The Endless Shuttle

On the other side of the suburb of Punovo, the raindrops dripped on Luo Pei's clothes like threads, but not even a part of the clothes were wetted. Walking forward silently.

At the checkpoint leading to the entrance of the containment area, several heavily armed soldiers had their necks broken without even seeing his figure clearly. Even the illusion formed on the monitor is still normal here.

Without the fanfare of Constanta, and without the raging of other destroyed shelters, Rope entered the "A17 tolerance zone" in such a low-key manner.

——It is necessary to keep a low profile.

If his information is correct, the SCP items contained here will be the weirdest and most powerful among all the SCPs in the world of the SCP Foundation, such as the immortal Lizard, the unsealed SCP-173, and even Anzhiju, which is good at making monsters, is incomparable.

Or rather, it's an insult to use them to describe the SCP here.

There are only three SCP items in A17 Containment House.

The first one is nothing to say, SCP-148 "Psychoblock Alloy", a bunch of metal blocks that can resist the continuous and automatic increase of psychic power.

And the second and third are the key points.

SCP-239 "Witch Maiden", and SCP-343 "God".

They are the existences that come true and tamper with the world, and they are also the two most powerful reality benders in the world.

Luo Pei wants to release the two, so that the SCP Foundation will completely lose control over the aliens.

Holding the soldier's key card, the gate of the base slowly opened. Looking at the scene behind the door, the black-haired young man froze for a moment.

Wearing a white robe, the old man, a researcher of the SCP Foundation, was looking at him with a smile, as if in front of the old man, he was not a monster causing panic, but an ordinary friend who came to visit.

"Come in quickly."

He said enthusiastically.

"It's raining heavily outside, and I was thinking about whether I should prepare a towel for you. Now it seems that I am worrying unnecessarily, haha..."

Luo Pei frowned, fully aware of breath.

Except for a few soldiers standing guard after a few passages, the base showed no signs of entering a state of martial law, and there were no traps.

What's this? mind control? Or...reality distortion?

The abnormal behavior of the members of the foundation made Luo Pei immediately think of the two reality benders living in this base.

SCP-343, to be precise.

The existence called "God" is much stronger in terms of thinking and ability than the witch girl who can be injured or even killed by the mind-blocking alloy. It is not surprising that he can distort the thinking of the staff in the base.

Strange why 343 would do this...

The old researcher turned his back to Luo Pei and took two steps, and asked curiously after finding that the black-haired youth was still standing outside the door without moving.

"What are you still doing standing there? 343 has been waiting for you for a long time."

"……nothing."

Hearing that it was exactly as he had guessed, Luo Pei frowned, nodded with a smile, and stepped into the "A17 Inclusion Center".

I can't draw any conclusions in my imagination, since SCP-343 has set up this battle, everything will be clear when we meet.

Following behind the researcher, the black-haired young man looked at the peaceful tolerance area and asked.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Well, I know." The old researcher nodded, and said casually: "I heard that you just destroyed several containment areas a few days ago, and indirectly killed the members of the "O5 Council". To be honest, you did go a little too far, but then those "O5s" who are high above them will come out of their comfort a little bit, right? Pretty good, haha. "

A serious answer, but the absurdity in the words couldn't be concealed no matter what.

It's like the old researcher is not a member of the SCP Foundation—or his thinking has been tampered with to such a degree that the Foundation doesn't care about a catastrophe.

"Don't you think there is something wrong with the identities of the two of us?" Luo Pei asked again.

This time, the black-haired youth used the secret technique of mental recovery, wanting to see how powerful the distortion of reality is.

The question made the old researcher stop in his tracks.

He frowned and murmured.

"Yes, I should let the soldiers arrest you, why would I invite you into the base..."

The old man's eyes were confused at first, and then became clear again, and the kind smile hung on the corner of his mouth again.

"Forget it, these are irrelevant. You should expect something else, such as the afternoon tea prepared by Mr. 343. Everyone who has drunk his black tea in this base is full of praise..."

Luo Pei stopped the continuous release of the spirit recovery secret technique, and raised a little caution in his heart.

It is certain that the "normal" of this area has been overridden.

SCP-343 completely erased the hostility of Foundation members, just like he would only be rated as a "Safe" level object by the "O5 Council" anyway, and even no one in the "O5 Council" realized that there was something wrong with this matter .

After walking on a complicated road like a spider web for fifteen minutes, Luo Pei came to the door of the containment room where SCP-343 was held.

Sorry, maybe "imprisonment" is not the right word.

The soldiers guarding the gate sat on the ground with finished Coke cans beside them. While laughing and playing cards, they flicked ash into the cans, without noticing the arrival of the old researcher and Luo Pei.

The old researcher was not angry either, he just shrugged his shoulders at the black-haired young man's questioning gaze.

"He likes it that way, it's nice to take it easy."

"..."

I have been to several containment areas, and this is the first time I have seen a special Rope like A17, and I can't help but sigh the convenience of the reality bender.

——How is this different from a vacation?

After that, the soldiers opened the unlocked door slowly, and Luo Pei saw the scene inside.

The interior space of the containment room is several times larger than it looks from the outside. The decoration is in the style of an old-fashioned British high-end residence. Dry firewood is burning in the fireplace, and the orange fire is reflected on the face of a well-dressed old man. The sitting figure adds a layer of sacredness.

SCP-343 is holding a "Bible", with a subtle smile that is mocking but not serious. On his left are two white porcelain teacups containing amber tea.

Gentle and kind, raceless and omniscient—

This is a wonderful feeling SCP-343 gave Rope.

Chapter 73 Not Almighty "God"

The old researcher and soldiers retreated tactfully, and Rope went straight into SCP-343's room.

It seemed that the footsteps disturbed 343's concentration. He put down the "Bible" in his hand and showed a kind smile to the black-haired youth.