75. Bright light of humanity revealed! Visiting SCP-590’s younger brother, the eternal being is bound by a tragic bond! (Ch 75)

A few minutes later, “Bright” woke up.

He looked down at his rotting and festering hands, feeling the pain of the virus raging wildly in his body, and let out a howl that was not human and was extremely desperate.

Then, he began to bang his head against the metal wall frantically, bang! bang! bang! He tried to put an end to this rotten and painful body once again.

The screen switches rapidly.

Sometimes, he is an agile Foundation agent. In a mission that was doomed to fail, facing an irresistible anomalous entity, he did not choose to retreat, but detonated the high explosives he carried with him without hesitation, blowing himself and the enemy to pieces.

In the light of the explosion, there was a crazy smile on his face.

Sometimes, he is a prisoner in some alien dimension. In endless loneliness and torture, he uses the most primitive way – fasting, exhausting the last bit of vitality of the host and “dying” in extreme hunger and weakness.

There’s even a scene where he possesses the body of an elderly experimental chimpanzee.

The chimpanzee looked around with Dr. Bright’s eyes, full of wisdom and madness, and then used all his strength to slam his head against the iron bars of the cage again and again until his brain burst and blood dyed the cold metal red.

Every death seems like a brief, false relief.

Every awakening means a deeper layer of despair and pain.

“Dr. Bright” on the sky curtain, in different hosts, sometimes laughs hysterically, and his laughter is full of mockery of fate and deep fatigue.

“Hahaha! Kill me! If you have the guts, just kill me completely!”

“Come again! Give me a new one! This one is too worn out!”

Sometimes his eyes became extremely dull, like a walking corpse. He had no reaction to any external stimuli and allowed himself to be manipulated by the experimenters.

“Whatever…anything is fine…”

In some scenes, he would curl up in the corner of the room, mumbling to himself at the empty wall. The content of his mumbling was chaotic, filled with desire for death and curse for eternal life.

“Let me die… Please, let me die…”

“Why? Why me? I don’t want to feel that soul-tearing pain anymore…”

The methods used to attempt suicide were so bizarre and cruel that they made the scalps of all living beings in the heavens and the worlds numb.

But the outcome of every “successful suicide” is only the prelude to the next more painful “resurrection”.

The pendant is indestructible and the consciousness lives on.

For him, death became the most extravagant desire that could never be achieved.

[The cruel truth of this “eternal life” makes countless beings in the heavens and the myriad worlds who pursue immortality and eternal life feel cold all over, as if they were falling into an icy cave.]

The world of covering the sky.

At the edge of the universe, there is a forbidden zone for life shrouded in endless chaotic energy.

Fairy lights appeared and disappeared, symbols of the Great Dao rose and fell, and a sigh as ancient as if it had existed since the beginning of the world came from it, carrying with it endless vicissitudes and a hint of… a rare fear.

“Eternal life… is this what it looks like?”

A hoarse voice whispered, as if it could shake the galaxy.

“With the pain of eternal death and endless imprisonment of consciousness?”

Another more majestic voice sounded, with a hint of disbelief.

“Every death is an extremely painful experience, and then I am forced to wake up in a new body, waiting for the next painful reincarnation…”

“How is this kind of longevity different from the most vicious curse?!”

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t want it, it really doesn’t matter if you don’t want it…”

The voice was faint, full of denial and deep fear of this kind of “eternal life”.

These ancient supreme beings, who had launched dark turmoil in pursuit of immortality and treated all living things as worthless, could not help but feel a palpitation at this moment.

What they pursue is eternal life where they dominate the universe and live freely and at ease, rather than this cage of consciousness that is bound by chains and has no peace.

Big Dipper star region.

Outside the ancient forbidden land, Ye Fan looked up at the sky with an extremely solemn expression.

He had seen too many ancient supreme beings who were crazy about immortality, and he had personally sent them off.

But this kind of “eternal life” displayed in the sky made him feel another level of terror.

The Black Emperor beside him rarely stopped barking at this moment. His pair of big copper bell-like eyes were wide open, and his dog face was full of horror.

“Woof! This is what you call eternal life? I would rather die of old age than live like this.”

Ye Fan said in a deep voice: “It appears to be immune to most mental attacks, but in fact, it completely locks the soul in that small pendant, and it will endure the pain of the host’s death forever.”

“What a cruel balance this is, or… this is simply the deepest malice wrapped in false sugar coating.”

“The so-called eternal life is nothing but eternal imprisonment in a prison made of lines and circles, an endless hell of consciousness.”

The world of immortals.

In the Luotian star region, Wang Ling was dressed in a simple white robe, standing alone in the cold starry sky.

