Synopsis: Endless Shuttle

"I know you won't be taken away by the mere ultra-low temperature, but in front of Weili, the god of worms who can stop even the movement of molecules, it will take a long time to evolve to fully adapt? So, before the next awakening in the distant future , you just turn the honesty into an ice sculpture and stay here."

"stop!"

A dull voice came from the water.

The Immortal Lizard didn't know what Rulim Shaklos was, but the danger perception made it understand that Rope's words were not overconfident empty words.

If it gets hit with this bullet, it's probably really worthy of being a sculpture.

The brain is frozen, and there is no autonomous thinking. In the chaos, the instinct has evolved to the extent that it wants to break free from the powerful biological seal in front of it. Even SCP-682 cannot estimate the exact time it takes.

--not like this!

"You said that if you lie down early, there will be no such thing."

Rope pointed his gun at SCP-682.

"According to the original plan, as long as you are calm enough during my plan and express your obedience, I can even give you an independent and free room and a comfortable environment. There is no hydrochloric acid, no human beings, and no harm to you. You will be carefree in the existence of the

"Finally, I hope you can remember me when you wake up."

With your finger on the trigger, Rope will fire anytime.

And at the moment of firing, the power of the "God of Worms" Rulim Shaklos will turn SCP-682, including this airtight containment, into the coldest place to die.

However, SCP-682's body changed at this time.

Its huge size is like a deflated ball, constantly collapsing downwards.At first Rope thought it was the big lizard doing "evolution" to endure the severe cold, but he soon discovered that was not the case.

After the evolution of SCP-682, not only Rope, but also Kevin Holard outside the monitor spit out the tea in his mouth.

"……are you kidding me?"

Rope looked at SCP-682 in disbelief.

In the large blisters, it is no longer in the form of a lizard.

"It" has short blond hair, arms and legs that are so slender that they can be broken when they are broken. The height of the whole person is less than 140cm, and the pupils in the fierce eyes are blue.

SCP-682 has transformed into the juvenile appearance of the human females it hates most.

No, not human.

Although it looks very similar to a human, Rope can clearly feel the difference.

—That is the appearance of a Nephilim female juvenile.

Without the innate powers of a war race, there is no doubt that SCP-682 is infinitely close to the juvenile Nephilim female in shape and size.

Facing Rope's question, the young girl spit out a string of blisters expressionlessly.

Chapter [-] Handing the collar to Loli

"X-rays show that although SCP-682's current body has a human-like appearance, its internal structure is completely two species from normal humans."

Kevin released the urgently printed investigation report, took off his glasses and rubbed his eyebrows.

"I'm 682% sure this is yet another 'defensive evolution' of SCP-682, but I don't know why SCP-[-] abandoned its usual lizard appearance... Mr. Rope, do you have any special hobbies? "

The old man with glasses asked a very rude question.

"No."

Rope, who temporarily withdrew from the containment room, denied it without looking back.

He kept looking at the beautiful blonde loli in the display.

The important parts are covered with scales like clothes, and in the sealed messy containment, 682 is still trapped in the cage shaped by the current.She was expressionless, and from time to time she played with her small dark green tail because of boredom, which was completely different from the violent and wild "dragon" before.

That female Nephilim look and feel gave Ropey a rather oddly benign feeling.

He knew very well that this was something buried in the blood called "reproduction instinct".

After SCP-682 faced him twice, he successfully simulated the female Nephilim. Although it could not replicate the power of the rage race, 682 perfectly possessed the ability to release similar sex pheromones or soul resonance, and gave Rope cause some impact.

As a Nephilim, Rope is an adult.

It was the first time the black-haired youth faced a Nephilim of the opposite sex—albeit a half-assed fake.

"But the fact that you put SCP-682 on hold for the time being after its transformation means that its purpose of being "safe" has been achieved..."

"I'm still standing here and haven't left."

"Ok."

Kevin shrugged.

"I wouldn't say anything even if you were a pedophile, after all, this is not a police station. Mr. Rope, the main question is, what are you going to do with SCP-682 in the current situation?"

He looked at the platinum watch on his wrist: "We still have about thirteen minutes to spare. If we can't resolve it during this period, I have to make a phone call to postpone the final interview of Miss Makase. Although I can see that you are very Looking forward to that little lady, but I personally think the "Keter"-level items are more important..."

"There is no need to postpone the meeting."

Rope finally withdrew his gaze from the display, and he stared at Kevin Hollard and asked.

"Do you still have "D-class personnel" in your hands?Send two in, and I'll free the cage of water.I'll have to see if SCP-682 still has the same murderous urges as it did a few minutes ago. "

"I don't think it's necessary to test..."