Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

Depressed scenes of ruin and ruins are everywhere.

Rope didn't worry about the girl getting hurt at all.With the esoteric protection he gave, even if a missile detonated next to Akiba Rumiho, it would be blocked by the mighty power of "Eternal Sleeper" Cthulhu.

Pop, pop.

The applause slightly pulled the black-haired youth's attention back from the sky.

The mask craftsman stood in the middle of the empty street, with paper scraps flying around like snowflakes.

Even with a mask covering it, Rope could feel it, and the monster was smiling happily.

"It was wonderful."

The mask artist said in a high tone.

"Being able to see such a beautiful scene, my life is a worthwhile trip!"

Landing from the tall building to the ground, Rope moved his sore wrist and glanced at the wreckage of the album on the ground.

"What you've worked so hard to paint and just tear it up?"

"No no no."

The mask artist shook his head repeatedly, pointing to the position of his heart.

"Those beautiful picture scrolls are in my "heart".Albums are nothing but foreign objects, as long as you want, just like this. "

As soon as it reached out, another picture book appeared in his hand.

"There will be new ones soon."

Staring at the picture book in the hands of the mask artist, Rope frowned.

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

It really came out of nowhere.

Just like the "realization of fantasy" by "White Princess" Eltluqi.

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

"You're also a 'reality bender'? "

"Reality benders... the term that Western organization gave us?"

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

"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 reality can be changed, and my ability is more inclined to "shape monsters". "

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

Rope said with a little deep meaning.

The mask artist quickly waved his hand in denial.

"It's just a little bit." It explained: "Decades ago, I have investigated the Western organization, and I only know that the organization's job is to contain non-human creatures like me, and the other details are not very clear. Well, after all, there is metal in that organization that blocks the power of the soul, and those two are the natural enemies of the natural enemies, and they will really die if they dare to mess around."

It does seem to understand.

Rope knew what the mask artist meant by "the metal that blocks the power of the mind".

"SCP-148" - "Telepathic Alloy".

A continuously regenerating metallic iron ingot that effectively blocks or hinders the extra-sensory psychic influences of nearby organisms.

In other words, a metal that completely guards against psychic and psychic abilities.

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

As mentioned earlier, the almost omnipotent "Wizard Girl", as long as she is in a sleeping state, even an ordinary adult male can damage or even kill her with a weapon cast from this metal.

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

Rope shrugged.

Just a monster who knows the SCP Foundation, no surprise.

Having clearly expressed goodwill and respect, and will not hinder Rope's trial, the black-haired youth naturally has no reason to be embarrassed by it.

Seeing that the mask craftsman was quiet, Rope didn't intend to waste time, then turned around and walked towards the ruins of the building.

He had to get Akiha Rumiho home before the police and firefighters arrived—well, Tomie's house, although it's Rope's now too.

"grown ups."

In the distance, the mask artist stopped Rope.

"?"

Rope turned his head, only to find that the other party bent over and saluted in a very humble posture.

The brand-new picture album that has just appeared is held in its hand, and it looks like it is presented.

"...what are you doing?"

"This is your reward," said the mask artist.

Rope misunderstood something, he thought it was some kind of thank you from the mask artist.