The Endless Shuttle

A sight that cannot be described in words.

"Okabe, did I oversleep?"

"Stupid! Ah Zhi, hurry up and take out your phone, you must take a picture and tweet it, it's a thousand years, no, it's a rare encounter in ten thousand years!"

"Huh? But my phone is still charging. Why doesn't Okabe use his own phone?"

"... mine is charging too."

On the streets of Tokyo, two high school-age teenagers were downcast, annoyed that they hadn't seized the opportunity to shoot a miracle.

The instigator of the miracle, Luo Pei, stood on the dilapidated building and breathed a sigh of relief.

The red and hot "Sacred Sword of Salvation" returned to his hand, and the shooting stars of the thousands of artifacts also disappeared. He watched with satisfaction his masterpiece, the fading torrent of light in the sky.

"The Curse of the Whirlpool", before it started its ambition of "returning all things to one", was wiped out by the Demon King in the sky of Akihabara after being born prematurely.

It could have been stronger, it could have been more powerful, it could have caused more terrible disasters.

"Originally" -

The dark clouds dissipated, and the night sky of the last quarter moon was seen again.

Chapter 27 Please become the master of non-human beings

The curse was destroyed.

Rope is sure.

At the moment when the torrent of light faded, the black-haired young man could clearly see where the "vortex curse" was originally located, and the space shrank suddenly, and then returned to normal.

This proves that that small piece of space has been permanently erased from this plane in the energy outpouring of the explosion.

If he can still recover from the ashes, then he has nothing to say.

The battlefield, the high-end apartment next to UPX, which is the home of Rumiho Akiba. The extravagant building was destroyed by the aftermath of Rope's battle because it was directly below the vortex.

It is conceivable that after two o'clock in the middle of the night, this street will soon become lively again. A large number of police and firefighters will arrive within half an hour, and then there will be a disaster that will never be detected Cause investigation...

Everywhere is a desolate scene of dilapidated buildings and ruins.

Luo Pei wasn't worried about the girl getting hurt at all. With the secret protection he gave, even if a missile detonated near Akiha Rumiho, it would be blocked by the mighty power of Cthulhu, the "Eternal Sleeper".

Crack, clap.

The applause slightly drew the black-haired youth's attention away from the sky.

The mask craftsman stood in the middle of the empty avenue, surrounded by scraps of paper that fell like snowflakes.

Even though it was covered by a mask, Luo Pei could feel that the monster was smiling happily.

"It's wonderful."

The mask craftsman said in a high-spirited tone.

"To see such a beautiful scene, my life is worthwhile!"

Descending from the tall building to the ground, Luo Pei stretched his sore wrist and glanced at the remains of the album on the ground.

"You just tore up what you drew so hard?"

"No no no."

The mask craftsman shook his head again and again, pointing to the position of his heart.

"Those wonderful picture scrolls are in my "heart". The album is nothing more than a foreign object, as long as I want it, it's like this. "

As soon as it stretched out its hand, another picture book appeared in its hand.

"There will be new ones soon."

Staring at the album in the hands of the mask craftsman, Luo Pei frowned.

He didn't feel the fluctuation of space just now, and he won't be confused by messy hallucinations with the eyes of reality.

That really came out of nowhere.

Just like "White Princess" Altruchi's "Phantom Realization".

The black-haired youth immediately thought of the unique "specialty" of this chaotic world.

"Are you a Reality Bender too? "

"Reality Bender... the name given to us by the Western Organization?"

The masked man had obviously heard of this word before, and he smiled.

"It seems very appropriate, you can think so. Create something out of nothing, tamper with reality, I am such a creature... Oh! But not all realities can be changed, my ability is more inclined to "shape monsters". "

"You seem to know the SCP Foundation very well..."

Luo Pei said with a little deep meaning.

The mask craftsman quickly waved his hand in denial.

"Just a little bit." It explained: "Decades ago, I investigated the matter of that Western organization. I only know that the organization's job is to contain non-human creatures like you. I don't know the other details. Well, after all, there is metal in that organization that can block the power of the mind, and that pair of scumbags are natural enemies among natural enemies, if they dare to mess around, they will really die."

It does seem to understand.

Rope knew what the mask craftsmen meant by the "metal that blocks psychic power."

"SCP-148" - "Psychoblock Alloy".

A continuously regenerating ingot of iron metal, it is effective at blocking or impeding the extrasensory psychic influence of nearby organisms.

In other words, a metal that is completely protected against psychic and spiritual abilities.

"SCP-148" is the nemesis of some reality benders in this world.

As mentioned before, the almost omnipotent "Witch Girl", as long as she is in a sleeping state, even an ordinary adult male can use this metal to injure or even kill her.

"Then you've undoubtedly missed a lot of interesting stories."

Rope shrugged.

It's just a monster who knows about the SCP Foundation, so nothing surprising.

Having clearly expressed goodwill and respect, and would not hinder Rope's trial, the black-haired youth naturally had no reason to embarrass him.