109. Narrative layer collapses, SCP-Pseudo-beast is freely chained, eliminating the concept of weapons! (Ch 109)

Above the sky, the worlds of heaven had just returned to peace.

Suddenly, not by any known physical force,

But on a more fundamental and more incredible level——

Exploded!

Yes, it exploded!

A kind of severe pain and sense of collapse that comes from “cognition” itself, like the sharpest blade, fiercely cutting through the soul of every living being!

Then, a line of huge, twisted, blood-red text emitting an ominous and crazy aura appeared.

Like a curse gushing out from the wound of the universe, it is imprinted deep in the minds of all viewers:

[Supreme Divinity——SCP-False Beast! ]

The next moment, an even more chilling proclamation came crashing down with a kind of blasphemous madness:

【Warning: This is not a physical monster! 】

[This is a pataphysical concept obliteration weapon forged by the Foundation itself, targeting upper-level narrators! ]

[Its existence is a declaration of war against the Pen of Creation! ]

……In the world of Mortal Cultivation, there is a secret cave somewhere in the Chaos Star Sea.

Han Li sat cross-legged. His originally calm face was now filled with a rare solemnity. His eyes flickered with light, and it was obvious that he was conducting an intense deduction in his mind.

“The Spear of God-killing… So that’s how it is, this god is not that god!” He took a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

“The gods it targets are not the immortals, true immortals, or even the Taoist ancestors that we cultivators know, but… the illusory, yet possibly real, narrative beings of a higher dimension? The so-called upper-level narrators?”

Han Li frowned and tapped his knees unconsciously with his fingers.

“The strangeness and viciousness of the methods used by this foundation have completely exceeded the comprehension of ordinary immortal cultivators. Even those high and mighty immortals have probably never come into contact with such a level of gambling!”

A trace of deep fear flashed in his eyes.

“If this thing is really as Tianmu said, the seal can be unlocked by reading it, and the reader will eventually be killed…”

“Then, once it completely gets out of control, or… is successfully released by the Foundation, I’m afraid that all the creatures in the heavens and the myriad worlds who are paying attention to the sky curtain will face an unimaginable and unavoidable catastrophe!”

“This… This is even more difficult to guard against and more deadly than those legendary outer demons!”

For the first time, Han Li felt that his prudence and wisdom, which he was so proud of, seemed pale and powerless in the face of such a strange threat.

The world of immortals.

“Oh my god——!!!”

Xu Liguo’s sharp and piercing screams almost tore apart the restrictions in Wang Lin’s sea of ​​consciousness. His entire soul shrank into a ball in fear, trembling.

“Master! Master! Help! My dear master! What the hell is this?! It’s ten thousand times more terrifying than rushing up to fight with you! One hundred million times more terrifying!”

Xu Liguo cried for his parents, his voice full of despair and collapse.

“It…it actually said that it wanted to kill…the storyteller?! The writer?! The damned upper-level narrator?!”

He pointed in the direction of the sky as if he had seen a ghost, his soul shaking like a candle in the wind.

“Then what are we, the little characters who listen to stories and live in them?! Huh?! Are we just cannon fodder used as a cushion in the storybook, appetizers for the fake beast, or… sacrifices?!”

The more Xu Liguo thought about it, the more frightened he became. The more he spoke, the more desperate he became. He almost lost his soul on the spot.

“It’s over! It’s over! It’s all over! Master Wang Lin! Let’s… let’s run! Don’t look at it! This sky curtain is extremely poisonous! One look at it will kill you!”

He hugged Wang Lin’s soul thigh and wailed with tears and snot.

“Master, you are so powerful, please quickly block this damn sky curtain! I don’t want to be used as a sacrifice to feed the monsters… wuwuwu…”

Wang Lin “looked” at the sky silently. In his pair of cold eyes that had never changed, there were now unprecedented waves of turmoil.

He has been going against the will of heaven all his life, fighting against the sky, the earth, people, monks, and rules, but he never thought that one day, the enemy he would face would be… the “story” itself, and the “pen” that wrote the story!

How to defeat this kind of enemy? !

A feeling of powerlessness and absurdity that was even deeper than the one he felt when facing the Bridge to Heaven quietly invaded his heart that had long been as solid as a rock.

The heavens and the worlds, countless universes, countless civilizations, and countless powerful people.

Whether it’s a high god, a powerful overlord, or a secluded monster…

At this moment, after seeing the description of the “SCP pseudo-beast” on the sky curtain and understanding the cruel truth that “readers are sacrifices”, everyone fell into an unprecedented collective silence and extreme panic.

