naruto and Uchiha Sasuke – stood facing each other silently, their gazes seemed to penetrate time and space, staring at the heart-pounding Keter mark on the sky.

Their bonds, their battles, and the paths they each choose are themselves the ultimate interpretation of desire, power, peace, and protection.

The sky darkened completely, and the scarlet “Keter” was like an ominous sign, deeply reflected in this land that has witnessed countless conflicts of ideas and cycles of fate.

Hidden Leaf Village,

Inside the Hokage’s office.

The Fifth Hokage Tsunade slammed her fist on the table, causing the documents to rustle, and the anger in her chest almost burst out.

Tsunade shouted angrily, “This thing called SCP-738 is even more dangerous than the tailed beasts! It plays with people’s hearts and the most fundamental weakness of human nature!”

“The so-called wish is nothing but poison wrapped in sugar! Once someone is bewitched by it, the consequences will be disastrous!”

Nara Shikaku, no, now his assistant Shikamaru, frowned, tapped the table unconsciously with his fingers, his eyes filled with deep worry.

Shikamaru said in a deep voice: “It’s very troublesome. Its temptation method is too direct and almost impossible to defend against, because desire is something that everyone has.”

“But the price it demands is so hidden and twisted that often by the time the wisher realizes it, it is already too late.”

“This is a hundred times more difficult than dealing with the visible and tangible enemies of Akatsuki, because it attacks our internal defenses.”

An Anbu ninja who had experienced the Fourth Shinobi World War whispered hoarsely: “We have faced the Infinite Tsukuyomi before. It is considered a forbidden technique to achieve absolute peace, but it at least creates a false dream at the cost of depriving everyone of their will.”

Another jonin added bitterly, “And the peace plan proposed by SCP-738, such as the proposal to wipe out 85% of humanity, is pure malice that is even simpler and cruder than launching a world-destroying ninjutsu! This is not peace at all, it is anti-life!”

In the Valley of the End, beneath the huge statue of Naruto, a warm and firm voice seemed to echo invisibly: “Power is not to be used to satisfy personal desires, nor is it to be used to harm companions and innocent people!”

“True peace requires mutual understanding and a belief that never gives up, not this kind of deal with the devil!”

Next to Sasuke’s statue, there seems to be a hint of cold and resolute will: “To cut off the chains of hatred and change this world full of disputes, what is needed is not this illusory shortcut, but the awareness and action to bear all the darkness and open up a true path.”

An old man who lost his relatives in the war looked at the direction where the sky curtain disappeared and sighed deeply: “Desire and protection, light and darkness, this is an eternal conflict theme… What this sky curtain shows is undoubtedly torturing the soul of every ninja and the ninja way we uphold.”

Perfect world.

The end of the sea,

On the dam that spans ancient and modern times.

Under the gray sky, the cold sea breeze howled, sweeping up endless fragments of time and broken cosmic dust.

The dam is like an eternal boundary marker, but also like a huge scar, separating the indescribable horror, darkness and ominousness outside the dam.

Several figures with auras as vast as the abyss and eyes that could see through Ji Yuan were standing on the edge of the dam with their hands behind their backs. Their gazes were deep as they looked at the slowly dissipating scarlet mark representing the Keter level in the sky. Their expressions were unprecedentedly solemn.

They are quasi-immortal emperors who have experienced the most brutal bloody battles and guarded the heavens and all the worlds behind them. They are ancient beings who once stood at the top of the path of cultivation and overlooked the birth and death of countless epochs.

A quasi-immortal emperor with white hair and beard, but still standing tall like a pine tree, spoke with the vicissitudes and insight of countless years: “This… is a test of the heart, another form of catastrophe of the great way.”

“This thing, SCP-738, does not display earth-shattering magical powers, nor does it launch a devastating conquest. It may not even be able to voluntarily leave its containment area.”

“However, the danger it brings is more chilling and difficult to guard against than any dark giant holding a butcher knife and stirring up dark turmoil.”

