The Endless Shuttle

Seeing that the mask craftsman had calmed down, Luo Pei didn't intend to waste time, so he turned around and walked towards the ruins of the building.

He had to get Akiba Rumiho back home before the police and firefighters arrived—well, Tomie's house, although it was also Lopez's now.

"grown ups."

From afar, the mask craftsman called out to Luo Pei.

"?"

Luo Pei turned his head, only to find that the other party bent down to salute in a very humble posture.

The brand-new picture album that just materialized was held in its hand, as if it was presented.

"...What are you doing?"

"This is my reward," said the mask craftsman.

Rope misunderstood something, he thought it was some kind of gratitude from the mask craftsman.

He waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Put it away, it's no big deal to let you watch this little thing. After the garbage is cleaned, my night is over, and we should go our separate ways. As long as you don't plan to mess around in this city, see you next time We might as well have a drink..."

This is already a very high evaluation of Luo Pei.

Apart from the girl who belonged to him, Luo Pei has very few innocent friends. Regardless of whether the mask craftsman helped him or not, at least it is good to have this kind of heart.

Just like Wingate Peaslee, the Asia director of the SCP Foundation, the black-haired youth has put him in a position where he can communicate normally on an equal footing.

"Please be sure to accept it!"

The other party's attitude was so firm, Luo Pei put away his indifferent mood and became a little more serious.

Of course, I don't think that the mask craftsman has to fortify him with an ordinary picture book.

"What it is?"

"This is all my creations, including the "Three Flavors Mask" you just saw. Not only that, there are also strange creatures gathered from this city and other cities, thousands of them. I hope you can accept this reward, accept them and my loyalty, and become the king of us aliens! "

"..."

Luo Pei picked out his ears and looked at the mask craftsman in disbelief.

"……Are you serious?"

Going out to clean up the garbage in the territory, casually agreeing to a strange monster to watch, only to be begged for an allegiance that sounds like a powerful one immediately after the matter is over?

this……

"I have never been more serious than now!"

The masked man said firmly.

"We can't go on like this anymore. The power of human beings is getting stronger and stronger, oppressing us. If there is no outstanding leader, then hundreds of thousands of organizations like the so-called SCP Foundation will appear in the future. By then You, and your creations are nothing more than rare animals displayed in the zoo, without any dignity at all!"

"...You worry a lot, I didn't even know there were racists in monsters?"

Luo Pei pointed awkwardly at the ruins behind him.

"Also, don't you think too highly of humans?"

Just now, above the sky there, there was a big anomaly that could destroy the city.

"Curse of the Vortex".

"You underestimated human beings..." The masked man sighed: "However, you have such extraordinary power, of course you don't care about mere human affairs."

It stood up and scanned the block.

"But those guys are different. Many of them don't have the power of you and my lord. Some will die if they are shot, and some will burn if they are burned. Perhaps very few individuals have the ability to crush a small number of human armies. Compared with the number of human beings, it is completely worthless."

"This city has a population of 10 million, this country has 100 million humans, and the whole world has 6 billion. What about us? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? One million? That's just a fraction of the number of newborns born to humans every year. The number of people we kill for pleasure is also less than one hundred thousandth of the normal annual death rate of human beings... This number is really terrible, just thinking about it makes my hair stand on end."

A monster, a reality bender fearing humans.

Not a joke, but real fear.

Rope couldn't understand.

He has evolved from an individual to a "natural disaster" who despises races since he started in the world of godslayers, and his subsequent growth has become even more out of control.

At the same time, as a mystic, Rope was deeply influenced by the central thinking of Cthulhu Mythos that "human beings are irrelevant", and he never had the idea of ​​how important human beings are.

"So, we need your rule and your protection. In contrast, we are willing to dedicate our loyalty to you and abide by all the rules and laws you make."

"I beg you so much, don't refuse..."

After finishing speaking, the mask craftsman lowered his head deeply.

Chapter 28 Dominate Monsters, Dominate Different Kinds, the Emerald Form of the Crown

After quietly listening to the mask craftsman's words, Luo Pei didn't feel much joy, he just felt very curious.

"Well said, but did you forget to explain something very important?"

Luo Pei looked at the mask craftsman playfully.

"Naturally, you don't need to mention your creations. Since you have the ability to include those non-creative weird creatures in the album, why don't you rule them yourself, but choose to give them to me along with your creations?"

The mask craftsman shook his head, and the green eyes under the mask flashed with sadness.

"The embrace of death is hard to break free...your humble self is included."

It's not a pure monster.

Before awakening as a reality bender, the Mask Artisan was a fully human being.

It has survived for five hundred years, and it has survived since the Warring States Period in Japan. It is already very old, and its weakened body can no longer support its spiritual power to distort reality.

In the past, mask craftsmen could drag all the creatures in the entire city into the wonderful and terrifying fantasy space of another dimension.

But now, it is struggling to accommodate hundreds of monsters in a long street.

— it's dying.

Falling into the soil and rotting, the gloomy and terrible things have become a thing of the past, just like an ordinary human being.

In the face of time, all things are equal.