Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

""Destroyer"……"

"Founder" painfully pronounced the name of the black-haired youth in front of him.

The culprit who created the tragedy of Constanta and kept pushing the SCP Foundation into the abyss, its danger has long been listed as the unique and highest "Keter" level within the Foundation - the "Doomsday of Humanity" that cannot be stopped by a nuclear bomb. god".

"Good afternoon, distinguished gentlemen."

Ropey took off his hat and saluted gracefully, but that smile seemed to mock those present no matter what.

"What are you waiting for, soldier, shoot!"

"Damn it! It's so close, hurry up and let me get out of here..."

"I will cut your budget, I will!"

"What are the red right hands and "SCP-017" doing! ?That's not how the script for the response was written..."

Facing the panicked crowd, Rope took away the mobility of everyone present just by knocking on his cane.

They stood there like wooden sculptures, unable to move at all.

"Quiet." The black-haired youth said.

"SCP-017...are you looking for this?"

He took out an item wrapped in black mist from his jacket pocket, and then crushed it in front of the "Founder".

The dangerous existence of the famous "Keter"-level project, code-named "Shadow Demon", was killed in such an understatement.

Not even a trace of resistance.

"I'm sorry, this kind of creature that has to use shadows to drag the enemy into the Dirac Sea is really too weak. If you want to "fight poison with poison", you'd better find some powerful guys, this level can't even warm up Get me interested. "

Rope scorns SCP-017, and the idea of ​​the SCP Foundation.

"...Weiss Manor has thirty-four identical buildings. How did you find our location in such a short period of time?"

"Cough cough."

Olson touched his nose and walked out from behind Rope, and greeted the "Founder" with a smile.

"Mr. "O5", I guessed it... You know, I've always had good luck, like I can guess the dealer's card fifty-five times in a row... Did I guess your identity too? "

"..."

SCP-181...

Once released from the "Safe" mentality, will he become such a dangerous guy...

The "Founder" was enveloped in an unprecedented sense of powerlessness.

The monsters gathered together, and their abilities were a disaster even more terrible than a nuclear bomb.

"Without killing us immediately, what do you want, Destroyer?If you're willing to let us go today, we'll definitely pay you what you want...whatever you want. "

There is hope as long as you live, and the "Founder" has the same idea as the original "Cowboy" at this moment.

The other leaders also spoke out, making all kinds of tantalizing promises, including building a country for monsters, providing all material needs...even humans as food.

"Oh? Is it?"

Rope's cane tapped the ground, walked past everyone, and came to the highest podium position in the entire conference hall.

The world's leaders of darkness can only stare at the black-haired youth, hoping that this inhuman can give some mercy and let them leave here alive.

"Gentlemen. You said that no matter what I want, I will give it to me, so if I don't accept anything, it will be a shame..."

Rope said with a smile.

"I'm not greedy, just take everything you have."

On the corpse of the old order of the old world, the new world will take root and thrive on it.

--Unavoidable

Chapter [-]: The Church of Monsters Worshiping Demigods

The party at Weiss Manor is over.

Likewise, the SCP Foundation is largely over.

More than one-half of the "O5" was wiped out, and the SCP Foundation was like a snake without its head, with only its torso struggling.It won't be long before Rope will let his subordinates digest the power of those who were originally rich or expensive, then the secret power in this world will be completely in his hands.

It was a little troublesome, but the final result of the big event did not exceed Rope's expectations.

It's just a human being. Compared to the god he used to target, the SCP Foundation, which is not as exaggerated in the setting, can't bear the wrath of the demigod at all. It's not even a trick.

Los Angeles is known as the "City of Angels" in the United States.Although the atmosphere of panic has also spread into the bone marrow of the city, under the coordination of the rich police force and the army, Los Angeles has not caused major turmoil like some cities, and still maintains the surface operation.

After all, the living dead are not difficult to deal with at all.

Not to mention the pistol for the time being, an ordinary person, a bottle of wine, a rag, and a little knowledge of making Molotov cocktails, all of which can be combined to make almost a group of dead corpses completely stop moving.

But Xie Omen has nothing to do with Rope, and he has no obligation to take responsibility for the lives of these irrelevant people.

"Boss, what I want to say is, can you send me some more people?"

Belonging to a certain "O5" luxury villa by the sea, Olsen looked at the black-haired youth holding a silver staff, his face full of distress.