113. All returns to nothingness! SCP- The pseudo-beast general corrodes all eyes, the narrative layer collapses! (Ch 113)

Every attention paid to SCP-5999, every attempt to decipher its mysteries, only adds fuel to the fire of this horrific pseudo-beast and accelerates its arrival!

The so-called “containment measures” are nothing more than a carefully designed narrative trap that leads the “readers” step by step towards destruction!

In the world of The Bad Guys, in Tongwen Hall, the noisy atmosphere has long disappeared, and everyone is shocked into silence by the horrifying truth.

Chi Meng widened her lively eyes and opened her mouth into an “O” shape. After a long while, she finally let out a scream filled with horror and confusion:

“Ah! What the hell is going on here?!”

Her little face turned pale with fear, and her voice trembled a little:

“This document… this document itself is a monster!”

“The more you look at it, the more dangerous it becomes? If you don’t look at it, how can you know what the hell it is?!”

Chi Meng stamped her feet anxiously, her beautiful big eyes filled with confusion and a hint of grievance:

“Isn’t this a vicious cycle? Isn’t this a deliberate attempt to trick people? Who the hell came up with this idea?”

“Doesn’t this mean that as long as someone sees this thing, this monster called a pseudo-beast will sooner or later come out and harm people?!”

Her little head was spinning rapidly, and the more she thought about it, the more horrified she felt:

“So now… aren’t we just watching now?! Are we also helping that bad guy out?!”

“Oh my! This is so scary! What should I do?”

In the world of Super Seminary, at the command center of the Giant Canyon, Lianfeng, Qiangwei, Ge Xiaolun and others, as well as Zhao Xin, Liu Chuang and others who were watching simultaneously through secret communication, all had extremely solemn expressions.

Zhao Xin’s face, which always had a bit of cynicism, was now filled with disbelief. He scratched his short hair vigorously, and his tone was a little stammering:

“I…oh my god! What the hell is going on?!”

“Documents are prisons? Reading is the key? This… this is ten thousand times more mysterious than those crappy weapons of the Taotie and Styx civilizations!”

He slapped his thigh suddenly, and his voice became a little out of tune:

“Our Sky Blade Judgment! God-killing armor-piercing bullets! In front of it, it’s just… just like a child’s toy gun!”

“What the hell is this shitty foundation? What’s wrong with their brains? Did they get flooded or were they kicked by a donkey?!”

Zhao Xin became more and more excited as he spoke, almost spitting out saliva:

“Are they trying to contain this fake beast, or are they trying to open a buffet and pack up everyone and give it snacks?!”

“Can this still be called a containment procedure? This is simply a super invincible giant self-destruct button! And it’s the kind that can be detonated by anyone who takes a look at it!”

“It’s over, it’s all over now! As long as this document is still there, as long as there are still people who can see it, that monster will definitely come out and destroy the world!”

Ge Xiaolun’s face turned pale, and he murmured to himself: “Can our…our galactic power fight against this…this kind of conceptual thing?”

Qiangwei bit her lips tightly, her eyes filled with unprecedented solemnity. For the first time, she felt how insignificant her space-time abilities, which she was so proud of, were in the face of such a disaster that was beyond her comprehension.

In the world of Fights Break Sphere, deep in the Xingyun Pavilion, Yao Lao, Feng Zhe and others accompanied Xiao Yan, and everyone’s face was filled with deep shock and fear.

Xiao Yan took a deep breath and felt a piercing chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, making his soul tremble.

He slowly exhaled the foul air in his chest, his voice low and hoarse, with a hint of indescribable heaviness:

“Hiss… The so-called containment of this thing is so weird, so… vicious!”

There seemed to be a strange fire flickering in his dark eyes, but at this moment the fire seemed to be suppressed a little by the boundless chill:

“It cleverly exploits the innate curiosity, desire for knowledge, and even… fear itself!”

“It transforms these most basic emotions and instincts into food and strength to break free from its restraints!”

Yao Lao’s face was solemn. He said in a deep voice, “Every time someone reads this document, every time a world pays attention to its existence, the power of this pseudo-beast will increase, and the speed at which it breaks free will increase!”

Venerable Feng laughed bitterly, his tone full of helplessness: “This is really impossible to guard against and unavoidable! Unless… unless all the worlds turn a blind eye and a deaf ear to it, but how is that possible?”

