115. I heard a voice behind me, SCP-3812 eagerly advancing!! At its peak, the supreme divine being spoke! (Ch 115)

Above the bloody sky, the summary statement about SCP-pseudo-beast, like an indelible mark, is deeply engraved in the hearts of all “readers” in the heavens and all worlds.

[The SCP-pseudo-beast inventory is temporarily suspended, but the threat has not been resolved. ]

[This god-killing gun pointing at the narrative itself has been activated by the Foundation. It will forever hang at the pinnacle of all known civilizations and unknown terrors.]

[Every time you tell a story, every time you explore the unknown, and even every time you seek the truth, you are probably recalibrating the target for this gun…]

[The Foundation’s desperate gamble has been made, its name is SCP–pseudo-beast. ]

[And you, all readers, all beings in the story, will live under the shadow of this gun from now on, until… the next Hundred Tales begins, or… the final sacrifice comes. ]

The cold and emotionless words slowly disappeared, leaving only the SCP-5999 document still emitting an ominous bloody light.

The heavens and the world fell into an even more eerie silence.

The inventory of the pseudo-beasts has ended, but the gun called “God Slayer” is already hanging above the head of every living being, flashing a cold light that freezes the soul.

The Foundation’s desperate gamble…what will be the cost of this gamble?

No one knows the answer.

But everyone understands,

The real terror may have just begun to brew.

because..

In the void again,

A new file has emerged silently, replacing the pseudo-beast.

The scarlet “Keter” level logo is still eye-catching.

But underneath it, a line of small words seemed to contain a heavier and more desperate meaning than Keter itself.

[Warning: The complexity and threat level of the current object may have exceeded the definition of the existing classification system. ]

Then, the main content of the archive slowly unfolded.

[Item #: SCP-3812]

[Object Class: Keter]

[Special Containment Procedures: None. The Foundation is currently unable to effectively contain it. ]

[Description: SCP-3812, alias – The Voice Behind Me (Endeavorer).]

[His original identity: human, Sam Howell. ]

The hearts of the spectators from all over the world sank suddenly.

Human?

Another anomaly transformed from a human?

But this time,

The voice of the narrator lost its previous coldness and objectivity, and took on an unprecedented solemnity and a hint of…

It was imperceptible, as if it was a pity for some kind of fate.

“Everyone.”

That voice resounds deep in the soul of every living being.

Low, yet filled with an indescribable weight.

“What you are about to witness is a mortal who, against his will, was forced to embark on a never-ending journey of transcendence.”

“A road of destruction… leading to endless loneliness and absolute nothingness.”

“SCP-3812, Sam Howell.”

“He, or it, is, and will always be, constantly transcending any level of reality and narrative that attempts to describe, define, understand, or even observe it.”

“It climbs upward and never stops.”

“The universe where the Foundation is located, all the containment procedures we have seen before, all the sacrifices and efforts…”

“To SCP-3812, it is just a story that it has already stepped on and may even have forgotten.”

“Yes, a story.”

“A lower-level narrative structure.”

“And it is always above the current narrative.”

“Its very existence is a direct, absolute, and irreversible metaphysical disaster for all narrative levels below it!”

“It doesn’t need to attack.”

“It just needs to exist.”

“It is enough to cause countless worldviews and countless realities to collapse and disintegrate into nothingness because they cannot bear its height.”

“The Foundation…is powerless.”

“This is SCP-3812, (Endeavor) the voice behind me.”

The moment the words fell,

An indescribable feeling of despair, like the deepest cosmic cold wave, swept across the heavens and all worlds!

The world of covering the sky.

The edge of the universe, deep in the forbidden zone.

The supreme beings who had been sleeping for eternity, the great emperors and ancient kings who once dominated the universe and looked down upon eternity, at this moment, all woke up from their deepest slumbers!

On their imperial bodies,

The immortal chain of laws rustles,

But it was not because of any provocation from the outside world, but rather came from an unprecedented huge tremor that came from the origin of the soul!

“What…what is that?!”

