The Endless Shuttle

Holding Kevin's hand, Luo Pei smiled secretly.

"It depends on whether the topic of 'Pissley' you mentioned can give me something."

"It doesn't look like you're very afraid of nukes either, which is bad news."

Kevin shrugged and walked towards the passage on the left.

It is unbelievable that he can take the time to meet Rope. Kevin has not closed his eyes for three consecutive days because SCP-682's struggle is getting more and more intense, and he is on the verge of breaking free. He must always stay in the test venue, guaranteed to have new effective instructions to stop it.

Afterwards, Rope walked along the path indicated by Kevin for five minutes, and after going through two corners, he came to the office of Site Director Wingate Peasley.

The door was unlocked, and opened with a slight push.

The energetic and well-dressed old man was sitting behind the desk, looking at him with a smile.

Luo Pei was not pretentious. After tidying up his suit, he strode into the office of a senior member of the SCP Foundation as an "abnormal creature".

——It's funny enough.

"Hello, Mr. Peasley."

Rope then pulled up a chair and sat across from Wingate.

"As a 'communicable pre-container', I'm here to drink your nasty coffee. "

"Ha ha……"

Wingate laughed dryly.

"I want to say that this is just a misunderstanding. You know, I am also a high-level member of the SCP Foundation. If my subordinates fail, I should not lose my momentum, right? There will be no bad coffee..."

"If you don't buy me coffee, then don't waste your time."

Rope took out the leather and threw it on Wingate's desk.

"Let's get to the point. How do you know this sentence, and how do you know that this sentence has something to do with me? Little by little, if your explanation doesn't satisfy me, I will use what I originally came here to explain." My plan—to use violence to get all the information I want."

"Ha, it's exactly as they said, your personality is quite irritable...but it's much better than your peers." Wingate shook his head helplessly.

""they"? "Rope frowned.

"Well, before I introduce 'them' to you, allow me to introduce myself. "

The old man straightened his back.

"Nathaniel Wingate Peaslee, A-level personnel of the SCP Foundation, Director of the Asian Branch Site, the most senior leader of all direct projects of military, research, containment, and execution here. "First" meeting, everyone Mystic Mr. Rope. "

A long list of titles.

But what caught Luo Pei's attention was that the old man named Wingate revealed his true identity directly after the first meeting.

"You know me very well. Adding that sentence, are you also a mystic who believes in a certain evil god?"

"No, I'm not." Wingate denied, "I didn't get the honor of being a occultist. Since the summer of 1913, I've just been an unlucky ghost who was involved in an unexplainable anomaly. For that The mission that I was forced to accept in Japan is lingering on my last breath."

The old man took out the old books from the drawer of the desk, and pushed them in front of Luo Pei.

Without opening the book, Luo Pei looked at the words on the cover and read them out.

"...Yith?"

"Next, is the explanation you want."

Wingate said.

"The great Yith, the seed that conquers time, the traveler of the soul, the wisdom of all things. As a mystic, you definitely know the details of the "Great Race of Yith" better than me, right? "

Of course Rope knew.

As long as you have an understanding of the Cthulhu mythology, you will definitely not be able to avoid the "Great Race of Yith".

Except for Yog Sothoth, the "All into One" and "Key of the Door", the only non-god race that has conquered time. They are immortal, and when the fate of the race comes to an end, each individual is a spiritual master, and they will uniformly perform a spiritual time jump, transport themselves to the long past, and start a new round of life.

Through this, they have obtained an unimaginably huge amount of "knowledge". Whether it is arcane techniques or technology, the great race of Yith dares to be the second, and absolutely no other race dares to be the first.

Perhaps the great race of Yith has been criticized by other existences for their refusal to take the initiative to climb technology and make weapons, but this does not prevent them from becoming one of the strongest races in the multiverse.

"On May 14, 1908, while I was still a professor at the Miskatonic University, I had a spiritual exchange with the great Iss."

Wingate's palm clenched.

"Maybe it's a unilateral call, I'm not sure. For a long time, I completed the transformation from an ordinary human being to an abnormal person in their holy city Nekt. It took me a long time to learn Yisi's text, and resisted the fear to communicate with them. Surprisingly, this group of scary-looking creatures is very kind, they almost answer every question, and they are so profound and omniscient..."

Rope seemed to anticipate what Wingate would say next, and asked with a frown.

"You asked about the future?"

"...Yes." Wingate sighed: "Human beings always hope to control a future that does not belong to them. In the end, I finally couldn't help asking about the future, and the Yis are also very good. answered me."

"'The future is meaningless, your world is bound to collapse'. "

"That's the answer His guys gave me," Wingate said.

"I was so desperate at the time. I had a wife and children, and I was looking forward to the safe growth of future generations. The absurd phenomenon of world destruction that only appeared in novels was placed in front of me who was unprepared. The young I was almost crazy. I immediately asked them how to avoid the destruction of the world, but it was such a simple question, and the kind Yis were no longer willing to answer it anyway."

"I was not reconciled, so I walked into Nector's big library, frantically looking for all the information that could help me. In it, I learned all kinds of knowledge beyond human technology, the secrets of the multiverse and evil gods, but always Not a single word changed the destruction of this world. In the end, I reached out to the core knowledge of Yithians."

--seek death.

Hearing Wingate's words, there were only these two words in Luo Pei's mind.

The great race of Yisi is called kind in the Cthulhu mythology, but it is different when exposed to the core knowledge of the race. Yisi is very taboo to talk about "the future", and they will not be kind enough to open their homes to foreigners Secret door.

Do you really think that the Yisi who beat the flying polyp to the north is a certain tribe of the Holy Mother?

"After that, I technically succeeded. I succeeded in seeing a way to avoid the end of the world."

Wingate smiled wryly.

"But I was also cursed by the Yis at that time. Except for the coming of the world collapse or preventing the world collapse, they made me old but did not allow me to die, nor did they allow me to have even the slightest peace of mind. Driven by this curse , I can only keep moving closer to the direction of "preventing the collapse of the world" according to the information in my mind, and I am getting crazy from running around. After my wife, son and daughter passed away one after another because of the curse I received, I realized how big a mistake I had made at the beginning, but it was too late anyway, so I could only continue to move forward in pain. "

"Afterwards, it was the boring experience of meeting the SCP Foundation. It seems that for the sake of defending human beings, they helped me regain my sanity and thinking. I used the technology I learned from Neckert to work for them... Well, Your Excellency This shouldn't be of any interest, right?"

"I'm only interested in 'methods to avoid the destruction of the world'. "

He stood up, staring straight at Wingate.

"Tell me how the world collapsed, and then tell me how to prevent the world from collapsing, and I can help you relieve the pain that has spread for centuries."