Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

"All medical and psychological support units should activate the highest level of response plan to prepare for receiving and handling cases of side effects within the expected range."

His gaze swept across the foundation's emblem on the screen, which now seemed particularly glaring, and he said, enunciating each word clearly:

“We control, we contain, we protect—even if the way we protect is to make the whole world ‘forget’ the existence of the shadow again, even if we know that the shadow has never left and has just been seen by the eyes of countless unfamiliar worlds.”

"The foundation operates in the shadows, and this stance is unwavering. Let's begin."

Chapter 19 Are these guys locals?

[The Real World]

"Holy crap, the Foundation actually won the revival round!"

Looking at the string of results in the search list, Bai Jin felt as if he had returned to that summer many years ago.

The delivery is still a while away, how about we order a few more to celebrate?

There's a lot of content I've already forgotten.

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Just before the Foundation's Site-19 "total silence" protocol was about to be activated, the Sky Curtain—that giant screen that ignores all physical and logical obstacles—once again lit up without warning.

The familiar black circular emblem, with three white arrows spiraling inward, hovers coldly in the center of the void.

Inside the Foundation's command center, all actions that were preparing to execute the memory erasure command instantly froze.

The technician's finger hovered over the red button, while the Watcher's supervisor's command stuck in his throat.

They stared intently at the screen, their eyelids twitching uncontrollably.

"besides?"

Someone murmured under their breath, their voice carrying an ominous premonition.

This time, the sky did not broadcast rousing declarations or glorious epics.

A deeper voice sounded, accompanied by background noise that occasionally mixed with signal interference.

Before you begin, ask yourself a simple question: Is the world around you real?

The opening line of the opening sequence is accompanied by a philosophically contemplative shot—a slowly rotating nebula, a solitary glass bead, and a pair of eyes gazing at their own reflection in a mirror.

This scene took many viewers around the world by surprise.

"What's this? A new lecture on the sociology of the universe?"

This was completely different from the previous explosive content, which was truly disappointing.

The answer seems obvious: the world you perceive is real, otherwise how could you interact with it?

The images on the celestial screen were different from the fleets and starry seas of the past; instead, they depicted the ordinary lives of ordinary people on Earth.

It looks very ordinary.

Those who saw this scene were even more disappointed.

They were quite enthusiastic the last few times.

Perhaps a more appropriate question is how much you believe the world as you perceive it to be real.

How much do you truly believe that the reality you personally experience is constant and unchanging, and cannot be altered by external forces?

One sentence was enough to startle people again.

what?

Distorting...reality?

What do you mean?

The world of technology is utterly baffled, and those with the relevant technology can't help but gasp in disbelief.

Now try to imagine that there is such a being, to him, the essence of reality is like a piece of soft clay, which can be shaped and kneaded at will.

A pair of hands, formed by shadows, are inserted into a lump of colorful clay.

Fingers can easily stretch, flatten, tear, and reassemble it.

The clay, originally depicting a city street scene, was kneaded into a ball and unfolded to transform into a tropical rainforest.

A person's silhouette was erased by a finger, like wiping away pencil marks, leaving no trace.

Imagine this malevolent, twisted, grotesque, and indescribable terrifying being that has its sights set on you.

If you can picture this scenario, you'll have a pretty good idea of ​​James Taroland's situation.

A standard ID photo of a foundation researcher appears on the left side of the screen.

The man has a thin face and focused eyes. His name is Dr. James Talloran.

On the right is a cross-section of a bottomless black shaft, marked 1km, with a heavily marked red dot at the bottom.

Next, Tianmu began his introduction.

He is a Foundation researcher assigned to oversee SCP-399, with the objective of investigating and researching SCP-3999.

[Tarolan never imagined the Foundation would contain something at the bottom of a 1-kilometer-deep shaft.]

[In a completely sealed prison cell]

He never expected that his body would eventually be found there.

Although the Foundation contained this entity, all their knowledge of SCP-3999 came from a text file found on Taroland's phone after his death.

