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Chapter 22 - The Veil Restarts – Global Artificial Memory Wipe Initiated

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[Ding! Interactive Project—Anantashesha—Completion Confirmed! Rewards Granted:]

Agent Immortality (Recruited agents who perish during missions can be resurrected post-task and returned to their origin worlds.)

Agent Promotion (With sufficient D-Class personnel secured, recruits completing their first mission may directly advance to C-Class clearance.)

Acquisition of SCP-3000's 'Oblivion' Attribute

The cascade of system alerts left Chu Yun momentarily dazed. After scanning the rewards, he nodded in approval.

"Improved benefits, guaranteed safety for agents… Now this is a proper system. I'm not some demon, after all."

His gaze shifted to the first 'victim' of these three missions—Fuli, the Star God.

Contrary to the audience's assumptions, Fuli hadn't been devoured by SCP-3000. The system had reforged Him anew.

There He sat, once more upon the crystalline Yaotai, ensconced within a colorless lotus. Multicolored auroras haloed His form, bathing the space in sacred clarity. Even Chu Yun found himself briefly mesmerized by this beauty—a manifestation of cosmic law.

After a silent moment of appreciation, he snapped his fingers.

Snap.

Fuli vanished.

Simultaneously, in the depths of Honkai: Star Rail's universe—

A lightkindled in a previously lightless starfield.

The Star God resumed His meditation at the heart of the Pure Land,

Watching, as ever, the ceaseless cycles of existence.

Herta Space Station

Herta stood frozen.

Across the multiverse, spectators reeled between shock and elation:

Shock—that the Foundation could restore a Star God nearly erased by SCP-3000.

Elation—that being recruited no longer meant certain death from containment failures.

With Fuli dispatched, Chu Yun turned his attention to the object in his palm—

A viscous, slate-gray substance:

Y-909, SCP-3000's secreted compound.

Its applications were numerous, but none more critical than its role in crafting amnestic drugs.

The original Foundation's Veil Protocol had shielded anomalies from public awareness. Efficient, side-effect-free memory deletion was its cornerstone.

Yet in this world, anomalies were only now re-emerging. The Foundation itself had been established after Chu Yun's arrival. Other organizations had neglected secrecy—

The Veil was gone.

While some containment breaches might've been harmless, others involved memetic hazards and cognitohazardous entities.

Thus, Chu Yun decided:

The Veil would be restored.

[Mission: Neglect Protocol]

Objective: Global memory deletion via ENUI-5 Amnestics, derived from Y-909.

Mechanism: Upon activation, warheads loaded with concentrated ENUI-5 will detonate in Earth's atmosphere. Ground dispensers and aerosol drones will ensure worldwide dispersal.

Current Terminal: Bay of Bengal, South Asia.

Task: Mass-produce Y-909 for ENUI-5 synthesis.

Reward: 1000 Contribution Points per 10kg.

Chu Yun approved the task with a satisfied hum—

Unaware of the uproar it would ignite across the multiverse.

Chatroom Chaos

"WTF?! GLOBAL MEMORY WIPE?!"

"After everything we've seen, I'm somehow not surprised?"

"Let's be real—if more shit like SCP-3000 shows up, this protocol's our only hope."

"But the difficulty's worse than a Keter-class breach!"

Agent Rankings Update

C-Class: Aquaman (1250 pts)

Fuli (1000 pts) — Returned

C-Class: Saitama (700 pts)

C-Class: Zhang Chulan (400 pts)

C-Class: Touma Kamijou (350 pts)

C-Class: Deadpool (150 pts)

During the interim, recruits had undertaken minor missions, boosting their scores. Promotion to C-Class had upgraded their living quarters, unlocked restricted zones, and—critically—expanded their access privileges.

Site-19 Lounge

Deadpool sniffed his armpit. "Why's everyone staring? Do I smell?"

Zhang Chulan ignored him, turning to Aquaman—now the highest-ranked agent. "So, you cashing out your points to go home, or staying to climb the ranks?"

Aquaman hesitated. The trauma of SCP-3000 still haunted him. Logically, he should've chosen to leave—

Yet under the expectant gazes of his peers, he wavered.

Then—

Click-clack.

The sound of leather shoes echoed as Dr. Kondraki strode in, white coat flaring, khaki hiking cap tilted just so.

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