The devil gave him the choice.

These two choices seem to be made at random, but when you look at them from another angle, you can see two completely opposite paths.

After examining SCP-3174, which is as powerful as it was before, it still holds its mask aloft as before, as if it has no intelligence of its own.

The independent barrier formed before has long since dissipated, revealing the most realistic panorama inside.

On the way to the road just now, seven of the fighters had been confirmed to have lost their vital characteristics, and another group of "officers and soldiers" were sleeping on the side of the road.

What makes people shudder is that not far from here, a pile of minced meat is hidden in a bush path.

It was like a pile of raw meat that had been chewed up before it was fully digested, and in addition to the disgusting appearance that I couldn't bear to look at, there was also an indescribable sour smell that could be smelled from a distance, and it was close to the sand blow that came from the canned herring when it was first opened.

Obviously, it is relatively unknown the tragic experience of several people, and it is a miracle that these "officers and soldiers" are still alive.

The biggest advantage for me is that I don't have to die with a statue – and a devil with me.

D-13714 walked over to Diane's side and pulled out a bottle of all-white medicine and a pen with a flash from the waistband of the team leader's pants.

Of course, when describing it here, it is just a matter of finding a similar object to summarize it.

There are no instructions on the bottle, only a "B" letter for identification.

But D-13714 vaguely guessed what it was.

Although he was very "well-behaved" in the Foundation prior to this temporary call-up, never exploring things he shouldn't know, there were some anomalies that he could have discovered even if he hadn't investigated.

For example, one of his roommates, after a routine work, suddenly boasted about another roommate who was already "free", saying that the noodles he cooked were delicious.

And everyone knows that it has been at least ten days since the last appearance of "him" in this person's mouth, and those who know more even know that that person does not know any cooking skills at all.

But the fellow whose memory had been tampered with swore that he had met him in the dining room in the morning and had tasted his noodles.

While swearing, he also patted his stomach and burped.

If this wasn't too obvious, then the constant flow of alterations that apparently did not intend to conceal the person's changes from the beginning would make D-13714 wonder what the significance of this altered memory is.

There was once an unlucky kid whose job was kept secretive so high that he suddenly came back when everyone thought he was "free" and startled everyone.

He seems to have been so successful in altering his memories that he insisted that he was a girl after he returned.

"Why did you send me to the boys' dormitory!"

Anyone with a discerning eye can see his beard.

But he sees it as a sign of a mature woman.

Because of some memory tampering, the D-class personnel almost rioted several times, and then the official "invited" a few leaders who took the lead in making trouble, drank tea with them, and after a heart-to-heart conversation, they rejuvenated one by one into children who lived on milk every day, and these riots often went away.

Blatantly intimidating, but extremely effective.

Fortunately, this kind of memory tampering is known not to endanger the victim's life under normal circumstances, but if it is abnormal......

They are usually listed as missing persons.

D-13714 even wondered if the memory of his parents' deaths had been faked, but the reactions of several SCPs confirmed this fact.

Coincidentally, perhaps because of the staff's suggestion, or because of his "great potential", official researchers have communicated with him on an equal footing several times with some questions that do not need to be avoided.

One of the shorter dialogues is particularly striking:

"Dr. ██, D-class personnel who have had previous contact with SCP-███ have developed sympathy, but since he has not yet been found to have acted on the subject, do we use Class-B amnestics?"

"Do you still have enough D-class personnel in stock for Fifteen?"

“…… We have lost so much from the last experiment with SCP-████ that we may need to perform Protocol ██ before the fifteenth. ”

"Then administer Class-B amnestics."

This conversation was conducted in front of him, and after the doctor had given instructions to his subordinates, he continued to ask him how he felt during his interactions with SCP-███.

"How long will they be unconscious?" Placing the vial in his pocket, D-13714 interrupted his guesses.

"Them?" The devil floated in mid-air, as a black fog body, there was no look that outsiders could see, but the contempt in the voice was as good as ever, "An hour? Quite a while? Maybe the next second? Look at my mood. ”

"But before I think about them, there were some innocent humans in this park before, and I plan to release them in the next second." The style of this announcement is exactly the same as that of the god of dice.

Accompanied by the earth...... Or rather, a vibration of space, where the park at a certain point in time coincides with the present.

Several humans who had never appeared before suddenly appeared in the aisle, a child, an old man, two or three couples.

The return of the missing persons who had appeared in the news reports under the proclamation of the devil has clearly revealed the perpetrators of the disappearances.

But they didn't notice them - even though everyone except D-13714 fell to the ground.

Couples chirped and set up a tent on the slope, and the children were crying and running around, looking to be separated from their loved ones, and the last old man was feeding the pigeons.

However, I don't know if it was because of his own delusion, D-13714 actually saw a shocked look on the face of a melon cat that had just climbed onto the old man's shoulder.

Holding his forehead, he sighed, closed his eyes, and then pulled out the pen that had been searched from Diane, turned the range gear to the maximum, and pressed the start button.

There was a flash of bright light, and the light level in the park returned to the time of ten o'clock in the morning, which was about two seconds.

- Now fair, everyone except D-13714 fell to the ground and was fed one pill after another.

In fact, D-13714 doesn't know how to tamper with memories after feeding the pills, but the devil says that he is very good at this, and has made D-13714 a big hero in the memory of everyone without permission.

And it is also vibrating, and the words that come out coincide with the god of dice: "Presumptuous!" If I'm doing something, it's your turn to be a human to interfere? ”

"According to my contract with your father, I can ensure that you live to the end of your life, but nothing says that you can interfere with my activities!"

In response, D-13714 can only say: let it be, any statement is meaningless until he is not strong enough to confront it.

When it was the old man's turn to give the medicine to him, the black cat came out of nowhere, knocking over an entire bottle of medicine that D-13714 was holding with a single slap.

"It's ...... What is it. The moment the black cat appeared, the black mist that had been entrenched on D-13714's body seemed to have touched a predator, and it completely curled up, only screaming in D-13714's mind.

The sensation that this black cat brings to it...... Like the great ones who had completely obscured the entire sky before, not really, there was a sense of suffocation that was enough to suffocate one—a fear that seemed to come from the depths of one's soul, like the fear of facing one's own predator at the bottom of the food chain since ancient times.

It instantly seized control of D-13714's body and removed him from the black cat - the human possessed by him did not forget to catch the spilled pill.