His deep gaze seemed to be able to see through the eternal cycle, and at this moment he was quietly watching the desperate cycle of Dr. Bright in the sky.

His expression was calm, yet it contained a hint of insight into the essence of things.

“Use the soul to lock the device. If the device is immortal, the soul will not be destroyed. This way, you can enjoy the name of immortality.”

Wang Ling whispered to himself, his voice clearly audible in the silent starry sky.

“But because of this, they also lost their true freedom, and had to endure the suffering of reincarnation day and night, which was worse than death, and wiped out all vitality and hope.”

He thought of his own path of cultivation, which was full of setbacks and killings. He had been on the verge of despair countless times and his faith in Taoism almost collapsed.

“This path… has already gone astray. It is not the right path. It has entered the deepest devil’s barrier.”

“If we are cultivators who seek the truth with all our heart, what we pursue is to understand life and death, go against the will of heaven, and finally achieve transcendence, great freedom and great ease.”

Wang Ling’s eyes narrowed slightly.

“If I were to encounter this so-called eternal life, day after day, year after year, in endless despair and repeated death pain, with no end…”

“I’m afraid that no matter how strong one’s Dao heart is, it will completely collapse, and eventually become a walking corpse.”

“Instead of doing this, it is better to fight vigorously. Even if my body dies and my soul is scattered, I will have no regrets.”

He shook his head slightly. This kind of “eternal life” was more terrifying to him than the death of his soul.

Naruto world.

In the Hidden Leaf Village, under the carved rock of successive Hokage.

Hashirama Senju and Tobirama Senju stood side by side, their figures looking particularly solemn in the afterglow of the setting sun.

As the dead who were summoned to the world through the Impure World Reincarnation technique, they have a personal experience of the bondage and restlessness of the soul that far exceeds that of ordinary people.

At this moment, the first and second generation Hokage, who once dominated the ninja world, looked at the chilling scene on the sky with extremely complicated expressions.

Hashirama couldn’t help but let out a long sigh, with an indescribable compassion and heaviness on his face.

“Alas… this… this state is even worse than being resurrected by the Impure World Reincarnation…”

For a moment, he couldn’t find the right words to describe this extreme cruelty.

Senju Tobirama’s expression was always stern, and at this moment it was so gloomy that it seemed as if water was about to drip out of it. He said coldly:

“It is a more thorough bondage of the soul and a deeper and more boundless despair.”

“The Impure World Reincarnation technique we were subjected to, although our souls are bound to the Impure World body and obey the orders of the caster, they still have consciousness and there is a way to break it. It is possible for the soul to return to the Pure Land in the end.”

There was a hint of relief in Tobirama’s tone, as well as fear of what happened to Dr. Bright in the sky.

“And this person’s soul seems to have been completely devoured and imprisoned by that strange pendant. He will never be able to escape or rest in peace for the rest of his life.”

“The pain of each death is fully remembered, and then the despair is experienced again in the next rebirth.”

“This so-called eternal life is simply a life sentence that is hundreds or thousands of times more cruel than any forbidden technique invented by the Uchiha clan and any known torture!”

The world of Douluo Continent.

The divine realm, deep in the forest of life, a place forbidden by God.

The rich green breath of life and the overbearing dark red power of destruction intertwine and collide here, yet maintain a delicate balance.

The goddess of life was wearing a green long dress, emitting a soft halo of life all over her body. She frowned slightly and stared at the sky.

The God of Destruction was wearing dark red armor, with an aura of destruction surging around him. His usually cruel eyes were now filled with solemnity and a hint of…confusion.

After a long time, the Goddess of Life sighed softly, with a hint of desolation and reluctance that was difficult to conceal in her voice.

“If eternal life only means endless accumulation of pain and mechanical numb repetition…”

“Then what is the difference between this kind of eternal life and eternal damnation? What is its meaning?”

The ministry of life that she holds represents endless life, hope and beauty.

However, the “eternal life” displayed in the sky is the most thorough trampling on the word life.

The violent destructive power around the God of Destruction seemed to have subsided a little. He was unusually silent for a long time before he snorted coldly.

“Humph, when living itself becomes an endless torture, then death becomes an unattainable gift and relief.”

His voice was no longer as overbearing and arrogant as before, but instead contained a hint of deep thought and rejection.

“This kind of eternal life is the greatest blasphemy and mockery of the word life, and even of existence itself!”

Even he, who is in charge of destruction, thinks this way of existence is worthless and even disgusting.

If eternal life were nothing but pain and repetition, it would lose all its glory and meaning.

The light and shadow of the sky slowly flowed again, projecting new pictures in front of the eyes of countless creatures in the planes of existence.

