SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 163: Start the Explosion!_1

Colin and the others had been walking for most of the day without seeing the edge of this city, and every time they arrived somewhere, they encountered flying heads—

Where did these people come from in their lifetimes?

In modern society, if such a high death rate occurred, if such a major urban disaster happened, it feels like it would have made headlines already, it shouldn’t be without news.

"Just how many secrets does this damned place hold?"

Colin took a deep breath, didn’t think much about it, and started to continue on his journey through the rain.

Finally, on the third day of their arrival in Rain City, they saw the mountain mentioned by the "Yukionna."

Colin held a hand-cranked flashlight, looked up, trying to discern the shape of the mountain, but unfortunately, most of the mountain was beyond the effective range of the light, barely revealing a bit of its outline.

After reaching the foot of the mountain, Colin and his group distinctly felt the air temperature had dropped quite a bit...

"This is the right place, isn’t it?"

Colin raised his right hand, asked softly, and quickly received a reply.

Indeed, it was here...

The emotions conveyed by the "Yukionna" began to feel like... a sort of homesickness, or stage fright—she obviously became more talkative.

In a sense, this was her home, where she was born under the power of several books, and where she possibly spent decades, if not at least a dozen years.

A cold chill emanated from the object in his hand...

The Yukionna told him that quite a few people climbed the mountain to find her, and she would play snowball fights with them; sadly, they were not resilient enough, with half a person disappearing with a single throw of a snowball.

"Huh? Half a person was gone?"

Colin’s expression furrowed, your idea of a snowball fight seems different from what I know?

However, after standing still for a bit, they began the climb under the "Yukionna’s" guidance.

There were some snow spirit-like puppets hidden on the mountain path, but most of these were arranged by the "Yukionna," so naturally, they posed no obstacle to her.

About an hour later, Colin and his party reached the middle of the mountain, which seemed indistinguishable from other places.

They did not see any "rifts."

However, Colin sensed more carefully and did indeed find that the "concentration" here was not as high as in other places.

This place was most likely the area with a lower "abnormality index" that the woman had spoken of.

Then, behind an inconspicuous stone cover, Colin found the "Yukionna’s" home.

A cave about half a person tall, inside was a very large hall with many flowers, stuffed animals, music boxes, and such, all frozen over for who knows how many years.

Colin looked at these items and silently mourned for the Good Brothers who had once brought gifts to the "Yukionna."

After all, according to the "Yukionna," she liked the various novelty items that these people brought, but not the people themselves.

So without exception, after receiving the gifts, she would either engage in snowball fights or freeze them into ice sculptures and throw them down the mountain.

They wanted both wealth and life, utterly despicable.

At this moment, a message suddenly came from the ring, seemingly a plea for inquiry.

"Do you want to take these toys away?"

Colin was surprised, but after a moment of thought, he didn’t oppose the "Yukionna’s" words.

His ability to wear the ring for long periods was because of the "Yukionna’s" cooperation, and since she had also helped a lot along the way, lending a hand in return wasn’t too much to ask.

However, while packing up, Colin found that several of the items were actually company props...

Most weren’t very effective, but they possessed considerable ornamental or artistic value.

"This, not to mention the Yukionna, even I like these."

Colin took a brief look and found that two of the items had quite decent attributes, especially the music box.

As long as it was opened and played music, it could increase one’s combat power...

"This bro really went all out, such a shame, bootlickers never end well."

Colin murmured to himself, silently pocketing the items, keeping them safe for "Yukionna"—even if he didn’t use them himself, easily liquidating them would net him a few thousand Points in extra income.

After summoning that unknown, super-strong F Level Employee, he was flat broke and needed to figure out a way to divert the source and create his own stream.

Divert Yukionna’s source, create his own stream.

As for the opinion of "Yukionna" herself... A girl’s heart can’t be so materialistic.

After dealing with "Yukionna’s" estate, Colin began preparing for the "1-24 ’Formless Mother’ ritual."

"The battle site should be halfway up the mountain, and there’s still two or three days left..."

"First, I need to make the scene as dry as possible, which ’Yukionna’ can handle. Set up a giant ice chamber, control the temperature to keep it low enough, and it’ll dry out the air..."

"Then comes using three monster bodies from ’Passionate Paradise’ as sacrifices..."

"After that, set up the explosives, hmm, add some magnesium powder to the Blended Oil along with those other materials, and it should blow up just fine..."

"It’s just that..."

Colin looked at the setup before him, an altar surrounded by explosives, with even the monster bodies on the altar stuffed full of explosives—

This is damn hardcore fishing, will that thing really take the bait?

Colin glanced again at the "Subsidiary Document." It mentioned that the "Formless Mother" lacked intelligence and was all madness; some Employees who liked causing trouble had used the same tricks several times before.

It had always been successfully summoned, followed by a good thrashing, earning some achievements, and achievements meant getting points for the upgrade panel.

"It’d be nice to have some achievements and points to add right now."

Colin had just embarrassingly realized that he hadn’t earned a single point since receiving the upgrade panel.

With the collapse of "Passionate Paradise," the thing was as useful as a rib bone.

Without giving it much thought, in the remaining time, Colin and the others slowly perfected their preparations.

Time passed by bit by bit...

It was at the very moment the seventh day arrived that Colin and the others suddenly heard a familiar sound in their ears—

"Dong—Dong—Dong—"

It was the familiar sound of a bell, but compared to before, the sound seemed far away and unable to penetrate through.

"Begin the summoning!"

Colin looked towards Dog Brother and the others, instructing them to recite the special, strangely pronounced incantations that he had informed them about earlier.

"Fusrodarr, Bthumg’ha de M’raal..."

The moment the words were spoken, Colin suddenly felt a gaze descend on this place, and then, everyone saw the three monster corpses on the altar undergo some indescribable transformation.

Their flesh, like melting wax figures, suddenly changed from solid to a viscous black liquid.

On this dark viscous liquid incessantly emerged green eyeballs after another, and slits resembling mouths opened and closed, the flowing eyeballs looking towards them, while the fixated mouths emitted countless meaningless broken phrases, mixing into a dizzying low murmur.

At this moment, it expanded and grew larger, quickly swelling to the size of a sedan.

And it was then...

[Detection: "1-24 ’Formless Mother’" has reached 0.01% of its true form, now is the optimal time to respond.]

A prompt appeared in Colin’s mind.

Without any hesitation, he immediately ordered "Good Brother":

"Blow it up!!!"

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