The time difference between the capital of the New World and China was exactly 12 hours—day and night reversed.
It was now past 11 PM, deep into the night.
When Luoshu left the castle, he encountered a minor problem.
The area outside the castle was desolate, with only a private road several kilometers long leading to the outside world.
There wasn't a taxi in sight—not even a passing car.
Eager to reach Site-19, Luoshu had to find another way.
Then it hit him.
According to SCP-CN-722-5, this was the "God's" temple, meaning the old bastard frequented this place.
That meant the castle's grand hall should have more than one spatial tunnel.
He quickly returned to the hall and activated Spatial Tunnel again.
The moment the ability triggered, hundreds of spatial tunnels appeared simultaneously, each leading to a different location.
Just as he thought!
Luoshu remembered his first direct confrontation with "God" at the MacDonald Law Firm, the surface structure of Site-19.
Back then, "God" had used short-range spatial jumps to escape, each leap limited to 1 kilometer.
At the time, Luoshu had wondered: if "God's" spatial jumps were so short-range, how did he cover hundreds or even thousands of kilometers daily without exhausting himself?
Now he understood—"God" had two types of spatial abilities.
One was long-distance travel via spatial tunnels, the other short-range spatial jumps.
The 1-kilometer limit applied only to jumps, while spatial tunnels had no such restriction.
However, creating spatial tunnels was likely far more difficult, possibly requiring Reality-Bending Level 4 or higher.
To avoid destabilizing the world's reality, even "God" dared not open too many tunnels.
Luoshu scanned the destinations of the tunnels and quickly recognized several.
Aside from the one leading to the Hall of Prayer for Good Harvests in Beijing, he spotted other iconic landmarks:
Capitol Hill (New World)
Big Ben (London)
Eiffel Tower (Paris)
Barcelona Cathedral (Spain)
Sydney Opera House (Australia)
Great Sphinx of Giza (Egypt)
Christ the Redeemer (Rio de Janeiro, Brazil)
It seemed "God" had opened tunnels to every major Foundation site in the New World and key cities across other continents for easy travel.
Among these, Capitol Hill was Luoshu's target.
Site-19 was just a few kilometers from the iconic white-domed building.
As Luoshu vanished into the tunnel leading to Capitol Hill, "God" materialized in the hall with a grim expression.
"Who was here just now?" He had sensed spatial disturbances.
But with so many tunnels in the hall, even he couldn't pinpoint the exact one.
He wasn't an omnipotent deity, after all.
Strictly speaking, in a world where power was capped at Level 5, true gods couldn't exist.
This was also why the Foundation forbade SCP-231-7 (The Scarlet Bride's Child) from being born.
That child's birth would shatter the world's limits!
This was part of the truth—one Luoshu hadn't yet uncovered.
As for what would happen if the world's limits were broken…
That was the core of the truth—the answer Chaos had been waiting for Luoshu to find.
At this moment, "God's" face darkened.
Recently, Chaos had been alarmingly active, attacking Foundation sites worldwide, causing mass containment breaches, inciting wars, and orchestrating high-impact events.
According to Foundation intelligence, Chaos had a hand in nearly every major global incident:
The Floyd Incident in the New World
The Syrian War
The Armenia-Azerbaijan Conflict
The Suez Canal Blockage
The Donbas Tensions
The Foundation sensed Chaos was scheming something, which was why they deployed MTF Alpha-9 ("Pandora's Box") and Abel to dismantle several of Chaos's known sites.
Now, while Chaos had quieted down, Luoshu was making his move.
"God" felt immense pressure.
At the same time, in a high-end Wall Street office, the old man who had once heard Luoshu's "Hello, world" greeting via Great Sound is Faint picked up the phone.
"Waiter, listen. The 'Awakening Plan' is on hold for now. There's only so much we can do—the rest is up to him."
"Understood, 'Bandit' sir. But I can't reach him."
"It's fine. Let him be."
"..."
Meanwhile, Luoshu stood on the roadside outside Capitol Hill, trying to hail a cab.
The New World had been turbulent lately:
Asians feared attacks.
Black citizens feared the police.
White citizens feared shootings.
No matter the race, everyone was on edge, and few dared to venture out at night.
Luoshu waited forever, but not a single taxi passed by.
After crossing 10,000 kilometers so easily, am I really going to be stumped by the last few?
Then he remembered the American Express Centurion Card (Black) in his pocket—the thing could summon private jets, let alone a lousy taxi.
He pulled out the card and called customer service.
Soon, a stretched, armored Lincoln pulled up in front of him.
"Your ride, esteemed guest."
At the same time, Waiter—who had been struggling to track Luoshu—received a notification:
["Truth-Bringer" card usage detected: Capitol Hill, New World Capital.]
Waiter's eyes lit up.
Finally!
Right now, Luoshu stood at the entrance of Site-19's surface building, checking his phone.
May 6th, 00:00:00.
Activate Unobservable!
Site-19, your boy Luo Hansan is back!
Site-19 was just as he remembered.
Two SCP-131 (Eye Pods) snoozed in the atrium garden, eyes wide open, snoring and drooling...
Night-shift guards chatted by the stairwell to the containment area, gossiping about the E-cup girl from Logistics...
The Site Director's office was still lit—what was the O5 doing at this hour?
Big Jack wasn't the original anymore, just an SCP-2000 clone—no point visiting...
He could've dropped by to see IR1901, but there was no time. That could wait...
Though he had returned to Site-19 after months away, Luoshu didn't linger to catch up with old friends.
He headed straight for Sublevel 5.
Pushing open the heavy iron door of SCP-055, Luoshu still couldn't discern what this antimemetic actually was.
He tapped the [O] on Page 6 of The SCP Field Guide.
The W-Class Mnestic Enhancers had been stolen—after this use, he'd only have one dose left.
"You've returned, my friend!" SCP-055 displayed rare emotion.
Too bad Luoshu couldn't perceive it.
Even the enhancers couldn't help him read an antimemetic's expressions.
Right now, he was more concerned about his lost belongings.
"Where are my things? What happened to them?"
SCP-055 replied:
"She has arrived."