I asked you to write about the statue, and you wrote about Foundation 173?

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"Fits my stereotype of absurdity"

"Having said that, why do I feel that SCP-1915 actually knows the situation he is in and is just pretending? Otherwise, why did the last bus send him to the stop?"

"The reality distortion ability is great! Any reality warper can come up with things like perpetual motion machines and infinite energy.……"

"Is this person obsessed with work? He has such ability, but he still needs to work hard?"

"Reality bender, but psychotic"

"The interview record is another classic erroneous conversation. I can feel the doctor's embarrassment through the screen."

"But it feels more and more like this SCP-1915 subconsciously defines himself as an ordinary person, or is he pretending?"

"Identified as having low self-esteem"

"But this score shouldn’t be too high! Essentially, the ideas and content are not interesting or have any twist or connotation."

"Again, contestant No. 100 cannot write a masterpiece all at once. Others are geniuses, not monsters."

Yang Feng quickly checked it after writing 22, then opened the instruction book he had placed next to him, started to start the helmet and connected it to his computer.

Soon, he connected the wires and turned on the early morning He downloaded the relevant video playback software.

Then he put the helmet on his head. In order to get familiar with it, he first began to construct a three-dimensional SCP Foundation logo in his mind.

Almost instantly, on the originally dark screen Suddenly a three-dimensional glowing inner circle with three arrows appeared!

Yang Feng suppressed the shock, swallowed, and imagined in his mind that the logo began to spin in circles, and the logo on the screen also began to spin in circles.

After that, He constructed a lot of content and pictures in his mind, and the screen showed them one by one.

Although it was indeed a little abstract, it was close to perfect and he could complete what he wanted to do next.

Yang Feng came out In one breath, he started typing, and simultaneously constructed the picture and plot in his mind.

And since he was pasting and copying the content of the SCP official website in the light curtain, the two were essentially done simultaneously, and did not consume much energy.

【The surrounding fields are quiet and peaceful】

【The desert extends to the endless horizon, pure white and scarlet at dusk intertwined. There are no boundaries and no sharp edges. All you can see are rolling sand dunes.】

【You will feel its tranquility, beauty and purity. But unfortunately, I know the lies hidden behind the endless desert and cannot enjoy it. 】

At the same time, the screen began to display the picture in his mind: a planet completely covered by sand. The wonder composed of these sands looked so wonderful, but also terrifying.

This is the Blue Star that it once was, but now it's dead silent, so quiet, it's crazy

【Seven billion human souls were ground thin and finely crushed until no trace was left.】

【I made them stay here】

【Oh man, it all happened so quickly after we left. 】

The screen began to flash back crazily, as if time went backwards

【It all started on the day when you, a stranger to me, captured my power. I hid it in the past, but now I can easily guess the fate】

【Looking up, I only expected to see the stars dotting the windows of my apartment, but I got to see your glory, the stars shining silently as you tore yourself apart to let your power escape.】

【You weren't sure what you were going to do with it, and you threw it away. You knew yourself better than anyone else, and I once suspected I was the same as you.】

【Everyone said that I had no chance to see Zunyan because my dwelling was actually a small shelter, but these views had nothing to do with a person living in his own world. 】

A man wearing work clothes, who could be seen as an ordinary man at a glance, sat quietly in the holding room, his face full of madness.

【The moment I witnessed your death, I first knew myself. I never considered how long it would be.】

【I want to follow my own will, give up my power, imprison my heart, and never release it】

【But that night, your soul was burned to ashes like a lonely star. I woke up suddenly, and then died. 】

A burst of light suddenly shone in the containment room. The man stared at the wall, stood up, and then fell to the ground.

Under this strange light, the corpse shook slightly. After a few seconds, it stood up again, but it was no longer the man before.

【It’s no longer me who leaves this place】

【I'm just an insignificant earthworm. The only difference is that I can control the soil in which I crawl.】

【The SCP Foundation believes that I am a mentally ill, ineffective reality bender who is unlikely to pose a serious threat. They call me SCP-1915.】

【But they were not wrong at all. 】

The man walked forward in silence. Countless sand poured out from the containment room, corroding everything around it. It seemed to be an unstoppable trend.

【SCP-1915 died on the day the stars fell. 】(To read exciting novels, go to Feilu Novel Network!)

【And something knocked the guards flat against the cubicle wall and killed them, as if they were smaller than ants and easy to step on. 720, Site-17 was flattened in an instant, and submerged into the fine warm white sand under their feet. 】

Amidst the sound of sirens, several security guards rushed in from outside, but they were quickly submerged in the sand and disappeared without a trace.

The huge Site-17 was quickly submerged by the white sand, as if it had never existed, while the man continued to walk forward in silence.

【It's not an entity, because an entity has a personality, and this guy has none of it.】

【It has no goals, its actions do not have any deep meaning, it is heartless and has no desires or desires.】

【Not for revenge, not for domination, not for freedom, not even for simple power】

【If I had to describe it, I would call it... missing】

【Aimless, blind and foolish, lacking all willpower】

【It could easily reach into the sky and pick it off, but it didn't. I don't want to think about it.】

【If it were anything else, I would suspect that it was mocking the souls of the dead and teasing the thin and delicate things that stubbornly clung to my body over and over again.】

【But missing is no joke. ]

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