The shock and chill brought by the suffocating truth of “eternal life” have not yet completely dissipated.

People’s minds are still immersed in Dr. Bright’s endless cycle of pain.

At this moment, the scene changed. (To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

No more bloody self-mutilation and crazy roaring.

Instead, there was a special holding room that was plain white, clean, yet exuding an invisible sense of oppression.

A figure wearing the orange prison uniform of a D-class personnel slowly walked in.

His steps were a little heavy, and his face showed hard-to-conceal fatigue and… a hint of hidden tenderness.

It was “Dr. Bright” wearing SCP-963.

Inside the containment room, sitting by the window, was a young man.

The young man looked to be in his early twenties, with a handsome face, but his eyes were empty and there was a trace of saliva at the corner of his mouth for unknown reasons.

He stared blankly out the window, as if he was unaware of the outside world and the people who walked into the room.

His intelligence seemed to remain at the child’s level, or even lower.

[Record Number: SCP-590]

[Object Class: Euclid

[Special Containment Procedures: SCP-590 is to be contained in a standard humanoid containment unit…]

Dr. Bright slowly walked up to the young man and squatted down.

His gaze was extremely complicated.

There is pity, pity, deep guilt, and an endless sense of powerlessness.

He stretched out his hand, moving so gently as if he was afraid of disturbing something.

He wanted to touch it, but paused slightly in mid-air.

“..TJ……”

A hoarse call came from “Bright’s” throat.

This name is simple, yet it carries so much.

Hearing the voice, the young man turned his head blankly, his empty eyes falling on Dr. Bright’s face.

No recognition, no response.

There is only chaos and confusion.

Dr. Bright’s heart felt like it was being tightly grasped by an invisible hand, and the pain was so severe that he could hardly breathe.

He tried hard to force a smile, even though it looked uglier than crying.

“TJ, it’s me, brother.”

His voice had a barely perceptible tremor.

The young man still looked at him blankly, as if unable to understand the meaning of these two words.

He stretched out his hand and grabbed the air randomly like a lost child.

[SCP-590, codenamed “The Pain of Others”, possesses special abilities. ]

[When it comes into physical contact with any injured or sick human individual, it can instantly heal all of the other person’s injuries and illnesses. ]

[Whether it is a fatal injury or an incurable terminal illness, it can be cured. 】

Upon hearing this, countless creatures in the heavens and the worlds gasped.

Heal all injuries instantly?

What a heaven-defying divine power this is!

It’s simply a walking panacea!

【But this healing is not without cost. 】

[Every time SCP-590 heals, it will completely transfer the other person’s injuries to itself.]

[Once a bone is broken, he will endure the pain until the “injury” heals naturally.]

[A fatal virus infection, he will experience the pain of the virus raging throughout his body. ]

[Over time, countless injuries accumulated and piled up in his body, constantly impacting his physiology and mind.]

[Ultimately, it led to irreversible, severe intellectual degeneration and cognitive impairment.]

On the sky screen, Dr. Bright reached out and gently held the slightly cold hand of the young man TJ.

TJ didn’t resist at all, just let him hold it, his eyes still empty.

“I’m sorry, TJ…”

Dr. Bright murmured in a low voice, his voice filled with unspeakable pain and self-blame.

“If it wasn’t me…if I had found out earlier…”

His words were broken and full of regret.

Perhaps, before becoming the host of SCP-963, he had watched his brother walk step by step towards the abyss in order to help others.

Or perhaps, in his countless “rebirths”, he had tried to use the foundation’s resources to save his brother, but failed time and time again.

This feeling of powerlessness is undoubtedly another extreme torture for a person who is “immortal” but longs for death.

[According to the Foundation’s internal records, SCP-590, originally named TJ Bright, is Dr. Jack Bright’s biological brother.]

[In past records, Dr. Bright has used his authority to secretly visit SCP-590 many times. ]

[He consulted countless neurological and psychiatric materials and tried a variety of experimental treatments to try to find a way to cure his brother’s intellectual impairment.]

【However, the results were minimal. 】

[This blood-related relationship, and the inability to do anything about his brother’s current situation, are one of the few real emotional anchors for Dr. Bright during his long years of being cursed with immortality.]

[This is also a cruel microcosm of his tragic life: he has a nearly eternal life, but he cannot protect the people he cherishes, and he cannot even give himself a true relief.]

The picture freezes at the scene where Dr. Bright is holding his brother’s hand tightly, with pain and despair written all over his face.

His eyes, which had witnessed countless deaths and terrors, now only showed pity and endless sorrow for his loved ones.
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