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SCP: All I Got Was a Chat Group

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SCP-049 — containment failure. SCP-682 — containment failure. SCP-173 — containment failure. The Foundation is gone. Every base is offline. Every SCP is loose. And somehow, one completely unqualified guy just got promoted to Overseer of the whole mess. His resources? A dead facility, zero energy, and an interdimensional chat group full of anime characters, mythological legends, and one dude who's convinced he's the main character. This is a chat group novel. Expect group chaos, bad trades, worse decisions, and one very tired man trying to re-contain the apocalypse while his teammates argue about peaches. --- **TL;DR from your translator:** This is my first translation ever. It's a hobby — no schedule, no promises. I might make mistakes, I might get bored, who knows. Fan translation of 异常生物收容所 (Anomalous Creature Containment Facility), a completed 662-chapter Chinese web novel. Fair warning: I changed the names. I'm not keeping "Li Sanguang" or "Ultimate Supreme God Emperor Asylum" or whatever the original had. If a name sounds like a 12-year-old's MMO character, it's getting replaced with something that doesn't make me cringe. Fantasy names, SCP-style designations, things that actually sound cool in English. I also tweaked the protagonist's personality. He's got more attitude now. More cursing. More "why me." If sometimes his inner Chinese slips through and he starts sounding like a cultivation novel MC — sorry, I tried my best. The man has layers. Also, English isn't even my first language. One of the reasons I'm doing this is to get better at it. So if something reads weird — now you know why. This is a hobby. No schedule. No promises. Just vibes. I don't own any of the characters, the story, or the original novel. All credit goes to the original author. This is just a fan translation for fun.
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