SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 114 Entering "Passionate Paradise" _1
November 3rd, 11:21:57 AM, inside the room.
"There are 39 minutes left until twelve o’clock..."
Colin withdrew his gaze from the electronic wall clock and then glanced over at the small discussion group on the parchment.
After a few days of working together, everyone had chosen to follow his advice, meaning they no longer used any drugs or items, and they had abandoned the idea of giving "Script City·Passionate Paradise" a tiny bit of shock from the "Book of Fate."
At least that was the case on the surface; what they chose to do privately, Colin wasn’t clear about, and he couldn’t force them...
To be honest, he felt that this group was starting to go mad.
And it seemed that this crazed way of thinking was a bit contagious...
"This is making me wonder if there’s a traitor or a water ghost from ’Passionate Paradise’ among you four, deliberately leading you astray... Hiss, no, no, I can’t start going crazy with you."
Colin put away the parchment. A boat won’t sink because of the water around it, but it will because of the water inside it.
Then, he began the routine check of his equipment and items to reinforce his impression.
This time around, some equipment was banned in the instance, which could be seen as a nerf.
Currently, he could use... "Servant of Money," "Ring of Flame Dominance," "Fusion Card: Smiling Mountain of Corpses," "Revolver Contrarian," "Widow Yukionna," "Murky Energy Shard," "Analytical Lens" —
Well, excluding those "The False Powerhouses," it didn’t seem like he had been nerfed much; he could still use his core equipment.
Colin took a deep breath and looked up again at the electronic wall clock, making sure he still had some time. He casually opened his computer and deleted all his study files, intending to leave his innocence in this world...
After completing all this, he lay back on his bed, somewhat nervously.
This mission didn’t require him to go himself. Like the "Ascension Project," all he had to do was lie on the bed and wait for the transport at the start of the mission.
As time ticked by, not knowing exactly how many seconds had passed, Colin suddenly looked blank.
A distant and ancient bell tolled in his ears, and a surge of dense fog rolled in.
He felt his body continuously falling.
Not knowing how much time had gone by, Colin came to his senses, blinked, sat up, and found himself in a somewhat unfamiliar small room.
"Is this... the world inside ’Passionate Paradise’?"
Colin propped himself up from the bed and looked around the room, examining the unfamiliar décor.
The room was half the size of his bedroom, seemingly just over ten square meters.
Importantly, this tiny ten-square-meter room incredibly contained bookshelves, a television, a sofa, a desk, a computer, and even a small bathroom. The surrounding pink decorations also exuded an inexplicably warm feeling...
The entire room of just over ten square meters, though small, was completely equipped.
"It’s also a rarity for the designer, managing to fit so many things into such a small room..."
Colin watched with admiration, though the décor style looked somewhat familiar, as if he had seen it somewhere before, yet he couldn’t quite recall where.
Not dwelling too much on the room’s layout, as soon as he was sure there was no danger, he immediately checked whether his "Storage Room" and other functions were still usable. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺
"Everything should be functioning normally; that information from the Two-Faced guy wasn’t wrong..."
Colin pondered the information he had received at the time.
He was told that after arriving, he would be assigned a new identity and be required to act according to assigned tasks, but a mission had yet to appear...
However, at this very moment, a line of white text suddenly emerged on Colin’s retinas.
[You are awake...]
[Your name is Colin, and you remember being a kindhearted high school student with a non-blood-related sister whom you’ve depended on since childhood, living in this small room left behind by your parents...]
[Today is yet another serene day with a gentle breeze and a warm sun. You, as usual, wake up from your nap, ready to brush your teeth, wash your face, tidy up your appearance, and eat the breakfast made by your sister. You’ll go to school before 1:30 PM, return home at 6 PM, and finally sleep before 9 PM, passing peacefully through this ordinary day.]
[You know that you! Must! Not! Break! This! Daily! Routine!!!]
Is this the narrator? Colin sensed something, certain that this had little to do with Bonfire Company—the style of the text output was just different.
Then, he briefly looked at the contents above...
"A high school student? A sister not related by blood? Orphaned?"
"No wonder I felt this room layout seemed familiar. A high school student in Neon, although it seems somewhat out of place. The books on the shelf are all in Chinese—’A Brief History of Time’, ’Calculus’, ’Mysteries of Survival’, ’Terrifying Marine Depths’. Oh, they cover quite a range..."
"Brushing teeth, washing face, having breakfast prepared by my sister, going to school and coming home, another tranquil day... Is this what today’s task requires?"
Colin contemplated thoughtfully, but upon seeing the last line of text, particularly the narrator that seemed paler by a few shades, he couldn’t help but mock in his mind: "If I shouldn’t break it, then I shouldn’t, but what’s with all these exclamation marks?"
However, speaking of which, with the information at hand, he temporarily couldn’t spot what was amiss about this "narrator"...
The mission seemed ordinary as well, skimming over everything without going into detail, so it’s possible that the dangerous aspects would only be encountered during its execution...
"I have no idea what roles the other four got, hmm, it surely can’t be that they all turned into girls... But I can’t contact them now, so I just hope they don’t end up doing something fatal."
Colin silently prayed for them for three seconds before something came to mind. He glanced over at the digital clock on a simple-style shelf formed by a few wooden sticks—12:07 PM, without seconds.
"Judging by the feeling of time passing, it has indeed been about seven minutes, so does this time align with reality?"
He remembered the brief mentioning to be mindful of the mission time, so he made a mental note of it.
Then, Colin rose from the bed, ready to get up and brush his teeth and wash his face as required, to begin today’s task.
But just at this moment, some mission information appeared in his mind.
[Team Promotion Mission—"Script City: Passionate Paradise".]
[Event One: Survive seven days in ’Passionate Paradise’ with remaining time 167:52:31.]
Note: Completing this event will be considered as completing this round of promotion missions and will result in a certain amount of reward upon return.
[Event Two: Investigate the various anomalies in "Passionate Paradise" to gather substantial information.]
Note: Upon your return, rewards will be given according to the completion status of the mission.
[Event Three: There exists a certain special, conflict-free path to life enhancement in "Passionate Paradise", a route specifically left behind by a former senior executive of the company in this instance. Please try to understand it and take it out of "Passionate Paradise".]
Note: Completing this event will earn a significant reward and unlock additional special feature access.
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