Chapter 1

Class D personnel, or "CLASS_D," are a level of personnel in [******].

They are "personnel designated to handle anomalous items."

Within the Foundation, the regulations regarding Class D personnel are roughly as follows:

1. No Class D personnel assigned to any SCP project are allowed to communicate with Class D personnel assigned to other SCP projects.

2. Class D personnel are recruited from prison inmates, with death row inmates being the preferred choice; in urgent situations, recruitment of innocent people or criminals with minor offenses may be authorized under Protocol 12.

3. All Class D personnel are to be terminated at the beginning of each month, and replacements should be prepared.

4. All Class D personnel must undergo a psychological test at least once per day, usually at 18:00 hours. Failure to comply with this requirement will result in termination. Failure to pass the test will also result in termination.

5. In any paranormal event, it is recommended to terminate Class D personnel, including those Foundation personnel who have had basic communication with Class D personnel.

At this moment and place, the character loaded by Feng Bujue, "Rudy Austin," is clearly a recruited Class D personnel.

"As expected of Nightmare Difficulty, this is an instant-death crisis right from the start..." Brother Jue immediately muttered after regaining the ability to move, "Hmm... there are two relatively pressing problems... First, my hands are still handcuffed; second, SCP-173 has gone out of control and is killing people in this room, and I... could become a victim at any time."

Thinking of this, his eyes darted around...

Inside the room, dozens of people were running around in a panic. Under the red light, distorted faces were illuminated.

Fleeting gunshots, screams, the sounds of bones breaking, and bodies falling... all indicated that SCP-173 was still in this room and was rapidly accomplishing a godlike feat...

"Ah... here it is..." Finally, Feng Bujue spent several seconds successfully locating 173.

Many people may have forgotten the setting of SCP-173, so I won't list the project information in detail here, but to summarize it simply... it is a tall creature composed of concrete and rebar. It will attack once "visual contact" is broken. The target of the attack should be random, and the method is... to teleport to the target and snap their neck.

"Everyone, don't panic, I'm keeping an eye on it! As long as we maintain visual contact..." Feng Bujue shouted loudly as he stared at 173.

However... the researchers and the remaining few prisoners ignored him completely. No one even turned their head to look at the monster; they were just running towards the door on their own.

"Tch... a bunch of idiots." Feng Bujue spat in annoyance, "They deserve to die..."

He cursed, but his actions didn't stop.

When he was watching the opening CG, he had already memorized the positions of most of the people in the room. So, he didn't hesitate to move towards his side and rear, and successfully stepped on a corpse within five steps.

Feng Bujue couldn't confirm whether this corpse was actually a special forces soldier, and even if it was, he couldn't be sure that this special forces soldier had handcuff keys on him. However... he still squatted down and began to grope around with his hands.

This time, Brother Jue was very "lucky." In the previous ten or so seconds of chaos, SCP-173 had actually killed the guy who had the handcuff keys. Moreover, the first corpse that Brother Jue felt was this guy.

Handcuff keys are much smaller than ordinary keys, so he knew it as soon as he touched it. Feng Bujue took the key out of the other party's pocket, and without saying a word, unlocked the cuffs on his hands first.

"Very good..." Brother Jue didn't throw away the handcuffs, but put the handcuffs and the key into the pocket of his jumpsuit for future use, "This way, I can save myself from dislocating my own hands..."

While talking to himself, he relied on "touch"... to find the dead man's M16 (automatic rifle) next to his hand, and grabbed it.

"I can't take it anymore... my eyes are so sore..." After finishing these things, Feng Bujue hadn't blinked for almost a minute. Although he couldn't look at the game menu right now, he could roughly guess... that the act of "not blinking for a long time" would definitely lower his Survival Value.

So...

Rat-tat-tat-tat—

Brother Jue picked up the M16 and fired a few shots at SCP-173. Then... he turned his head to blink and ran towards the exit.

The purpose of his shooting was naturally not to kill SCP-173, because he knew very well... that ordinary weapons couldn't do anything to 173, and even nuclear weapons might not be able to destroy it.

The real purpose of Feng Bujue's shooting... was actually to attract the attention of others.

Those people who were desperately fleeing out of the room had already opened the electronic door of the exit, and were scrambling to squeeze out.

And the few shots that Feng Bujue fired attracted their attention in a short period of time.

Human instinct is like this. When we are in a dangerous situation, 95% of our actions are subconscious...

For example, when most people hear gunshots, their first reaction is to curl up their bodies, lower their heads, and try to cover their heads with their hands. At the same time... they will quickly turn their heads and look in the direction of the sound.

The above is the "first reaction."

And the "second reaction"... varies from person to person. Some people will quickly check to see if there are any holes in their bodies; some people will move away from the shooter after confirming their location; and some people... will move their eyes to the place where the bullet hit.

Feng Bujue used the crowd's "reaction" to successfully get some people in the room to sacrifice their line of sight...

Taking this opportunity, he charged forward with his gun. Relying on the deterrent power of the weapon in his hand and a burst of reckless momentum, he forcibly broke through the crowd and ran into the corridor.

[Main Quest Triggered]

The system prompt came the moment he passed through the electronic door.

At this time, Brother Jue finally had the opportunity to take a look at the game menu.

[Bring an Anomalous project that is currently undergoing evaluation in this facility out of the base.]

(Note: Any project that is currently being evaluated by the Foundation for further research and special containment value is cataloged as Anomalous)

"What?" Feng Bujue originally thought that this was a script consistent with the plot of *SCP-173* (a first-person horror puzzle game), so the main quest should be something like "escape from the base." He never expected... that he would have to find some project and bring it out.

[Important Reminder: Your inventory, equipment, skills, and psychic weapons have all been locked. Basic physical attributes have been adjusted to the level of Rudy Austin.] The next second, another voice rang out.

"Hmph... I already noticed..." Feng Bujue wasn't too surprised by this information. When he determined that this was a "role-playing" script, he had already guessed that this kind of development would happen.

Buzz—buzz—