The "guess list" action attracted the attention of some passers-by, and animation lovers who found it interesting were quite happy to share it as an anecdote.

However, it wasn't until January 15 that the animation called "I Am in Everything" was announced, and the people who dug into the ground still did not know the true face of the team.

Unwillingly, they can only focus on the animation, and bet their respective weights before clicking on the playback, to see who the production staff is sacred.

This secondary two disease production team won't give the list after the animation is broadcast, right?!

No, they really are.

In order to create a strong enough mystery, You Wei even gave up the pseudonym he took to avoid suspicion.

There is only one team name of "God, I've imagined it" in the whole film, and no one else's name has been revealed!

The audience who came to pick up the vest was all shocked.

"Really convinced...... Can you still play like this?"

"Using mystery as marketing, the key is that we are really attracted to it. ”

"I like it!"

"So it's over? It's gone, it's gone, there's no melon to eat. ”

"There are only three episodes, and it's still released all at once, so what's the quality?

"I've only finished watching the first episode, and I feel like this anime has a bit of a feeling, it's just too much brain-consuming......"

"I just finished watching the first episode, and to be honest, I didn't understand it at all. ”

"But the painting style is so handsome, and it's still beautiful...... Chase it first, read it in one go!"

"I seem to understand something: the male protagonist is a Level 3 researcher of the Foundation, Talloran, and that Foundation is a place to deal with anomalous things. Talloran must have suffered some accident in the course of his work, and was sent home after his meritorious service, and received a very high reward - the first two minutes of the first episode are quite clear......"

"Damn, I haven't watched it yet!Don't spoil it in the comment area!"

The anime begins with Draven's point of view, where his partner Talloran has been missing for three months.

Three months later, along with a "Foundation Star", Talloran was sent home by Foundation personnel shortly after.

They say he single-handedly reversed the ZK-class reality finish.

They say Talloran saved the world.

Draven couldn't imagine what he had been through, and as a Foundation agent, he understood the meaning behind those few words—it was definitely not as simple as it sounded.

But back home, Tarolan looked normal, as gentle and breezy as ever.

Except for a few huge scars on his face, it was as if he had never gone away.

"Everything will be fine. The researcher on leave said this, more like talking to himself than to Draven.

Yes, that's it.

Nothing is entirely fine, not yet.

But it's getting better.

Then one day, he attacked Draven without warning, with a skillful stance that was repeated countless times.

"Are you real?"

No, it can't be.

"I see it again, the world is melting. ”

Should have been used to it for a long time.

"Sorry, I need to confirm. ”

Draven's body cracks open like an inferior model, and Talloran sees the death of his loved one.

Who did it?

Myself?

Or 3999?

Forget it, it's all the same.

The world collapsed, and a new world squeezed out of the hole, like a filthy rag.

He saw Draven again, and many other people he knew.

Father, mother, sister......

They were executed by the Foundation, and their bodies were nailed to the wall and ignited with gasoline.

Tarolan knelt on the ground and watched it all.

What should I do?

He was a little confused, unable to determine if he was a Tarolan or something else.

Amnestic programs repeated.

A warning of data deletion flashed by.

Nothing appeared.

Everything is repeated.

Murder, melt, devour.

The world was madly directed at him, his heart and his shadow.

This is SCP-3999.

That's what the Foundation said.

As a result, the Foundation was shredded by 3999, crumpled into a sticky mass and thrown into the soup.

Tarolan sat at the edge of the table, silently staring at the bowl of fragrant clam soup.

"James, don't be in a daze. Draven's voice came from behind, and he looked at Talloran worriedly.

Researchers returning from the Foundation are increasingly in a trance, sometimes even unable to hear his voice.

Talloran smiled at him almost habitually, and took his phone in hand, the screen lit up to reveal a file.

"Then let's go, you and me. On that eleventh day, the empire swallowed the sky like people melted into clam soup on the breakfast table. ”

A word rang in his ears, and it was his own voice.

He's still looking through the files on his phone—

"Item No: SCP-3999

Object Class: Apollyon

Special Containment Procedures: SCP-3999 cannot be contained at this time, and will lead to the end of the ZK-class world, i.e., the end of reality.

The most desirable course of action is to isolate Researcher Talloran, who is believed to be the focal point of SCP-3999, from all contact with Foundation sites and personnel, in order to avoid further collateral damage to Foundation assets.

Theoretically, if Researcher Taroran were to be contained in a remote area, SCP-3999's destructive abilities would ......"

Disappearing temporarily?

The characters are erased.

Stop it?

The characters melt into the background.

Controlled?

The characters were torn into countless tiny pieces and dropped from the phone screen onto the dining table.

Talloran put down his phone, picked up the knife with his other hand, stood up and turned around, maintaining a reassuring smile on his face.

At this moment, Draven was terrified, "James, put the knife down!"

"You know, I gazed at everything, and then I came out of nothing, and then I came back out of nothing. There was a sigh in Talloran's tone, "I just want to make sure, it's going to get better." ”

So many times he watched Draven's face melt, Draven's body shattered, and everything horrible came out of Draven's body.

So many times he believed that it was the real reality, but everything melted.

He couldn't believe it was all reality.

3999 is still here.

It's always been there.

It is everything, the world, and Himself.

Researcher Talloran is not to be contained.

Researcher Talloran will fight back.

Researcher Talloran is to reactivate SCP-3999.

I woke up again, as if everything had been a dream.

Then he will face the nightmare that grows crazier.

"Nothing is going to be better yet. Talloran looked at himself in the mirror, "It won't get any better, 3999." ”

Stupid, despicable, divine, great, incredible, SCP-3999.

It can only exist by being attached to a human being.

Everyone asks him: "[DATA EXPUNGED]"

"I? no, without me, without Researcher Talloran. ”

3999 descended on Tarolan.

3999 is nothing.

"Yes, there's nothing here. ”

Talloran looked at his phone again and re-edited the text that appeared on it.

Apollyon？

3999 is not Apollon.

It will be lost, and so will I.

Everything is like a joke.

The world has broken a hole, and light climbs up from the hole.

The man in Foundation costume held out his hand to Talloran.

He was just a stone's throw away from life.

"Draven?" Tarolan gripped the hand, "I'm sorry. ”

The picture is dark.

The ensuing camera descends into the beneath of Site-188 in the first person, leading to a Keter-class airtight containment unit.

The room was filled with dust, disturbed by the sudden light that turned on, surrounding the man lying at the bottom of the room.

The visitor could not see his face clearly, so he reached out and removed the sign on his chest, wiped the dust from it, and a name was revealed.

—James Martin Talloran

The picture is completely darkened.

"Click-"

"I'm done. ”