SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 83 - Loyal Money Slave_1
Chapter 83: Chapter 83 Loyal Money Slave_1
Chapter 83 -83 Loyal Money Slave_1
“Ugh…”
It was unclear who started it, but everyone felt a wave of stomach-churning spasms, a surge of intense nausea and the urge to vomit.
For a time, the air was filled with the smell of blood and some kind of vomitus.
Colin was not surprised, deftly taking out an N99 mask and putting it on himself, then glancing at the group of people who were still hunched over at the door, retching incessantly.
Such a scene was perhaps too much for those who had not yet entered society.
After a moment’s thought, Colin got up and walked over, casually taking out a thin blanket and covering the pale-skinned corpse with it, the vast amount of blood soaked by the blanket, dying it red.
At this point, several people who saw Colin approaching seemed to finally snap out of it.
“What was all that just now? What is this train… Can you help us, please?” someone asked, clutching their chest to suppress the urge to vomit, looking at Colin with somewhat disordered speech.
“Asking me is pointless, I don’t know where this is, it’s my first time here too. As for the rest, my advice is you’d better go back to your previous seats. If you don’t want to die, don’t run around or make sudden moves. Don’t expect me to save you, because I might not live through this myself.”
As he spoke, Colin took a bandage, a condom, and a small packet of hemostatic analgesics out of his pocket and tossed them over:
“Take care of the amputated hand’s wound yourself and stop the bleeding.”
Colin gave a reminder, not caring whether they heard him clearly or not, and returned to his own seat.
The few people watched Colin leave, wanting to say something, but ultimately kept silent.
Before long, the remaining six people, with complex and fearful expressions, walked down the aisle between the seats and returned to their places with a somber air.
At this moment, outside the window was a dense fog…
“Where was that place just now? Is there really such a ghostly place in this world?”
Colin’s mood was not really affected, after all, whether it was dead people or bizarre occurrences, he had seen quite a few of them recently.
However, compared to “World Code -13,” this place seemed even more eerie.
“It’s a pity I didn’t manage to buy the ‘Book of Fate’ this time. Otherwise, I would have used one to go down and see what kind of thing I would encounter.”
Colin muttered quietly, very curious about the place he had just seen.
He could feel how terrifying and dangerous that place was.
Nevertheless, for now, it seemed that as long as he didn’t get off the train after arriving at the station, even if there were dangers outside, he didn’t have to worry too much.
Those non-human entities seemed to be quite wary of the train and would not easily attempt to come aboard.
Otherwise, he might have been the only person left alive on the train by now.
“It seems not every monster at the station acts like the one before. Sometimes they might choose to attack the train…”
Colin recalled the traces he had seen before boarding the train and guessed that they were most likely left by monsters from various bizarre places.
However, more than those that had already passed, he was now more concerned about the situation inside the carriage.
After stopping at a station, Colin distinctly felt an indescribable oppressive feeling from under his seat on the Steel Behemoth.
And on some of the seats, there was a faint sensation that something ominous was present.
However, neither smell nor sight could detect them; at most, one could only vaguely sense by instinct that there were “people” in those spots.
It was like knowing someone was beside you, but not being able to see them.
“According to my colleagues, as long as you don’t stay longer than three stations, it should be safe. There shouldn’t be a big problem, but preparations still need to be made,” he thought.
With that in mind, Colin took out the special item styled as a ring, “Slave to Money,” and put it on his left middle finger.
Then, he fished out a hundred-dollar bill from his pocket.
With the hand wearing the ring, he pinched one end of the banknote and stretched it forward slightly, making a gesture that seemed like he was offering money to someone.
The next second, Colin felt someone pinch the other end of the dangling banknote and then pull it backwards…
Even though there was clearly no one in sight, he could still feel something vying with him for possession of the banknote.
The force coming from the paper money grew stronger, the hundred-yuan note stretched taut between two hands as if it might be torn in half at any moment.
The standoff lasted for a moment, but ultimately, Colin let go of his hand and watched helplessly as the hundred yuan was pulled into the air and vanished from sight.
At the same time, a faint sound of breathing came from one side.
Colin’s heart skipped a beat. He turned his head and saw that, at some point, a medium-statured figure had appeared beside him, looking down, silently observing him.
This figure was dressed in a brown shirt designed for middle-aged and elderly people, with a sack over its head and a nine of bamboo mahjong sticker on the sack.
It was none other than the “Money Slave” he had just summoned.
“Hiss, this thing always makes such a creepy entrance.”
Colin took a slight breath.
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He had tried out the gear yesterday, and after being summoned, it appeared behind him as silently as a ghost.
If someone with a weak heart had been in his place, they might have been scared to death on the spot.
However, regarding the entity he had summoned, Colin did indeed feel an invisible connection between them…
In this connection, he, wearing the ring, was on the side of the “master.”
He could utter commands and have them obeyed.
“Speaking of which… the manual said that it must be loyal to the ring-bearer for twelve hours.”
Colin murmured to himself, looking at the nine of bamboo on its face, and decided to test the loyalty of this “Good Brother.”
“Can you return the hundred yuan that you just took from me?”
No response…
The “Money Slave” stood motionless, seemingly not hearing the command.
This left Colin somewhat disappointed, “It’s not so absolute after all…”
He hadn’t expected to find a flaw in the gear so soon after getting his hands on it.
However, with other spoken commands, the present “Good Brother” was able to execute them well, no matter the pose, doing so with ease or to the best of its ability—they could be effectively carried out—
Except for returning money.
Even when Colin told it to break his own finger, it would do so without hesitation, snapping off the little finger that did not much affect performance, willing to execute any self-harming command at all costs—
Except for returning money.
Moreover, the “Good Brother” possessed reasoning skills more or less equivalent to a normal person and could understand slightly complex instructions from a human perspective.
If the situation had been more convenient, he even wanted to ask if it could solve math problems or write essays…
But after a moment’s thought, Colin began the final test, pulling out another hundred yuan from his pocket to see how the “Good Brother” would react.
Still no movement.
It seemed already lost to the previous hundred yuan, with no need to worry about being turned on by someone else’s money.
“No wonder it’s called ‘Money Slave.’
Colin sat in his seat, pondered for a while, and then took out a kitchen knife from the [Storage Room], handing it to the other, and pointed to an “empty” seat on his left:
“Sit next to me. If there is any danger, protect me at all costs, understand?”
He was quite curious to see what would happen if he made the “Good Brother” sit in a seat that was “taken,” but he ultimately followed his heart’s guidance and didn’t do so.
The “Good Brother,” who had already broken one of its left little fingers, had no signs of life, and would rather die than pay back, nodded its head, took the kitchen knife, sat down beside Colin, and loyally made a chopping gesture.