Xiao Yan unconsciously clenched his fists in his sleeves, his nails almost digging into his palms:

“This is not some bullshit containment! This is clearly a grand sacrificial ceremony with all the living beings in the heavens and the world as sacrifices!”

“The Foundation… do they really want to protect the world, or do they choose the most extreme and insane method out of desperation, trying to cover another story with a bigger story?”

He raised his head suddenly, his eyes were as sharp as a hawk, but with a hint of deep powerlessness:

“The sad thing is that we, the readers, have been forcibly dragged into this sacrifice since the moment we learned of its existence, and have become accomplices in promoting its arrival!”

“This is more despairing than facing a powerful enemy like Emperor Hun Tian!”

In the world under one person, at the headquarters of Nadutong Company and its major regional branches, all the employees who had glimpsed the scene on the sky curtain through various means were now plunged into deathly silence.

The conference room was filled with smoke. Xu Si took a deep puff of his cigarette and then crushed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, making a slight “hiss” sound.

His face, which always had a bit of ruffian and cynicism, was now rarely filled with clouds, and the usual smile on the corner of his mouth had long disappeared.

A young employee, with a pale face and a trembling voice, broke the silence:

“Boss… this… this thing… if… if it appeared here…”

Xu Si glanced at him, his voice a little hoarse, with a self-deprecating smile:

“Oh, it appears here?”

He paused, looked around at his colleagues in the conference room who also looked pale, and said with a hint of black humor:

“Well, if this thing really shows up here, forget about containing it. We probably won’t even know what it is yet, and we’ll be using ourselves and the whole world as fuel!”

Another older employee pushed up his glasses, his eyes filled with fear behind the lenses:

“Hyakumonogatari… a Japanese ghost story game… read a hundred ghost stories, and when the last story is finished, something ominous will happen…”

“This SCP-5999 has turned this ancient form of weird talk into such a terrifying narrative weapon!”

Xu Si sneered, stood up, walked to the window, and looked out at the ordinary world. However, his eyes seemed to penetrate the endless void and saw the bloody sky and the terrifying document:

“Hey, the guy who designed this thing is an absolute genius, but also a complete lunatic!”

“Damn it, this is like telling you clearly that this is a trap. The more you want to study it, the more you want to stop it, the deeper you will fall and the faster you will die!”

“The only correct thing to do is to ignore it and let it die on its own? But who the hell can do that?!”

“It’s like putting a button in front of you that says “Press it and it will explode.” Next to it is a tens of thousands of words instruction manual that explains in detail how it will explode and how exciting it will be. How many people can resist studying the instruction manual and thinking about the button?”

Feng Baobao tilted her head, still with that confused expression on her face, but this time, even she seemed to sense something unusual in the solemn atmosphere around her. She let out a soft “ah” but didn’t ask any more questions.

Zhang Chulan’s face was covered in cold sweat. He thought of the source of his Qi body and the various conspiracies surrounding him, but at this moment, those seemed so insignificant.

“This… This is no longer a fight at our level… This is simply… a crushing at the level of rules…”

The cold words, like the final verdict, are ruthlessly engraved in the depths of the soul of every living being.

Documents are prisons, reading them is destruction!

SCP-5999: This Is Where I Die’s seemingly absurd yet extremely deadly “containment procedures” have turned into the heaviest shackles, torturing the conscience and rationality of every world.

The “Hyakumonogatari” structure, which originated from Japanese ghost stories, has now become a self-destructive protocol for all the heavens and worlds.

The hundredth candle, representing the chapter of “Evidence Record” about the final sacrifice and the complete liberation of the pseudo-beast, was already burning fiercely, reflecting the fear and despair that could not be concealed on the faces of all the “readers”.

And the terrifying existence called SCP-pseudo-beast, as the hundredth candle burned, let out a satisfied and greedy growl. It was accumulating its last strength, waiting to completely tear down all narrative barriers and descend upon the final feast of all “stories”!

There is no escape, no way to avoid it, because from the moment “reading” begins, everyone has become a part of this bloody story, destined to witness and participate in this final destruction!

Above the blood-red sky, the flame of the 100th candle – the “Evidence Record” chapter, has now burned to its extreme, as if it is about to burn the entire sky to ashes!

And the breathtaking revelation of the truth before was just the prelude to this feast of horror.

New, more scarlet and glaring words, with a soul-freezing malice, slowly emerged in the consciousness of all “readers”:

[Warning: The horror of SCP-pseudo-beast does not lie in its physical destruction of the material world. ] (To read the exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

[The most core, most incomprehensible, and most undefended attack method is a direct attack on the narrative layer! ]

[More specifically, it is a conceptual erasure of the upper-level narrators! ]

These few lines of words were like invisible ice cones, piercing fiercely into the deepest part of every strong man’s soul!

