Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies Chapter 426 - 413: A Day in the Life of a Class-D Personnel

"That concludes the Class-D Personnel Agreent. Please follow it strictly; violations may result in execution. Your designation is D-438. Your work assignnt will be issued tomorrow at the designated site. For now, please follow the guidance system and proceed to the Class-D Residential Containnt Zone."

(A/N: Normally, Class-D personnel ID numbers should start from five digits. However, consecutive nurals are often censored in text, and writing them in Chinese characters feels awkward. So we're using three-digit IDs for readability—please understand.)

Listening to Dr. Murasa Reine's cold voice—

Shinkawa Shoichi stumbled to his feet in a daze.

Following the directions on the wall, he made his way out. Along the path, glowing signs on the walls guided him.

Soon, he arrived at a public area.

Everywhere he looked, he saw people dressed in the sa orange uniforms—The sa ones from the earlier execution footage.

All of them, like him, wore tallic collars around their necks.

The atmosphere gave Shinkawa Shoichi the unsettling feeling of being back in prison. However, no one approached or spoke to him.

And at that mont, Shinkawa had no desire to talk to anyone either.

Following the indicators, he arrived at his assigned room, marked "467."

Inside was a set of orange Class-D attire. Aside from that, there was a steel prison-style bed, a toilet, and nothing else.

At least it was a single-occupant room.

Shinkawa weakly tossed the uniform onto the ground.

Collapsed onto the steel bed.

Instinctively, he reached up and touched his neck. That cold tal touch made him shiver involuntarily.

He couldn't stop recalling the image of that head exploding into a bloody blossom.

Shinkawa Shoichi trembled uncontrollably.

At so point in his haze, he unknowingly fell asleep.

And when he woke again—

He clutched his aching head and sat up.

It felt like his brain had been scrambled—he was in unbearable pain. He'd never experienced a hangover before—But he figured it probably felt like this.

He shook his head groggily.

Then looked around—

Only to widen his eyes in shock.

The room had changed drastically.

It was no longer the plain single cell from yesterday.

Everywhere he looked now had an ultra-modern, sci-fi feel. Hydraulic steel doors, unfamiliar tal walls.

Everything had changed—except the steel bed.

Shinkawa Shoichi stared around in confusion.

Then noticed—

His clothes had changed too.

He was now wearing the orange D-class uniform he'd thrown on the floor yesterday.

Impossible!

He'd only fallen asleep, not died!

How did soone change his clothes without him noticing!?

Just as he was reeling from the realization—

A projection appeared on the wall.

Dr. Murasa Reine's image flickered into view.

"D-438. This is the site of your thirty-day assignnt. Follow the guide to learn your duties."

As her voice echoed—

The thick hydraulic door rumbled open.

Revealing a stairwell leading upward.

The mont he stepped out—

The tal door slamd shut behind him.

Shinkawa broke into a cold sweat.

If he'd hesitated even a second—

His legs might've been crushed by that door.

At that mont, he also noticed—

On the outside of the tal door was a panel with several buttons:

Cleanse, Food, Sleep, and Ergency Call.

Below the buttons was a vending-machine-like opening.

As Shinkawa was studying it in confusion—

The stairwell lights turned red.

A clear warning: move now or face consequences.

With the threat of execution looming, he scrambled up the stairs.

At the top was another steel door.

"For the next thirty days, your task will be to collect all visible tal debris in the exterior zone. Departure is at 7 a.m., return at 6 p.m. Ti is based on this site's system. A wristwatch is to your left. Upon return, you will undergo a simple sanity check to gain entry. Complete thirty days of this work, and you will regain your freedom."

Dr. Murasa Reine's voice rang out again.

"Huh? Cleaning trash?"

Before Shinkawa could finish processing it—

The door roared open.

He grabbed the wristwatch and walked out.

And imdiately froze in place.

All around him was endless yellow sand—

A desert.

He stood on a cent platform amid the dunes, with "24site" painted on the ground.

Beside the platform was a massive sand vehicle.

Shinkawa approached it.

Pulled the door handle.

It opened effortlessly.

Inside was a driving cabin.

The sand vehicle was autonomous—Equipped with tal detectors and an incineration unit.

All he had to do—Was ride in the vehicle, exit when tal debris was detected, toss the junk into the rear compartnt, press the incinerate button—

And the job was done.

The process was so simple Shinkawa found it hard to believe.

Like many Class-D personnel—

His first thought was:

Is such a simple job really enough to earn freedom?

Still, whether or not he believed it—

He had no choice.

And simplicity was a blessing in itself.

Soon, the vehicle stopped.

Shinkawa got out, and in the sand ahead—Found a broken tal table leg. Completely rusted and ruined. Who even dumped this here?

He tossed it into the back compartnt.

Pressed the incinerate button.

Done.

The whole day passed like that.

He found only three pieces of tal scrap total. The rest of the ti, he lay in the car, completely idle.

At 6 p.m. sharp—

He was returned to the site.

Looking at the familiar facility—

Shinkawa was still utterly confused.

Was it really this easy?

Before today, he'd assud he'd be used as a lab rat or test subject. Otherwise, how could redemption co so cheap?

At the door—

A verification prompt appeared:

"Please select all images containing motorcycles."

A captcha grid popped up.

Shinkawa's mouth twitched.

What kind of test is this? A CAPTCHA?

Still, he quickly picked out the tiles with motorcycles—

Pressed confirm.

Too easy.

The door opened with a loud bang.

Shinkawa descended the stairs.

Arrived at the second door.

When he stood in front of it—

The "Cleanse" button lit up.

Nozzles appeared on the walls.

A second later—

A liquid-gas mix sprayed all over him.

Three seconds later—

The nozzles retracted.

Shinkawa was stunned to find—All the sand and dirt on his body were gone.

Yet his clothes remained perfectly dry.

Next, the "Food" button lit up.

The dispenser spat out:

Bun base, lettuce, patty, pickles, tomato, and top bun.

It was a hamburger.

Just as he was about to drool—

The dispenser ejected it forcefully—

The burger flew and hit the ground, falling apart.

Shinkawa Shoichi: Are you fucking kidding !?

"Class-D personnel have rights too, dammit! I'd rather starve! I'll jump off this platform before I eat—"

Well. In the end, he gave in.

The ground was spotless.

And after a month in prison—

Eating things most wouldn't even call food—

He finished the scattered burger without complaint.

Once he was done—

The "Food" button dimd.

The "Sleep 5.6" button lit up.

The door opened.

Shinkawa walked in and lay down on the steel bed.

Thus ended his first day on the job.

But unknown to him—Dr. Murasa Reine was watching through the surveillance feed.

She glanced sideways—

At a screen filled with rapidly shifting data.

It was a live readout of Shinkawa Shoichi's physiological and psychological indicators.

The Foundation had implanted monitoring devices inside him. At this mont, his vitals were fluctuating wildly.

He was dreaming about sothing.

Though Dr. Murasa couldn't see the content—

Based on past descriptions from other Class-D personnel with this task—

He was likely dreaming of a red telephone booth.

Once the data stabilized—

Dr. Murasa turned off the monitor.