Another quasi-immortal emperor with a burly figure and a faint murderous aura flowing around him, as if he had slaughtered hundreds of millions of enemies, snorted coldly, and his voice was like the collision of ten thousand years of black ice: “Hmph, a trivial trick, but it hits the vital point! What it plays with is the most fundamental and most difficult to eradicate weakness in the hearts of living beings – that is endless greed and unrealistic delusions!”

“Thinking back to those days, when foreign lands came knocking on our doorsteps and dark matter was invading us, our monks fought bloody battles. Although the enemy was powerful, at least we had traces to follow and a target to conquer.”

“But SCP-738 is invisible and intangible. It hides in the thoughts of living beings, using the best wishes as bait to lure people into the trap. Once the defenses of the heart are broken, there is no recovery, and the Tao fruit will collapse!”

The ruthless man who proved his truth through killing and carved out a path to heaven – the butcher, now had a rare flash of heaviness and fear in his eyes.

The butcher spoke hoarsely, “In the name of fulfilling wishes, they are actually destroying others. From the very beginning, this deal was the biggest and most vicious trap. There is no such thing as an equal exchange.”

“Any satisfaction and realization it promises will only push the wisher from one predicament to another darker and more desperate abyss, and the price will always be too heavy for the wisher to bear.”

“Although this thing is not as dangerous as a world-destroying enemy that rushes directly at us, its potential destructive power to the cultivators’ spiritual hearts and the civilized order is probably no less than, and in some aspects… exceeds, any great terror we have ever faced!”

Above the sky, the scarlet “Keter” mark slowly faded away like a burning brand.

The extreme darkness swallowed up everything, causing all living beings in the world to tense up, thinking that something even more terrifying and unknown was about to come.

However, the expected ferocious beasts or terrifying scenes did not appear.

The darkness receded like the tide, and a soft and mysterious light began to condense in the center of the sky.

In the light, the outline of an object gradually became clear.

It’s not a weapon, it’s not a monster, and it’s not some complicated instrument.

It was a…trinket.

An exquisite amulet quietly floats in the center of the picture. (To read exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

It is carefully crafted from bright platinum, with a delicate metallic luster flowing, outlining classic and complex patterns.

On the amulet, thirteen brilliant-cut diamonds of different sizes but equally dazzling surround the most eye-catching gem in the center like stars surrounding the moon.

It was a flawless oval ruby ​​with a rich color like pigeon blood. It seemed to have condensed the hottest flames in the world and also seemed to have contained the secrets of endless years.

It exudes an ancient and mysterious luster, and even through the sky, one can feel its extraordinary texture and inestimable value.

Judging from the appearance alone, this is definitely an art treasure that is enough to drive any prince, noble, or beautiful woman crazy.

[When the devil’s deal comes to an end, the curse of eternal life quietly descends. ]

This opening statement made everyone, who had just recovered from the shadow of SCP-738, feel a chill in their hearts. Eternal life? Curse?

【Now, we will witness a cage that carries an immortal consciousness. 】

Cage? This beautiful thing is actually a cage? Everyone is shocked!

[Item Number: SCP-963! ]

[Alias: Immortal Pendant! ]

[Containment Class: Euclid]

“Euclid-class?”

In all the heavens and worlds, countless powerful people asked this question in their hearts at the same time.

After experiencing the previous baptism of terror of SCP-738’s Keter level, as well as the various world-destroying existences that appeared in the previous inventory, a project that is “only” Euclid seems… not so horrifying?

But, an object that seems to be just a jewel, a beautiful ornament, is actually Euclid?

This made many viewers who had just breathed a sigh of relief feel something was strongly wrong again.

If the Safe level means “it’s fine as long as it’s locked in a box”, and the Keter level means “something bad might happen even if it’s locked in a box”, then the Euclid level means “specific containment measures are required, otherwise something will go wrong”.

Chapter 82: Review of the deal with the devil SCP-738: Keter-level desire trap, the abyss that tests human nature! .
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