“Upper narrator? Conceptual erasure?”

Countless creatures cried out in their hearts. A fear even deeper than when they first knew the truth of “One Hundred Tales” overwhelmed them like a tide.

The words on the screen continued to scroll relentlessly, revealing an even more desperate mechanism:

[SCP-5999 This is the Land of My Death has a “One Hundred Tales” structure. Each story is not just a story of strange things, but also a secret impact and assimilation of the “reader’s” cognition, a pollution process that brings the “reader” closer to the “core of the story.”]

[Have you noticed that some of the elements described in the previous chapters will penetrate and integrate into the subsequent chapters in unexpected ways? ]

[For example, the writing of “quantity”, “piercing”, and “holy” summons the shadow of the Spear of Longinus. ]

[For example, the simultaneous appearance of SCP-False Beast and SCP-5999’s collection of strange stories “This is Where I Die”.]

[This is a sign of narrative pollution, and also a sign that SCP-pseudo-beast is breaking through the narrative dimension and eroding a higher level of reality! ]

“Narrative pollution?!”

“It…it’s learning? Evolving? Infiltrating our cognition?!”

“Could it be that everything we see, hear, and understand has been contaminated by it?!”

Panic spread like a plague throughout the heavens and the myriad worlds. Countless powerful people tried to recall the details of what happened before, but the more they thought, the more frightened they became, as if they had already fallen into a carefully woven invisible giant net.

The next line of words completely destroyed the last bit of luck of all the “readers”:

[The most terrifying possibility, and also the most cruel reality is——]

[The “reader” himself may already be in the narrative layer constructed or eroded by the SCP-pseudo-beast! ]

You thought you were safely reading a story from the outside, a distant disaster.

[But in fact, you may already be inside the story, part of this unfolding horror, and…]

[You are the next sacrifice! ]

“No–!”

“This is impossible!”

“How can we be the people in the story?!”

Creatures from countless worlds screamed in fear. They subconsciously looked around and at their companions, trying to find a sense of security from the familiar environment.

But the bloody sky and the cold words seemed to be mocking their futility mercilessly.

You think you are reading a story, but little do you know that you are already in the story and are the lamb to be slaughtered!

Then, above the sky, a concluding narration, or rather, a grim declaration from a higher-dimensional observer, emerged, completely defining the nature of this disaster:

[Summary: The attack mode of SCP-5999 pseudo-beasts is not targeted at any characters in the story – no matter how powerful they are or what magical powers they possess.]

[Its only target is the author, the reader, and the narrators who give the story (King Zhao) meaning and existence! ]

[Once SCP-pseudo-beast is completely released with the help of the “One Hundred Tales” ritual, it will directly attack and devour the sky that is currently supporting the appearance, and allow you to observe

There is someone behind all this! 】

[The result will be that all narratives observed, recorded, and spread by this existence – including the world you are in right now and everything you experience – will completely collapse, be erased, and return to nothingness! ]

[This is a dimensionality reduction attack that you cannot defend against, cannot understand, and cannot even observe in its entirety! ]

“Dimensionality reduction attack?!”

“Attack the being behind the sky?!”

“Our world… is that narrative that exists?!”

If the previous revelation was horror, then at this moment, it was despair that penetrated deep into the bone marrow!

In the world of Shrouding the Sky, within the major life forbidden zones, those supreme beings who once looked down upon the ages and claimed to be immortal, now felt a chill all over their bodies.

An ancient supreme being with white hair and a vicissitudes of life in his eyes growled hoarsely: “This… This is no longer an attack on the soul!”

Another supreme being with chaotic energy lingering around him said with unprecedented fear in his tone: “It is going to attack the foundation of existence! The source of Tao!”

“Our universe, the great path we have achieved, the eons we have experienced…”

“Could it be… could it be that this is all just a thought or a story of a higher-dimensional being?!”

“This fake beast, what it wants to do is to make the storyteller… shut up?!”

“Then wouldn’t we in the story have even the chance to struggle, and would simply… disappear?!”

“This is even more empty than the ending of the Dark Turmoil! Even more thorough!”

They were proficient in the art of attacking with their spiritual powers, but for the first time they felt how pale and powerless all their methods were in the face of such an incredible attack.

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