SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 66 - Eating Ritual_1
Chapter 66: Chapter 66 Eating Ritual_1
Chapter 66 -66 Eating Ritual_1
“Ugh…”
Colin squeezed his eyes shut, suddenly feeling an intense craving for food surge from the depths of his soul.
Whispers of gnawing, chewing, and swallowing seemed to arise from nowhere around his ears…
His stomach growled and churned loudly in protest.
At that moment, the scent of the entire world became incredibly tempting—the stones, bricks, wood, human flesh, bloodstains—everything within sight was emitting a powerful fragrance…
The overwhelming hunger kept growing stronger.
“I really want to eat something…”
“No, I can’t eat anything…”
Colin’s features contorted as he bent slightly forward, one hand covering his mouth, the other clutching his stomach, feeling his eyes dimming and his consciousness blurring under the intense coercion of hunger.
Despite his crippling hunger, he dared not eat anything at such a time, having a premonition that once he began, he would lose all control.
He must endure!
After a grueling few minutes, the severe hunger slowly subsided.
Gradually regaining his senses, Colin felt a rusty taste in his mouth, tinged with sweetness. He spat, and his pupils contracted at the sight of the spit filled with blood, bits of stone, and pieces of teeth.
Shaking his head fiercely, he realized that he was squatting on the ground, unknowingly holding a rock that was covered in bite marks.
Beyond the taste of blood, there were many tiny stones in his mouth…
“Was I just eating rocks?”
Colin blinked again and abruptly awoke, tossing the stone in his hand away with a snap.
Only then did he realize what he had done.
Driven by that strong sense of hunger, he had found a rock and gnawed on it on the ground, his mouth bloody and most of his teeth badly damaged, yet without feeling anything…
The pain in his throat told him that he probably swallowed some stones as well.
“Ptooey, ptooey, ptooey…”
Colin spat out the remnants of dirt and stones, licking his broken teeth with his wounded tongue and feeling a deep sense of unease.
His incisors, bicuspids, almost all were decimated, and his rear molars and alveoli were sore and painful, the nerves laid bare.
But he couldn’t dwell on these minor injuries; as his consciousness cleared, he immediately started reviewing the foresight he had just received.
“Dead just by approaching? Is the intelligence in that church that bad? That thing is definitely not a transformation brought by ‘Beastification.’ What on earth is happening inside? Hiss, almost no useful information…”
“This usage of the ‘Book of Fate’ was in vain…”
Colin touched the blood by his mouth, feeling a headache brewing.
He knew that when the use of the “Book of Fate” ended, he would experience the events in the form of hallucinations, but never had it been as severe as this time.
If he had regained his senses just a few minutes later, he might have ended up swallowing the entire rock!
Taking a deep breath, Colin looked at the church direction with a pounding heart and then averted his gaze.
He had given up all thoughts of trying to approach the church now.
On the following day, his projection from the “Book of Fate” was still able to rush into the church and battle with the “him” behind the doors.
But now…
He would die cold even before entering the door, completely cold, and it seemed he nearly got contaminated even without physically entering.
Clearly, just within that span of time, the entire situation inside the church had undergone an earth-shattering change.
The origin of the “Beast Transformation Syndrome” must have been locked onto, surely.
The difference was merely in how soon one would die.
Colin looked up at the dark fog enveloping the sky outside Black Stone City, now certain that it wasn’t “his” doing.
But rather that of the entity attempting to devour “him.”
More distressing was that, for now, Colin wasn’t certain which method could trump the other party; not killing the “Beastification” was just an unverified guess.
“If I hadn’t specifically chosen an unpopulated area to use the ‘Book of Fate’ this time, I’m afraid the people around me might have also been contaminated and suffered bad luck along with me. Sigh, even though I definitely had a premonition yesterday, trying all the church’s foresights was in vain, but I still couldn’t help giving it a try, to see if I could get any useful information.”
Colin sighed, his mouth so chapped that it leaked air, making his teeth sour and ache.
With his mouth closed, he got up and walked toward the castle; all he could do now was wait for nightfall and see if he could get any information from his dreams.
At this moment, the first floor of the castle was “buzzing” with activity, as a large number of patients with Beast Transformation Syndrome were being closely guarded and detained.
Colin looked at them and an idea flashed through his mind—should he let them become a part of him?
But no sooner had this thought surfaced than he immediately dismissed it.
Because this action was not much better than going to church, it had the same probability of triggering unforeseeable changes.
Without the “Book of Fate” as a fallback, the risk was simply too great.
With that in mind, Colin sighed again with his mouth closed.
He felt like he was walking on a suspension bridge, knowing that he would be safe once he reached the other side, yet only halfway across, the ropes pulling the bridge seemed about to break.
Gathering his thoughts, Colin returned to his room and took out the “Mark of Gluttony” to heal his wounds.
His teeth could not be repaired, but his mouth full of wounds needed treatment.
Not until the night fell and all the commotion within Black Stone City settled did he lie in bed, closed his eyes, and silently waited for the second “dream vision” to come.
As his consciousness sank and time passed unknowingly…
In the dream, Colin suddenly became alert and heard, from a certain direction in the murky dreamscape, a piercing scream echoing from afar.
Compared to yesterday, this sound was feeble, now like a pre-death wail.
However, thanks to its weakness, Colin was not awakened by the noise.
“Feeding ritual…”
“Sacrifice…”
“Blood…”
Sacrificial offerings? Sacrifice? Colin heard the information contained in the noise and in an instant, understood that the sacrifice it mentioned must be the patients with Beast Transformation Syndrome.
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And it had to be the liquid from a Second Order or higher Beast Transformation Syndrome patient who had lost control.
The method of sacrifice was…
Simply by pouring this liquid onto the thin layer of black mist outside Black Stone City, would be enough.
A single dose had to be at least ten portions or more to be effective.
‘This problem is not so big, if I remember correctly, excluding those I absorbed, there should still be forty or fifty portions of the liquid collected during this time.’
‘However, thinking about it, the disaster on the first day was prevented, probably not just by my efforts, “It” must have also lent a hand in the shadows.’
‘In this way, because of my intervention, “It” was able to consume the “Beastification” so easily.’
Colin had a certain understanding of the situation over the past two days, guessing that there were two entities, whom he had no right to contact, clashing in some dimension that he was unaware of.
The entity that could induce Hunger was attempting to devour the source of the Beast Transformation Syndrome.
As a result, he was used to resolving the first day’s major outbreak of Beast Transformation Syndrome…
However, he recognized the familiar sentence at the end of the foresight content.
“Damn, it really doesn’t want to let go of me, does it?”
Colin felt this entity was way out of line, exploiting him and then trying to strike at him, not leaving him any way out.
Otherwise, he wouldn’t be pushing himself this hard now…
While his uncontrollable thoughts were scattering, another roar emerged.
The message it conveyed was…
“Don’t… sleep…”
