Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

As a result, such an unpleasant tow oil bottle appeared beside Rope.

"Boss, where are we going now?"

After a few minutes, Olson resumed his chatter.

"I've been to Utah twice, and if you need a guide, I'm absolutely competent..."

"Olson, have you ever killed anyone?"

"What?" The white man was stunned for a moment, and then sneered: "Boss, although I am all about pornography, gambling and drugs, but murder is such a thing..."

"You should have a clearer sense of who you are. Whatever you were before, is now a hopeless alien to human beings, and you have no choice but to lie in a research institute and undergo never-ending experiments. "

"..." Olsen's face was very bad.

These are all truths. His "luck" is not only a blessing, but also the main culprit that separated him from the big family of "human beings".

"...Damn, I never wanted this ability," he cursed in a low voice.

Rope nodded.

"So, if you don't want to go back, you can only take up weapons to annihilate the guys who are embarrassing you, and then use your own power to open up a world suitable for "exotics" to survive. "

"Head..."

Olsen hesitated and said hesitantly.

"You mean... are you going to destroy humanity?"

"No, I'm not that noble, I'm just taking revenge for the discomfort in my heart. Saying this is just to give you a choice. Whether to use my momentum and power before I stop, or wait until I get out of my mind. After retreating, being chased by various humans into hiding, being sent to another indistinguishable shelter, the choice is yours - just like those sensible shelters who are killing the SCP Foundation now, they Having made the same choice, the answer is obvious."

Olson was speechless.

The black-haired youth looked up and saw that the high-rise buildings in the city were already in sight.

Punovo, one of the top ten most livable cities in the United States, is also home to the SCP Foundation's "A17 Containment Zone" and field agent headquarters.

This city is Rope's next target.

Destroy the army guarding the cemetery and placing the evil omen.Soldiers and executives of the Slaughter Foundation.The SCPs who released the SCP...

The black-haired youth has already been infected with a lot of blood after Constanta, and will continue until the violence in the heart of the Great Mystic has calmed down a little.

At least to the point where the SCP Foundation can't get in the way of his plans.

He wanted to solve troubles like the Wingate Pisri incident that could affect the production of the time machine and even hinder the progress of the trial.

"Olson."

Rope stopped, reached out and handed something to the white male.

It was a pitch-black light group exuding an ominous aura, in which the painful cheeks of countless human beings could be vaguely seen.

"Take this, go where I tell you to go next, and crush it. There's no danger with your abilities, some of the danger will be the SCP Foundation guys."

Rope said without a doubt.

"Or, you can turn around and leave."

Olson's expression contorted.

He understood what it meant.

Is it to commit sins with one's own hands and become a real "other", or is it a false self-comfort, waiting for the re-arrest of human beings in panic.

About five minutes later, Olsen accepted the ball of light compromisingly and put it into the pocket of his shirt.

Olsen stared at Rope and asked.

"Boss, will you be our umbrella and leader? "

"'We'... It seems that you have begun to adjust to your identity, which is good. "

Rope laughed.

"As for your question, I will consider it."

Too full of unanswered questions, not only Olsen's question, he himself is also considering the feasibility of controlling monsters in this world.

It is true that most of the SCP items have very few human-comprehensible thinking, and even some are just instincts like beasts, but the profession of animal trainer has existed since ancient times, and Rope has a little experience after ruling Japanese monsters, no what a big deal.

Having already been called the "Father of Demons", then expanding the scope from Japan to the world... doesn't seem like a bad thing?The black-haired youth thought.

With a decision in his heart, Rope continued to walk forward with an unidentified smile.

"Olson, remember to buy yourself an umbrella on the way after you separate."

"why?"

"The storm is coming."

I don't know when, the sky has been covered with dark clouds.

Terrible bad luck is slowly stepping into this beautiful and comfortable city, just like Constanta, which has been buried under the nuclear bomb.

Chapter [-] The Demon King and the "God" of this World

The torrential rain came unexpectedly, and Punovo was shrouded in a gloomy downpour.