Their eyes were fixed on the bloody sky.

There, the title of the first story in the collection of ghost stories “This is Where I Die” seems to have begun to… slowly emerge.

The appearance of each character is like a death knell, sounding heavily in the hearts of all “readers”.

This time, what they are going to “read” is no longer someone else’s disaster, but… their own epitaph!

The blood-colored sky, like a hideous scar that would never heal, hung high above the heads of all living beings in the heavens and the worlds.

The extreme panic and deep despair brought about by the cruel declaration that “readers are sacrifices” at the last moment are still like maggots on the tarsal bone, gnawing at the soul of every “audience”.

No one can escape, no one can avoid!

In this deathly silence, above the sky, the scarlet SCP-5999 document began to undergo new changes!

Page after page, invisible fingers were moving the pages of the book in the air, making a teeth-grinding rustling sound.

Every time a character appears, it seems to suck away a bit of the viewer’s vitality.

[Hyakumonogatari Kaidankai, first night, first story: “The Whispering Wall”]

An ordinary title, yet extremely eerie at this moment, slowly appeared in everyone’s field of vision.

Then, the sky screen began to flow, no longer in a cold document format.

A swaying campfire burned in the dim clearing in the forest. Several blurry figures sat around the campfire with inexplicable excitement and fear on their faces, as if they were sharing some taboo stories.

The light from the bonfire illuminated their distorted faces, and every time they opened their mouths, it seemed as if invisible malice escaped from them.

The scene then changed to the depths of an old library. A thin figure huddled in a corner, holding a thick, ancient book that exuded a decayed smell, his body shaking violently with fear.

The figure’s lips moved silently, as if he was silently reading the words in an ancient book, and the light around him seemed to become dimmer as he read.

The cold, emotionless narration dissects the scene in front of us as precisely as a scalpel, and also dissects the lucky mentality of all the audience:

【These are not fictional images. 】

[They are true records of direct interference and attacks on upper-level narrators during the release of SCP pseudo-beasts! ]

[Every time you “read”, every time you “understand” the content of the ghost story, you are accelerating the weakening of the barriers between narrative levels, and are adding bricks and tiles to the advent of the pseudo-beast! ]

The details of the story of “The Whispering Wall” were not shown word for word on the dome.

However, a more bizarre and more direct way allows all “readers” to “understand” the outline of the story in an instant!

It was as if the “information” of this story was directly injected into their minds! An irresistible and forced “empathy”!

Almost at the moment of finishing the “reading”——

Buzz!!!

The sky curtain, the originally relatively stable light screen, suddenly shook violently!

Countless fine, spider-web-like dark red cracks spread wildly on the scarlet background, making a heart-pounding “crack” sound!

The living beings from all over the world who were watching the sky felt a stabbing pain in their heads, and the scenes in front of their eyes began to blur and double, and the whole world seemed to be spinning!

An indescribable feeling of dizziness and detachment surged out from the depths of their souls, making them feel that their existence was becoming illusory!

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“My head hurts so much! It feels like it’s going to split open!”

“What…what happened? The sky…it seems like it’s really going to break! My consciousness…is being pulled by something!”

Before all living beings in the heavens and the world could recover from this sudden incident.

The cold and merciless narration of the sky sounded again, declaring an even more terrifying future:

[Warning: The gradual release of SCP pseudo-beasts will directly lead to the blurring and confusion of the boundaries between the universe where the Foundation of the lower narrative universe is located and the universe where the observers of the upper narrative universe are located! ]

[The final result will be an irreversible storm of logical paradoxes and a massive collapse of the reality structure that affects all narrative levels! ]

Douluo Continent, Divine Realm Committee.

Oscar’s handsome face was now as pale as paper, completely bloodless. He pointed at the violently shaking and cracked sky, his voice trembling, and he could barely stand.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! This…it’s starting already?! Is it really happening?!”

He swallowed hard and felt his throat was extremely dry, as if it was burning.

“Reading a crappy story… can it really make you lose yourself?! How can this be justified!”

Oscar felt that his worldview, along with his soul, was being pressed to the ground and rubbed wildly by an invisible giant hand, and was about to be shattered.

“This… This is even more unreasonable than Third Brother’s Shura Power! It’s ten thousand times more overbearing! At least Shura Power can be used to dodge and resist, but how can this thing be dodged?!”

He almost cried, and subconsciously grabbed Ning Rongrong’s sleeve, seeking a tiny sense of security.