There is not even any trace of this creature in the foundation's own records.

Why is this happening?

What kind of being can manipulate reality with such precision, both concealing its existence right under the nose of the all-powerful Foundation and vanishing without a trace?

"Manipulating reality...concealing oneself..."

Super God Academy Universe.

Death God Karl stopped writing with his quill, a hint of extreme interest flashing in his deep eyes.

"To make 'existence' itself be forgotten? To not even retain information records? This... seems to be somewhat close to some characteristics of the ultimate void."

Of course, this is on the premise that his research direction is not problematic.

The files on Taroland's phone provided some necessary clues; they appeared to be a long, messy, and disorganized record.

This passage roughly describes a fierce and painful confrontation between an entity capable of manipulating reality and an extremely unlucky researcher tasked with investigating him.

Unlike many Foundation documents, SCP-3999's file entries are filled with bizarre contradictions and strikethroughs, making every piece of information chaotic.

This makes piecing together Taroland's fate even more difficult.

A virtual "SCP-3999 file" page opens.

The title was crossed out and rewritten multiple times.

The project's rating fluctuates wildly between Safe/Euclid/Keter.

Large sections of the descriptive paragraphs were covered by black strikethroughs, and the remaining words and phrases were contradictory.

The attachment link displays garbled text or a 404 error.

Behind the peculiar format and numerous unknowns of SCP-3999 lies a story of endless torment.

All of this was to please a terrifying creature with superhuman strength who forever reveled in sadism.

Based on available information, SCP-3999 clearly harbors an extremely strong evil obsession with Taroland. When he stepped into this physical cell, he had no idea how long he would have to spend with SCP-3999, let alone that he would not be able to leave alive.

Generally speaking, many SCPs contained by the Foundation require specially designed cells for confinement to ensure the safety of Foundation personnel and the outside world.

Concrete walls, alternate dimensions, time-flow isolation, anchors of reality, quantum uncertainty confinement...

These images, accompanied by coolly cold technical explanations, flashed by at a slideshow-like pace.

Its exaggerated technological capabilities made countless self-proclaimed technologically advanced civilizations in the myriad worlds feel their scalps tingle and their eyelids twitch wildly.

"This is the kind of technology a civilization... hasn't even fully ventured beyond its home planet should possess?"

Countless spacefaring civilizations have raised the same question.

Something's not right...

Something is definitely not right.

Are these guys really locals?

Chapter 20: How did the Foundation initially contain the target?

[But imagine if an SCP project could completely reverse the situation, gaining full control over the world surrounding a Foundation member, and turning the entire constant world, which should be the fundamental law of the universe, into its own personal torture chamber—what kind of scene would that be?]

In the image, the orderly grid of "reality" is twisted by an invisible hand into a loop centered on a human figure.

[Given the vast amount of time Taroland spent with this creature, the horrors it endured are both detailed and inexhaustible.]

Shortly after James Taroland was assigned to Site 118, which contained SCP-399, the entity inexplicably breached containment and began distorting the surrounding reality.

All he did was for one cruel goal.

That was torturing James Taroland.

He found pleasure in Taloran's suffering.

Despite lacking any physical description, this creature possesses the ability to trigger CK-level reality reshaping events or ZK-level apocalyptic events.

Explanations of the terms appeared on the celestial screen.

CK Level (Reality Reconstruction): A cozy room melts and reassembles amidst noise, transforming into walls made up of screaming faces.

ZK-class (Reality End): A star field, after being swept away by noise, is directly transformed into absolute "nothingness," where even darkness and concepts cease to exist.

"What...what is this?"

Countless ordinary people watching from around the world instinctively hugged their arms or loved ones, a strange chill creeping up their spines.

Even viewers accustomed to interstellar wars and super disasters felt an instinctive unease about this "erasure."

Furthermore, the Foundation does not yet know how SCP-399 is able to both destroy reality itself and reshape a horrific reality tailored to its own needs around Taroland.