Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"Forget it, these are irrelevant. You should expect something else, such as the afternoon tea prepared by Mr. 343. People who have drunk his black tea in this base are full of praise..."

Rope stopped the continuous release of the spiritual recovery secret technique, and raised a little caution in his heart.

It can be determined that the "normal" of this area has been rewritten.

SCP-343 completely erased the hostility of the Foundation members, just as he would only be rated as a "Safe" class item by the "O5 Council" anyway, and no one in the "O5 Council" even realized what was wrong with this .

A complicated road like a spider's web, after fifteen minutes of silent walking, Rope came to the door of the containment room where SCP-343 was being held.

Sorry, maybe the word "detention" is inappropriate.

The soldiers at the gate sat on the ground with the finished Coke cans beside them. They played cards with laughter and flicked soot into the cans, ignoring the arrival of the old researcher and Rope.

The old researcher wasn't angry either, just shrugged at the dark-haired youth's questioning gaze.

"He likes it this way, it's nice to be relaxed."

"..."

Having been to several containment areas, this is the first time I have seen a special Rope like A17, and I can't help but sigh about the convenience of reality benders.

- What's the difference between this and a vacation?

After that, the soldiers opened the unlocked door slowly, and Rope saw the scene.

The interior space of the containment room is several times larger than it looks from the outside. The decoration is in the style of an old-style high-end residence in the country. The dry firewood in the fireplace is burning, and the orange fire is reflected on the face of a well-dressed old man. The sitting figure adds a layer of sacredness.

SCP-343 is holding a Bible, with a sarcastic, but not serious, subtle smile at the corners of his mouth.There are also two white porcelain teacups on his left hand, holding amber tea.

Gentle and kind, raceless and omnipotent—

This is a strange feeling SCP-343 gives Ropey.

Chapter [-]: Not Almighty "God"

The old researcher and the soldiers withdrew wisely, and Rope walked straight into SCP-343's room.

It seems that the footsteps disturbed 343's concentration. He put down the Bible in his hand and showed a kind smile to the black-haired youth.

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

"Earl Grey tea in Sri Lanka, although it is of good quality, will inevitably bring a bitter taste after the water temperature drops. You have undoubtedly missed an excellent tea tasting experience, distinguished guests from outside the world."

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

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

— luscious, but 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 "omnipotent omnipotence", or... I chose to come here because of your ability to distort reality? "

When a creature has the ability to change reality and distort causality, Rope has to wonder if he is sitting here on 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 a thing born in this world, how can I change and control you? My little ability is not as good as you imagine. It's so exaggerated, and it doesn't have to be so hostile."

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

343's statement made Ropey instantly think of the object of his extramarital affairs, two ceremonies.

To be precise, it is the root type.

The Vortex of the Roots of the Moonworld, a state of two rituals capable of accomplishing the impossible, very similar to SCP-343's description - God.

"The Will of the World?"

The old man looked puzzled, and then said softly.

"Sorry sir, I haven't heard of this term. But if you are describing some grand rule-making power, then I should be able to be summed up in the identity you are talking about. Well, what humans added to me" The name "God" is very fitting.Although some of it is fake, the Ice Age floods really have nothing to do with me..."

"It makes no difference."

Rope got the answer he wanted.

In front of him is indeed something similar to the vortex of the root, but it is only similar.

After just a few words of communication, 343 gave him the feeling that he had too much humanity, so that he looked like a normal human with the power of reality distortion, far from reaching the root-style omniscient. Absolute supremacy.

"Okay, Mr. 343, the greeting to meet and greet 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.

Hundreds of years, thousands of years, he has repeated this action countless times, but he is not bored at all. 343 enjoys the feeling of time flowing quietly.

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

Hearing this, Rope raised a sneer at the corner of his mouth.

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

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