Hello, I am a toaster.

I must introduce myself this way to avoid semantic confusion.

Technically, I am an ordinary toaster, capable of toasting bread slices normally when plugged in. However, when any human refers to me, they instinctively use the first-person pronoun to address me.

Despite the Foundation's exhaustive efforts, no method has been found to narrate or describe my features using the third person.

After being exposed to my area of effect for about two months, individuals affected by me begin to believe they are also toasters. Unless they are stopped by external forces… these people will eventually harm themselves trying to imitate my function.

I was discovered in a residence where three family members had died.

Initially, I was given to the deceased couple as a wedding gift; the gift box I was in had no card or identifying information.

Approximately two months after the family received me, firefighters responded to a circuit fire and found… the female homeowner dead from electrocution, the cause being her attempt to swallow an entire electrical outlet; her mother-in-law died of internal bleeding after swallowing nearly ten kilograms of bread before her stomach ruptured; and her husband died of blood loss due to attempting to [EXPUNGED] with me.

The only survivor of the family was an elderly [DATA EXPUNGED] gentleman in a state of severe malnutrition, who claimed he had inserted some bread slices into his mouth a week prior and was still waiting for them to toast and pop up automatically.

Afterward, police noticed my anomalous ability during the scene investigation. I was then recovered by the Foundation, and all affected officers underwent Class C amnestics.

Later, I was brought back to the facility by the Foundation for numerous experiments and research, and was eventually placed in a sealed room without any surveillance equipment or windows.

The door to my room must have a label that is completely unrelated to my appearance and characteristics; and only Level 3 or higher personnel may be aware of my existence and some of my characteristics.

Personnel who have been in contact with me must be rotated monthly to avoid being affected by me; they may be reassigned to guard me again after being rotated for at least four months and confirming that they are not continuously affected.

Any personnel who are continuously affected by me must undergo Class C amnestics and be transferred to other facilities.

So… finally, let me emphasize again…

I am a toaster.

Today, as usual, I am quietly staying in my containment room.

I have been abandoned here for many years, and my level has been downgraded from Euclid to Safe; although research on me has not made much progress, since the Chaos Insurgency was completely eliminated, the Foundation seems to have lost its due vigilance over projects like me.

Speaking of which, I have to mention ***-884—the espionage surrounding this project should be regarded as the most well-thought-out and effective plan implemented by the Insurgency...

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[Item #: ***-884]

[Object Class: Euclid]

[Special Containment Procedures: Given the events of January 11, 20[DATA EXPUNGED], all contact with ***-884-4 is now completely prohibited. All requests to inspect or test ***-884-4 should be submitted directly to O5-[DATA EXPUNGED] for approval; ***-884-4 is to be stored in the deep storage area of Facility [DATA EXPUNGED].]

[Description: ***-884-4 is a men's shaving mirror, made of glass and ivory, estimated to have been manufactured around 1914. The item was originally part of a set of men's grooming tools, but the other components of the set were lost in tests and thefts earlier this century (notable examples include: ***-884-2, also known as "The Razor," which was stolen by the Chaos Insurgency when they seceded from the Foundation; ***-884-6, also known as "The Comb," which was neutralized after Incident ***-884-6-4172; see Document [DATA EXPUNGED] for information on other ***-884 ancillary items).

***-884-4 has a mild hallucinogenic effect. Subjects who use the item to shave will consistently experience the illusion that "their hair has not been reduced." Subsequently, they will continue to try to shave areas of the face that have already been shaved clean.

This hallucination often causes anxiety in the subjects, and in one experiment, it even led to the subject accidentally severing his carotid artery.]

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In fact, judging from the project data alone, ***-884 is not a particularly dangerous project and can be classified as Safe. However… it has a hidden property, and information about this property… was deleted from the Foundation's database by a member of the Chaos Insurgency.

This property is… four to seven years after contact with ***-884-4, those affected will begin to frequently experience a feeling of "doubt"; this symptom is initially difficult to detect, until those affected exhibit behaviors such as "constantly checking reports and experimental results" and "going back and forth to confirm whether the door is locked," its early symptoms are almost identical to mild obsessive-compulsive disorder.

In the next two to six years, the effect will worsen and gradually develop into an extreme form of choice paralysis.

In the end, those affected will be unable to make even the simplest, most inconsequential choices, until they completely lose their decision-making abilities.

Years ago, the Chaos Insurgency used this property of ***-884 to launch a very clever psychological warfare campaign…

They deliberately removed information about the "long-term symptoms" and then constantly showed a strong desire for ***-884-4, even sacrificing more than twenty members in one operation to seize it. As a result… the Foundation would naturally spare no effort to investigate and contact this project, and as a result… the number of personnel in the organization affected by the project increased.

Many of these people eventually lost their judgment completely, and many others died in subsequent work, and their deaths were related to "failure to make a decision at a critical moment."

Of course, this conspiracy was eventually exposed after an undercover agent sent back key intelligence.

The planner of the entire plan was undoubtedly Dr. Sorts, who defected with the information; after all, it was a strategy conceived by a memeticist… indeed quite skillful.

Okay, after saying so much, I just want to tell everyone… in this day and age, there are no longer any external enemies who can confront or threaten the Foundation; after a series of major events orchestrated by the Foundation behind the scenes, the world order has also changed according to their will, allowing them to obtain an inexhaustible supply of D-class personnel; moreover, the organization has also found ways to replicate loyal agents, and there are countless personnel like D19.