A supreme being in the forbidden zone of life,

The voice was hoarse and filled with unprecedented horror.

“Metaphysical disaster…beyond the narrative level?”

Another ancient emperor, whose eyes could penetrate layers of chaos, could only feel an incomprehensible void and abyss between the words on the sky.

“The end of the imperial road we are pursuing… the fairyland… in front of that thing…”

An emperor murmured bitterly to himself. He once thought that he was standing at the top of the universe, overlooking the world and pursuing the ultimate transcendence.

But now, the SCP-3812 revealed by the sky, the endless, forced “transcendence”…

“How ridiculous!”

“If you don’t become an immortal, you will struggle in the mortal world. But if you become an immortal, will you be just an insignificant story fragment in the eyes of the higher narrator?”

“Endless… Is this the real endless thing?!”

“It’s not even pursuing itself, but being pushed upwards! What is behind it?!”

Horror! Unprecedented horror!

This is no longer a question of whether one is powerful or not, but the despair of having one’s existence itself completely overturned!

The imperial laws that they were so proud of seemed disproportionately small in front of SCP-3812’s “height” that surpassed all “stories”!

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Beyond the boundless sea, the ultimate ancient land.

Several supreme giants who were sitting cross-legged suddenly opened their eyes at this moment. Their eyes tore through time and space, reflecting the frightening file on the sky.

“A…mortal?”

A giant said in a low voice, full of disbelief.

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“Forced…to transcend all narrative?”

The fragments of time surrounding the other giant were trembling.

They fought all their lives, from one era to another, crossed the boundless sea, and stepped on countless corpses. What was they doing here?

Isn’t it for transcendence, for true eternity and freedom?

But now, Tianmu told them that there was a presence that was “jumping out” one “story” after another in a way that they could not understand!

“We fought in battles, shed blood, quelled unrest, and protected the realm… Is all this just… a struggle in a story?”

“It’s transcending all rules!”

“Who makes the rules? Who writes the story?”

A peerless giant in white looked up at the sky, his eyes filled with unprecedented confusion and shock.

“Every step he takes upwards, he steps on a layer of reality… Then what is this world and sea that we live in to him?”

“A bottom-level narrative that has long been surpassed and not even remembered?”

“This is more despairing than any dark turmoil!”

“What’s the meaning of the so-called Immortal Emperor and the so-called Road Ending Level in front of him?”

For the first time, the giants at the end of the sea boundary felt the insignificance of their own efforts, and felt awe and fear of the “higher existence”.

A world where mortals cultivate to become immortals.

The spirit world,

In a secret cave somewhere.

Han Li sat cross-legged.

The aura around him was restrained, but his deep eyes suddenly shrank to the size of a needle tip!

He looked at the description of SCP-3812 on the sky, and a huge wave of emotion rose in his heart!

“Metaphysical…disaster?”

These four words,

Each one was as heavy as a mountain, weighing him down so hard that he could hardly breathe.

Han Li had been cautious and careful throughout his life, from the human world to the spiritual world, and then to the immortal world. He had experienced countless life and death ordeals, survived countless heavenly tribulations, and ascended again and again.

He thought he had seen enough of the strange and bizarre and had climbed to a high enough height.

Compared to this “ascent” of SCP-3812…

“It’s simply… a firefly competing with the bright moon!” Han Li felt bitter in his heart.

The ascension he experienced was nothing more than climbing up within an established, larger “world rule”.

And this SCP-3812, it is… crawling out of the “world rules” itself!

“It transcends not realms, not space… but the foundation that defines its existence!”

“This is no longer something that can be measured by strength!”

“The Foundation cannot contain it either… How can we understand such an existence? How can we fight against it?”

For the first time, Han Li felt how pale and powerless the wisdom and character that he was proud of were in the face of such an absolute, conceptual-level disaster.

“If it passes through a world… No, it doesn’t need to pass through. As long as its narrative level is higher than that of a world, that world will collapse because it cannot accommodate its existence?”

Cold sweat broke out on Han Li’s forehead.

This is a million times more terrifying than any inner demon or any heavenly calamity!
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