The Foundation's world is exposed, and all the anime characters are broken

【A few days later]

Dr. Bright woke up with a splitting headache and fuzzy memories….Barbecue sauce?

No, something else.

Oh, yes, the memories came flooding back to him, him standing there with the staff in his hand, the beast, the lightning, the teeth, the blood and the pain, and the indescribable horrible feeling as he leaped into the host.

But now – something was wrong.

He could feel the cold stone behind him, which meant he was lying down.

He could hear people moving around.

So there was a good chance he was still – in the Foundation.

Then.

A familiar voice came from above –

“Jack? We need you very much right now, sir.” Dr. Bright slowly opened his eyes and frowned preemptively.

Standing next to him was a familiar-looking Mexican man wearing a chain mail.

“I know you, don’t I?” Another man leaned down and helped Dr. Bright to his feet.

“Not really, sir, please follow me.” He held Jack’s arm tightly, and with his other hand he held a long cane tightly.

At this moment, Dr. Bright suddenly stopped and looked at the others walking past him.

All of them were wearing the same clothes.

A chain mail with a red and gold breastplate, and they all held the same cane.

“You are D-113”

“You are the first one, right?”Dr. Bright couldn’t help but stare at him. If he guessed correctly, he should be the first person to wear [Immortality].

And it has been a long time since the first time.

“Oh, the answer to the question is half right and half wrong. The man shook his head:”Yes, but not actually”

“To put it bluntly, none of this is real.

He pointed to the castle walls and the people around him.

Hearing this,

Dr. Bright frowned slightly.

“I understand.”

Based on his knowledge, he could still make such a judgment.

“Okay, okay, that makes things much easier.” The man breathed a sigh of relief:”You see, your brain is not ready yet. It can’t process how 682 sees things.”

“So, it protects itself in this way.”

“Only, it’s not just your consciousness, 963 is involved as well, and somehow the remnants of those you took over are being presented as an aid”

“But, it’s still a part of you, do you understand?”

Dr. Bright took a deep breath.

The person leading the way pushed open a heavy wooden door, and he subconsciously looked up at the sky.

What he saw made him speechless for a moment.

The thing above his head.

That creation, called SCP-682 in a limited scope.

It is so majestic.

A creature as beautiful as a nightmare, abominable but charming, stretching across the sky, the ground, the horizon, hell, and everything that does not belong to Dr. Bright and his castle.

At this time.

Dr. Bright frowned even deeper, and several fully armed men suddenly ran to his side.

Even the old man was there, although he shouldn’t be there.

And they just stood there.

Dr. Bright could also feel his influence eased.

“Share the load, got it. He tore his eyes away from the thing and turned toward his fortress.

It was clearly visible.

A twisted castle stood here, and parts of him stood at each corner, staff in hand, charging at the barbecue sauce monster.

Purple lightning curved and played across the beast’s surface, slicing its flesh into intrusion.

Making it do his bidding.

“We are trapped, aren’t we?” Dr. Bright suddenly said

“Trapped in a cage, sir.”

The man answered honestly

“Then find a way out. There is barbecue sauce waiting for us.” Bright suddenly said.

This made those people stunned.

“What?”

“Uh, figure of speech. Dr. Bright sighed.

He racked his brains to recall his memory.

The answer was there.

Finally, he finally remembered everything and raised his long stick.

The next second

“Sizzle——！”

A line of energy burst out from the staff.

It drew a long line through the creature above them.

Then everything began to change.

Internally, the effect was hard to describe, but everyone could feel it.

Something was different.

Now.

The dragon was moving.

Dr. Bright couldn’t help laughing.

“BBQ SAUCE!” he roared, in what was surely the worst battle cry ever.

The energy lines were a mental projection of his control over 682, violently released from the castle’s architecture.

He could feel it doing what he wanted, what he ordered.

He knew there was a part of his brain that was actually inside the creature controlling it, seeing through its eyes, but he also knew that he could never hope to understand the way it saw the world.

So here he was, putting up a fierce fight on his behalf, using metaphors and similes.

But it didn’t last long.

When he realized he had done what he wanted, the dragon fought back.

Its ferocious claws tore through the castle walls, its foul breath echoing through the walls, causing his body to shudder and shrink back into the safety of 963.

Dr. Bright knew he couldn’t hold on any longer , so he used the last of his willpower to have the monster order it back.

Then he retreated to safety as well.

At this moment, the faces of the members of the Universe who witnessed this exchange were all a little strange.

Because this was completely different from the exchange they had originally expected.

“Is this the last Doctor Apocalypse? Why does it feel completely different from the rest of the characters? He can also face off against 682 head-on”

“This is not a direct confrontation, at most it is just self-protection”

“Hehe! If you have the guts, go up and protect yourself? This guy is something that even the cosmic god can’t deal with!”

“Maybe it’s just because this SCP682 is special. Anyway, in terms of strength alone, I don’t think he is stronger than God.”

For a while, in the channels of the heavens and the worlds, many beings began to argue.

At least from the current performance of the naked eye.

