The Endless Shuttle

"I've been waiting for you for a long time, Mr. Rope," he said.

"Earl Grey black tea from Sri Lanka, although it is of good quality, will inevitably bring bitterness after the water temperature drops. You will undoubtedly miss an excellent tea tasting, a guest from outside the world."

343 uttered Rope's name and true identity in one go, but according to the characteristics of SCP-343, the black-haired youth was not surprised.

Luo Pei naturally pulled away the chair opposite the "God", and after sitting down, he held up the white porcelain teacup in the elder's encouraging eyes.

-Luscious, but it does have a hint of bitterness.

"You seem to know me well?"

The black-haired youth put down the teacup and asked.

"Is this due to your "omniscience and omnipotence", or is it...I will choose to come here because of your ability to distort reality? "

When a creature possesses the ability to change reality and distort cause and effect, Rope has to wonder whether it is his own thoughts or the meaning of SCP-343 in front of him.

The old man smiled and shook his head in denial.

"You can relax, Mr. Rope. Like that cute lizard, you are not my creation, not even the thing born in this world. How can I change and control you? My little abilities are beyond your imagination. China is so exaggerated, and there is no need to hold such hostility."

"The meaning of these words, can I think that you belong to the personification of the will of this world?"

343's statement made Rope instantly think of his former affair, the two ceremonies.

To be precise, it is the root type.

The vortex of the root of the Moon World, the two rituals in that state can accomplish all impossible things, very similar to the description of SCP-343-God.

"World Will?"

The old man was puzzled, and then said softly.

"I'm sorry, sir, I have never heard of this term. But if you are describing some grand rule-domination, then I should barely be able to summarize it in the identity you are talking about. Well, humans added to me " The name "God" is very appropriate. Although some of them are fake, the floods during the ice age really have nothing to do with me..."

"It makes no difference."

Rope got the answer he wanted.

What was in front of him was indeed something similar to the Vortex of Roots, but it was only similar.

After only a few words of exchange, 343 felt that he possessed too much humanity, so that he looked like a normal human with reality-bending power, far from reaching the root-type omnipotence. A sense of supremacy of nothingness.

"Okay, Mr. 343, the greeting is over, it's time to talk about what you are waiting for me for."

"Don't worry, don't worry... Mr. Rope, time is not as urgent as you think..."

The old man slowly picked up his teacup and sipped the cool tea.

For a hundred years and thousands of years, he had repeated this action countless times, but he was not bored at all. 343 enjoyed the feeling of time flowing quietly.

"Why don't we turn around and talk about your purpose here, Mr. Rope? Your purpose, my waiting, there may be a big intersection between the two events."

Hearing this, Ropey sneered at the corner of his mouth.

"I don't want to repeat the answer you already know."

"... Do you have to do this?"

343 sighed and said, "Although it is unlikely that I will meet your expectations and act on those poor people. But you are really right. You liberated the child living in lies in this building. Induction, then humanity will usher in the most terrifying disaster... immature, she is very dangerous."

You know who 343 is referring to, almost without guessing.

SCP-239, "The Witch Girl".

Discovered by the SCP Foundation since she was born, after discovering that it could not kill or hurt her, the Foundation carefully compiled a long lie counted in years to make 239 believe that she is a witch. If you want to use any ability, you have to read a paragraph from the foundation. Will provide the spell.

This greatly improves the containment efficiency of the Witch Girl.

Once the black-haired youth pierced this lie, although the young witch girl of the same nature as 343 could not distort Rope, it would be hard to tell other human beings who grew up in this world. It is not impossible for human beings in this world to suffer the greatest disaster in thousands of years.

Rope doesn't care about this.

"You want to shelter the SCP Foundation?"

"It's not that organization, I just don't want to see the "child" that I am most proud of, human beings, end up with no place to live. "

The old man said.

"My identity is destined that I will not be able to cause even the slightest hindrance to you, because I and "I" are very clear about your absolute importance to this world, Mr. Rope... So I want to try to discourage you from being merciful and giving this to humans. A child who has been eroded by arrogance is a way of life... Well, this is the reason why I am waiting for you. "

"I never thought of destroying mankind, I was just responding to the SCP Foundation's "declaration of war". Of course, since it is a war, the follow-up will definitely take away some lives that have nothing to do with human beings. "

Rope's words have a strong smell of blood.

"But, apart from the number of deaths multiplying several times, is this different from the annual war and internal consumption of mankind?"

The hostility of the Great Arcanist surpassed 343's imagination.

The old man was silent for a moment, tapping the arm of the chair with his index finger.

"Come and make a deal, Mr. Rope..."

He said: "I don't want you to stop the killing. You can simply give up the idea of ​​releasing that child and let her stay under my supervision. I can use these insignificant abilities to provide some help in this world."

Rope said nothing.

In fact, it doesn't matter whether he has 239 or not. Destroying the SCP Foundation does not have to resort to the power of the Witch Girl. But 343 said so, how could he be satisfied with a little "help".

The old man clearly saw the black-haired young man's plan to raise the price, but he couldn't say anything.

The world is begging for Rope's help, and the black-haired youth is not his creation, 343 can't do anything.

"You seem to dominate those non-human children?"

He said again.

"Mr. Rope, maybe you don't care about this at all, but I can make this world evolve into a situation where "heterogeneity" and "humanity" coexist. Think about it, your people strolling under the sun, praising your name, is definitely much better than the fact that everyone gathers together because of hatred and killing, right? "

This time, Rope's eyes changed.

After all, ruling monsters is also a tool for the birth of divinity. If it can be more efficient, easier and more comfortable to achieve world monster rule, then not only save time and advance the arrival of divinity, but also allow Rope’s dominance to reach The pinnacle of this world.

At least, troubles like the SCP Foundation will no longer occur this time-because at that time, no matter what, the SCP Foundation will not be able to continue to exist.

Rope can wait for the time machine to be born, and then go back to the past to kill the clutter that called the ancient god.

"You know the "Dead Lord Who Devours the World" and my mission, and you seem to have the ability to distort reality in the world..."