“Rongrong, my wife, this thing… it’s not a fight at all! It’s wiping us out from the root! This is simply… a rule-based kill! A pure rule-based kill! We don’t even have a chance to resist!”

Ning Rongrong’s face was equally pale. She forced herself to remain calm and held Oscar. “Little Oscar, stay calm! Especially at times like this, the more you must not panic!” But her trembling voice revealed her inner fear.

Tang San frowned, the power of Poseidon and Asura running wildly in his body, trying to resist the strange erosion from the sky, but found that it had little effect, that power directly acted on his “cognition”!

Naruto world, Konoha Village, on top of the Hokage Building.

The eye that was exposed by Hatake Kakashi was wide open, and the three-magatama Sharingan in it was even spinning wildly and uncontrollably at that moment, with a tendency to transform into a kaleidoscope pattern, but it was severely stung by the overload of information and was forced to retreat!

“Ugh!”

He growled in pain and suddenly covered his left eye. Veins on his forehead popped out and beads of sweat the size of beans rolled down like raindrops.

“I can’t explain it! I can’t explain it at all! This phenomenon… is beyond my understanding!”

Kakashi’s voice was filled with a hint of incredible pain and deep frustration. His Sharingan, which he was so proud of, had now become an amplifier of pain.

“This attack method… it surpasses all known ninjutsu! It surpasses all known illusions! It even surpasses the Yin-Yang escape technique of the legendary Six Paths Sage!”

He staggered and almost fell off the roof, but fortunately he was caught by Uzumaki Naruto beside him.

“Teacher Kakashi, what’s wrong with you? Are you okay?” Naruto asked anxiously. He also felt palpitations and inexplicable uneasiness, as if something invisible was eroding him.

“This is not an energy attack at all!” Kakashi gasped, his lips turned pale, and he spoke with difficulty, “It attacks 753… our cognition! The concept itself! We can’t even find its working principle! And we can’t defend against it!”

Haruno Sakura stood by, the light of medical ninjutsu flickered in her palm, but she couldn’t find any “injury” that could be treated.

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In the world of One Piece, on the deck of Thousand Sunny.

Roronoa Zoro’s brows were twisted into a deep “川” shape, and the handles of the three famous swords were tightly grasped in his hands. The muscles on his arms were knotted and bulging, and powerful sword energy overflowed uncontrollably. It was obvious that he had entered a highly alert combat state.

“What do you mean?! What on earth does this mean?!”

Zoro stared at the sky, trying to find the enemy’s flaws from the distorted light and shadows and the spreading cracks, but it was all in vain.

“We’re just looking at it and it can attack us?!”

He was completely puzzled, and it completely overturned his understanding of fighting and powerful opponents.

“What kind of bullshit swordplay is this?! How can I chop when I can’t even see a shadow?! Do you want me to split the sky?!”

“Idiot green algae head! You’re still thinking about your swordsmanship at this hour! You fighting idiot!”

Next to him, Sanji was so scared that the cigarette in his mouth fell to the ground. He burned his toes without noticing. He held his head with both hands, and his body shook like a fallen leaf in the autumn wind.

“This is not a problem that can be solved by swordsmanship, okay?! Are you cutting the air?!”

Sanji’s voice was tearful and filled with unprecedented fear, even more desperate than when he faced the Four Emperors Big Mom.

“This… this is ten thousand times more terrifying than Hawkeye’s black knife slash! One hundred million times! That slash was enough to split the ocean in half, but this thing… it’s going to split our brains, our very existence!”

Usopp and Chopper were already hugging each other, letting out screams that were not human voices, while Nami was desperately flipping through the nautical chart, trying to find a non-existent “safe zone”.

Luffy also put away his smile, frowned, and clenched his fists, but he didn’t know where to punch.

Dragon Ball World, Earth, Western Capital, Capsule Corporation Courtyard.

“Waaaaaaaah – stop reading! Please stop reading! I didn’t see anything! I didn’t hear anything!”

Yamcha curled up into a ball, covered his ears with his hands and closed his eyes, as if this could block out the horrific information and devastating images that kept appearing on the sky.

“What the hell is this monster? It’s ten thousand times scarier than King Frieza, Cell, and Majin Buu combined! At least those guys can still fight!”

He suddenly raised his head, his eyes were full of tears and his nose was almost running. He looked at Son Goku and Vegeta not far away, and his voice was filled with tears.

“Did you hear that?! It said…it said these stories will attack the upper storytellers! They will attack the people who wrote the books! Those are gods, right?! Why should we mortals suffer!”
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