The old man named”God” is the more powerful existence.

As for the immortal evil lizard, it can be trapped by acid, and it has been contained by the Foundation.

From this point of view.

No matter what, the old man who can destroy the world is stronger.

However, in the Foundation world, pure destructive power does not seem to be the same as the specification.

If the status is different, the combat effectiveness between the two sides is often different.

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The picture on the light screen is still playing.

Dr. Bright can feel the soft texture of the bed under him.

From the touch of the cotton sheets.

He judged that this was not his own bed, the thin mattress, the smell of disinfectant, the belts on his wrists, neck, chest and feet, he must be in the medical department

“The subject is awakening, Overseer.”

Dr. Bright slowly opened his eyes, aware of the feeling of cold metal pressing against his temple.

His eyes first glanced at the man with the gun.

It was one of the Overseer’s thugs.

Of all these people, none of them were worth remembering.

Then , from where the voice had just come from, the lovely Dr. Light was doing her medical duties.

Finally.

He focused his eyes on the only remaining space beside the bed, which was occupied by a monitor screen.

From it, a black outline of a person could be seen.

A mechanical voice, carefully filtered to remove any identification, spoke to him.

“Please confirm your identity”[]

However, with or without identifying marks, Bright still knew who was behind the silhouette.

“Dr. Jack Bright, Level 5 Researcher”

“Many, many human resources managers at various sites.” Bright said calmly.

“”Who is your sister?” the voice continued.

Hearing this, Bright sighed softly.

He knew that this was the Foundation, and in order to make sure he was himself, these questions were necessary.

“ClairePierce.” Bright said calmly:”Also, the answers to your next three questions are 31-20-35, Ebola virus, purple monkey dishwasher”

“Identity confirmed. Dr. Bright, what is your last memory?

0Please ask for flowers

Bright thought for a long time.

He said

“I’m… fighting 682, right?”

“Yes, I also brought a long stick and various tools! I guess he didn’t eat 963.”

Hearing this, the voice began to respond gently.

“Dr. Bright, SCP-963’s contact with SCP-682 has lasted for nearly a week.”

“For the first 36 hours, SCP-682 was in a comatose state. Later, it began to grow large claws and dug through the containment facility, causing a serious escape incident.”

“Incredibly, SCP-682 is only���Killed a researcher”

“Then allowing itself to be meekly led back to the containment facility, SCP-682 spent another 24 hours in the room before falling into a coma again.”

“10 hours ago, SCP-963 was expelled from SCP-682’s forehead.”

“A team retrieved it and immediately placed it on your current body.”

“You haven’t moved since then, anything else you’d like to add?”

“Sorry, I don’t remember anything.”Bright frowned and smacked his lips:”Why do I taste barbecue sauce?”

At this moment.

In another completely different place, the dragon curled up and savored its new prey.

Such a tiny human.

It never thought that these dirty creatures could teach it anything.

But one of them did.

The beast circled around the researcher’s memories, absorbed them, and made them its own.

In the process of learning how to be afraid, it added another tool to its vast arsenal, a way it could change itself. And finally eliminate what it called the scourge of mankind.

Seeing this.

The audience of all heavens and worlds understood the end of this incident.

The immortal evil lizard finally adapted to it all.

And turned it into its own weapon.

Game Life World.

Kong continued to focus on the light curtain in front of him, holding his chin with interest and looking at

“Such an immortal evil lizard”

“From a gaming perspective, it’s a cheating monster.”

“A virus that can absorb any code, and there is almost no way to deal with it”

“I’m afraid only the Supreme God can solve it.”

Of course.

In the eyes of game players like him, in fact, he is most interested in the card game of San Yanluo.

He is not disgusted with San Yanluo’s behavior.

After all, it was the old man who got carried away by his success. Although he won the game, he lost his life in the end.

To be honest, a real game player must take all factors into consideration.

Among them, including the one of quitting when he is ahead, so that he can win in the end.

Obviously, the old man did not do this.

First of all, if the old man really wants to win, he must set the conditions perfectly.

Eternal life alone is obviously not enough.

In front of this existence beyond the world, it is not an easy thing to make yourself win everything.

“The three treasures should be returned honestly.”

“Otherwise, this wouldn’t happen. I don’t know what a card game is like.”

Sora is quite interested in this game.

If you can really get such a good reward, then it’s worth a try.

At this time, the light screen began to play the following content

【Actually】

【Dr. Jack Bright started out as a fully qualified junior researcher.】

【Assigned to research the properties of SCP-963-1】

【However, later that year, SCP-076-2 breached containment when Dr. Bright happened to be walking past SCP-076-2’s containment unit holding SCP-963-1.】

【And became the first person to die in a containment breach】

【A few days later, D1-113 personnel assigned to clean up the ruins found and picked up 963-1 from the wreckage, and immediately underwent significant changes.】

【Behind all this, it is closely related to SCP-076】

【his name…Abel】

【Brother of Cain, a demigod in Sumerian mythology】

【In His former glory, He was an unquestionable Supreme Deity.