Therefore, projects like me that have mental influence abilities, may cause irreversible cognitive crises, and may be artificially used against the Foundation… in this era, they are regarded as low-threat existences, and almost without exception, they are classified as "Safe."

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Chua…Chua…Chua…

Accompanied by a strange sound of battle qi tearing metal, the walls of the containment room were actually "shaved" open by someone's hands.

Since I do not have the ability to move on my own, nor am I an active project that requires special materials to suppress, my containment room is very ordinary—it has neither specially made or reinforced outer walls, nor automatically triggered defense or self-destruct devices.

When Feng Bujue used *Nan Dou Fei Long Quan* (South Dipper Flying Dragon Fist) to open the wall and rush into the room, the sound of light guns firing already echoed in the corridor behind him.

The assault troopers were using pulse weapons, the kind that can accurately track heat sources… they didn't need good marksmanship, just a rough aim would hit the target, and they didn't have to worry about accidentally injuring their own people.

Therefore, in the three seconds that Jue-ge rushed through the wall, almost all the assault troopers fired without hesitation; the beams of light from the light guns in their hands, like electric sparks in a static ball, chased and hit Feng Bujue's back.

Fortunately… Feng Bujue is now in a state with all his equipment skills activated. His defense… is very high, only the [Cantankerous Armor of 1720] (he found a few more fragments during this period, upgrading it from 1320) and the [i_wAnnA_Be_A_BeLt] (the battle with Infinite greatly increased the upper limit of this thing's defense) these two pieces of equipment alone can help him withstand most of the damage.

Jue-ge isn't even afraid of touching high-voltage wires, so a barrage of light guns lasting less than two seconds… Jue-ge can definitely withstand it.

"Hmm… it's the first time I've seen myself," Feng Bujue thought in his mind as he rolled on the spot after tearing through the wall, stopping right next to me. "In the future, I won't rust or lose my characteristics at all?"

[No, but it doesn't matter,] the system replied. [The reason I let you rush in is that ***-426's containment room has neither reinforced walls nor emergency defense measures; now, you only need to break through the wall opposite and then turn left and go straight for fifty meters to find an elevator.]

"Speaking of…" Feng Bujue thought as he rushed towards the other wall, "You can actually describe me in the third person?"

[I, of course, can.] This sentence, spoken by the system, is quite convincing.

Chew chew chew chew—

Just as Feng Bujue passed over my head, several assault troopers began a second round of shooting through the gap in the wall.

Jue-ge has withstood the combined attacks of dozens of guns, so he can naturally withstand these few guns…

Two seconds later, bearing the pressure of the pulse beams hitting his back directly, he came to the wall at the other end of the room, stretched out his arms, pressed the palms of his hands against the wall, and shouted softly.

Instantly, a white light flashed, and… a whole rectangular area (about three meters high and two meters wide) suddenly disappeared from that wall.

The next second, a large, humanoid mechanical creation appeared in that position.

This robot is the legendary [Bravado Robot 3000 Type], one of the four creations that Feng Bujue's [Mekatorque's Might] can create.

This skill is a dual-system combination of Device and Summoning specialties, with a one-hour cooldown; its cost is "13 points of Stamina Value" and "a pile of metal objects larger than one cubic meter," or rather… "at least one cubic meter of metal" must be consumed to activate it.

According to the skill description, the things generated by [Mekatorque's Might] should be random, with four types: [Repair Robot], [Gnome-to-Chicken Transformer], [Navigation Chicken], and [Bravado Robot 3000 Type]; however, Jue-ge can turn "random" into "controllable" with his ability of "Zero Hour Calculation."

At this time, his summoning of the Bravado Robot can be described as killing two birds with one stone, a double-edged sword strategy.

On the one hand, the act of summoning the robot can consume the metal on the wall in front of him, instantly creating a path; on the other hand, the huge, imposing, and highly defensive Bravado Robot can block all the pursuers in this room for Feng Bujue.

"Block the entrance, don't let them come over." Just as the assault troopers were stunned by the appearance of the Bravado Robot, Feng Bujue had already flashed out of the gap in the wall and gave the robot an order with his thoughts.

Anyway, this summon has zero attack ability, Feng Bujue only needs to issue a "hold the line" order to leave with peace of mind, without worrying that the Bravado Robot will wipe out the assault team, leading to them calling for reinforcements.

"Where? Which way? What to do?" After rushing to the corridor outside the other side of the room, Feng Bujue turned left according to what the system had said earlier, and then ran wildly, asking in his mind as he ran.

[The elevator ahead is parked on this floor, after you enter, directly destroy the bottom of the car, descend to the second floor, and return to the right half of the area through the connecting corridor.]

As it said this, Feng Bujue had already arrived at the elevator door and pressed the elevator switch with Dr. Cox's right index finger.

But this time… there was no "ding" sound, and the door did not open.

[They have locked the Doctor's access permissions, her fingerprint…]

Before the system could finish its sentence, Jue-ge had already thrown away the bloody right hand and began to pry the door open with brute force…

Bang—crack crack—

Eighty kilograms of pressure is nothing.

The elevator door was pried open by Feng Bujue in the blink of an eye, and then, he stepped forward, jumped up, spun around, and plunged down… while releasing the power of the *Ran Kyaku* (Storm Leg) to the tip of his toe.

This series of movements was as smooth as flowing water, and he actually released a move of "Electric Light Drill"…

[I suggest you use a Survival Value Supplement now,] the system didn't waste any words, skipping those unnecessary contents, and reminded him. [The defense system of that "connecting corridor" has already been activated at this moment.]