After settling matters with SCP-100, Luoshu now had a secure secret base in the making.
Once completed, its defenses would rival any Foundation site.
First, infiltration by hostile organizations would be impossible.
Apart from Luoshu himself, the only beings permitted underground would be SCP-100-1 and its mechanical companions—all anomalies bearing the SCP-100 prefix, bound to its will, and thus Luoshu's Anomalous Friends.
Per the Anomalous Friends Milestone (Effect 1), these allies would aid and protect him unconditionally.
They were, without question, his most loyal forces.
With enough Autobots stationed underground, breaching the base would require nothing short of a nuclear strike—and even that would be ineffective.
Nuclear weapons performed poorly against subterranean targets (hence why nations built bunkers underground). The Foundation only used them against containment breaches because they pre-positioned warheads onsite, not because they could penetrate from the surface.
The sole viable threat would be bunker busters, but those required aerial deployment. With proper anti-air measures (which SCP-100, creator of Transformers, could easily engineer), the base would be untouchable.
If technical support was needed, the Chaos Insurgency would gladly provide it.
However, constructing the base to a functional state would take months. Until then, Luoshu had to continue expanding The SCP Field Guide.
Bidding SCP-100-1 farewell, he set off once more.
With SCP-CN-722-5 executed by "God," Luoshu had feared losing his Spatial Tunnel ability.
But flipping to Page 71 of The SCP Field Guide eased his worries.
The SCP-CN-722 (Child Laborers) entry comprised seven individuals. After one was terminated, its status updated:
[Status: Anomalous Friend; Terminated: 3/7; Contained: 4/7]
The three executed were:
SCP-CN-722-3 (killed by Luoshu)
SCP-CN-722-4 (torn apart by Heracles of Achilles' Heel)
SCP-CN-722-5 (by "God")
As the leader, SCP-CN-722-5's will had governed the group.
With three dead, Site-CN-02 tightened containment on the remaining four.
So long as they survived, the entry wouldn't shift to Neutralized, and Luoshu could keep using Spatial Tunnel.
A loophole "God" hadn't anticipated.
After a circuitous journey, Luoshu returned to Beijing, China.
Standing atop the gilded pinnacle of the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests, gazing at the city shrouded in night, a realization struck him:
This world's essence is darkness.
Only by revealing the truth could light be restored.
Not just for himself, or SCP-CN-722-5—but for everyone living in this world, he had to uncover the truth.
Leaving the temple, he didn't visit SCP-CN-722-5's former haunt. Instead, he headed straight for Tianjin.
Speed was critical. The more anomalies he logged, the stronger he'd become—and the closer to the truth.
Arriving in Tianjin, Luoshu skipped sleep and got to work.
He organized data from the supercomputer "White Blood Cell," planning to secure all Euclid-class anomalies in his next Site-CN-06 raid.
Rescuing IR1901 had granted him another reusable antimemetic ability.
Now, he could infiltrate Site-CN-06 at 10 PM and operate until 2 AM—doubling his efficiency.
With such advantages, slacking would be an insult to those who'd sacrificed for him.
SCP-CN-722-5 was gone. He wouldn't let more friends fall to "God's" wrath!
Losing abilities wasn't terrifying—this world had countless anomalies to replace them.
What terrified him was losing purpose, drifting aimlessly through life.
Whatever the truth was, Luoshu wouldn't squander The SCP Field Guide—or the hopes placed upon him.
After finalizing his plans, he finally slept.
Meanwhile, across the ocean, Site-19 was in chaos.
SCP-126 and SCP-005 had vanished without a trace. Cameras showed nothing; alarms never triggered.
Though both were low-risk anomalies, the breach of protocol was so egregious that the O5 Council intervened.
Despite zero evidence, they pinned it on Luoshu, adding to his growing list of crimes.
His attempt to frame the Chaos Insurgency had failed spectacularly.
His reputation for elusive, system-hacking infiltrations made the Insurgency an implausible scapegoat.
Not that Luoshu cared. Compared to killing "Cupid" and "Reminiscence," this was a minor infraction.
But the consequences were clear: Foundation-wide security upgrades.
Luoshu felt it the moment he returned to Site-CN-06 at 10 PM.
Where two guards once stood at the containment zone entrance, now there were four—forming a human barricade.
To use SCP-005 (The Key), Luoshu would need to bypass them first.
The sight made him smirk.
The Foundation had misread his methods, assuming he relied on SCP-126's powers.
Marion Wheeler hasn't sold me out yet.
Approaching the guards, he casually said, "Move aside, boys."
Instinctively, they shuffled apart, clearing a path.