Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

He waved his hand and said nonchalantly.

"Put it away, it's no big deal to let you watch this little thing. After the garbage is cleaned, my night will end here, 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 Rope's high evaluation.

Apart from the girls who belonged to him, Rope's pure friends are quite rare. No matter whether the mask artist helps him or not, at least it is good to have this heart.

Just like Wingate Pisri, the head of Asia for the SCP Foundation, the black-haired youth has placed him in a position where he can communicate on an equal and normal basis.

"Please also accept it!"

The other party's attitude was so resolute that Rope put away his indifferent mood and became a little more serious.

Of course, I don't think that the mask artist has to give him an ordinary picture book.

"What it is?"

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

"..."

Rope scratched his ears and looked at the mask artist in disbelief.

"……Are you serious?"

Going out to clean up the rubbish in the territory, casually agreeing to a strange monster to watch, but immediately after the matter is over, someone is begging to forcibly force a sound that sounds like a powerful allegiance?

This……

"I have never been more serious than now!"

The masked man said decisively.

"We can't go on like this anymore. The power of human beings is getting stronger and stronger and oppressing us. If there is no outstanding leader, then organizations like the so-called SCP Foundation will appear in the future by the hundreds. My lord, and my creations are nothing more than precious beasts on display in the zoo, and they have no dignity at all!"

"...You worry a lot. I don't even know that monsters are racists too?"

Rope pointed to the ruins behind him awkwardly.

"And, 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".

"It's you who underestimated humans..." 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 like you and yours. Some will be shot to death, some will be burnt by fire, maybe very few individuals have the ability to crush a small part of the human army, It's nothing compared to the number of humans."

"This city has a population of [-] million, this country has [-] million human beings, and the world has [-] billion people, but what about us? [-]? [-]? [-] million? That's just a fraction of the human births every year. The number of people we kill for pleasure is also less than [-]/[-] of the normal human death each year... This number is really terrifying, just thinking about it, I feel horrified."

A monster, a reality bender fearing humans.

Not a joke, but genuine fear.

Rope couldn't understand.

Since the beginning of the godslayer world, he has evolved from an individual to a "natural disaster" that despises the race, and his growth after that is even more out of control.

At the same time, as an occultist, Rope was deeply influenced by the central thinking of the Cthulhu myth of "human beings don't matter", 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 devote our loyalty to you and abide by all the rules and laws you make."

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

After speaking, the mask artist lowered his head deeply.

Chapter [-] Domination of monsters, domination of aliens, the prototype of the crown

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

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

Rope looked at the mask craftsman playfully.

"Of course your creations don't need to be mentioned. Since you have the ability to put those non-created weird creatures into the picture book, why don't you govern them yourself, but choose to give them and your creations to me?"

The mask craftsman shook his head, and the dark green eyes under the mask flashed a hint of sadness.

"Death's embrace is hard to break free... Your lord includes it."

It's not a pure monster.

Before awakening to his identity as a reality bender, the Mask Maker was a full-blown human being.

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

In the past, mask craftsmen were able to drag all the creatures of the entire city into a wonderful and terrifying other-dimensional fantasy space.

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

- It's dying.

Falling into the soil and rotting, gloomy and terrible have become the past tense, just like an ordinary human being.

In the face of time, all things are equal.