SCP Corporation: Contain Bonfire-Chapter 75 - Gene Compensation No. 3_1

Chapter 75 -75, Gene Compensation No. 3_1

Chapter 75 -75, Gene Compensation No. 3_1

“Purple Item?”

Colin was stunned; he remembered it was the third highest quality after gold and orange, items that only a select few could get a hold of. It seemed like there were only about twenty or thirty pieces openly displayed in the entire “Interaction Hall”.

And after looking at the item description…

It really was a good thing.

“After use, the maximum physical limit can actually reach C Level, and F Level Employees can use it too.”

Colin clicked his tongue; his understanding from these days was that D Level staff’s physique was definitely no less than Batman’s, and in Gotham City, they would be considered a boss-level figure right from the start.

There’s no data for C Level yet, but it’s definitely not small…

It’s just that the item’s effects seemed a bit flashy.

Colin’s gaze scanned up and down for a while, and roughly one sentence could describe this item’s effect—acting cool makes you stronger!

It’s just that its negative effects were also not to be underestimated.

“Live broadcasting with a five-gear fan? Hiss…”

Colin read this remark, sucked in a breath of cold air in surprise, and couldn’t help but lament, “The people in the evaluation department of Bonfire Company are really miserable…”

He thought that “Small Intestine Taste Buds” was the peak, but he didn’t expect that “The False King” was even worse!

The Employee who evaluated this item, after having done such a thing, his life was probably over, wasn’t it?

A sense of inexplicable relief suddenly emerged in Colin’s heart.

He felt fortunate that his job was to execute various missions, rather than being pulled to test those freshly minted items, otherwise who knows what heaven-defying creation a contrarian maker might concoct.

“But speaking of which, the evaluation department of Bonfire Company is also quite mysterious, isn’t it? It seems like they don’t communicate with us, right?”

Colin remembered he had not seen any related information in the “Interaction Hall”.

And some of the veteran employees speculated that if they were to compare, they would likely be the company’s frontline “Task Execution Department”.

Of course, this was just speculation, because Bonfire Company had not explicitly stated which department they were.

Moreover, after just seeing those powerful beings from the “Corps” during the mission, Colin felt that those were the true frontliners.

Without putting much thought into it, Colin took out “The False King” to have a look.

It was roughly the size of a palm, like a cheaply made transparent tattoo sticker, its crudeness on par with the stickers given with the bubble gum he ate as a child.

The tattoo sticker had a black and white fist pattern drawn on it, with a line of words underneath—

‘My strength is all my own, what does this crappy sticker have to do with it?’

And the method of using it was also very simple: just stick it on any part of the skin, making sure it doesn’t fall off easily.

“If the usage time doesn’t exceed three hours, and then pay attention to the body’s status, there probably won’t be big problems.”

Colin started to have some ideas about how to use this item.

And to be honest, he felt that the effect of this thing was quite suitable for him to use at the current stage.

The effect should be better than using the orange quality “Contrarian”.

“How come it feels like the lower the level, the flashier the effects? Like the Time Stop Card, it’s just a simple function; there’s not so much explanation.”

Colin muttered under his breath, pocketed the item, and then realized that there seemed to be something extra in his storage bag.

The source of this c𝓸ntent is frёeweɓηovel.coɱ.

A ring.

“Where did this come from?”

While he pondered, a flash of insight struck Colin’s mind. He had actually drawn two items during the lottery, one was “The False Powerhouse,” and the other was this.

It was at this moment that the information about this item arrived belatedly, appearing one by one on his retina.

[“Slave to Money”]

[Quality: Common.]

[Status: Excellent (77% Integrity)]

[Energy Level: F.]

[Effect: When worn, it enables the special summoning ritual to summon dead “Money Slaves,” who died from their thirst for money. Their individual qualities are not significantly different from the average person. They will be completely loyal to the user during the effective time of the summoning.]

[Usage Conditions: Each summoning requires the consumption of one hundred yuan or an equivalent in foreign currency as ritual material. You can give more, but not less.]

[“Money Slaves” can be summoned up to ten times per day; unless they sustain a fatal attack, each summoned individual lasts up to 12 hours, with summoning availability refreshing at midnight daily.]

[Note: With a hundred bucks, you can’t buy a house or a car, but you can get yourself a “Good Brother” who will work hard for you without complaint!]

[In addition, if you don’t understand foreign languages, please try to avoid using foreign currency; otherwise, the “Good Brother” you summon might not understand what you’re saying…]

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“The font is white, Energy Level E, mass-market stuff. But the effect seems decent. ‘Money Slaves’ probably couldn’t beat a Second Order ‘Beastified’ even if you added up ten of them, but they’re good for taking risks…”

As Colin considered how he might use it, he took it out of the Storage Room.

Just by appearance, it looked like a luxurious pure gold ring…

But holding it in his hand, the weight seemed somewhat off.

Weighing it, Colin immediately surmised that at most it was gold-plated on the surface, possibly with plastic or something inside, as it would definitely float in water.

“Hm, this lottery draw was alright, I guess. No gold or orange, but the items are more of the kind suitable for my use.”

After tucking the items away, Colin took out the “F Level Gene Compensation”, but to his surprise, this time’s “F Level Gene Compensation” seemed to be of the injectable type?

Unlike before, what he got this time was a needleless syringe, not a test tube with a cap.

“No wonder sometimes it’s called ‘compensation liquid,’ and sometimes ‘Gene Compensation.’ I thought the name was a mistake. So that’s why…”

Colin didn’t mind. He assumed it was just a different batch, after all, a cat that catches mice is a good cat, regardless of color. He rolled up his left sleeve, grabbed the needleless syringe with his right hand, and prepared to administer the injection himself.

Pressing down on the syringe plunger, a slight stabbing pain spread from his arm, followed by a warm sensation spreading from his arm muscles throughout his body. Colin’s skin turned slightly red, and he began to feel a bit feverish all over.

It seemed that his body was undergoing a transformation.

A few seconds later…

When the heat sensation subsided, Colin distinctly felt a new change in his body, he felt stronger.

The effects of Amyotrophic Lateral Sclerosis (ALS) were further diminishing.

Even without considering “Beastification,” with his current physical condition, he might manage to run a couple of kilometers without much breathlessness.

Then, Colin directly spent one thousand points and a Silver Task Certificate to purchase another Gene Compensation.

This one was also of the needleless syringe type.

Just as he was about to continue injecting the third Gene Compensation, and begin his promotion mission, a piece of information suddenly appeared before him.

[The effect of the last injection has not fully worn off. Please administer the next injection after three hours. Any negative consequences arising from failure to adhere to this warning will be borne by the individual!]