The Endless Shuttle

Seeing the mask craftsman calm down, Rope didn't intend to waste time, then turned around and walked towards the ruins of the building.

He had to rush to get Qiuye Liumiho home before the police and firefighters came—well, Fujiang's home, although it is also Lopey now.

"grown ups."

From a distance, the mask craftsman stopped Rope.

"?"

Luo Pei turned his head, only to find that the other party had bowed down and saluted in a very humble posture.

The brand-new picture album that has just appeared was held in its hands, as if it were upright.

"...What are you doing?"

"This is my reward." The mask craftsman said.

Rope misunderstood something, he thought it was some kind of gratitude from the mask craftsman.

He waved his hand and said indifferently.

"Let’s put it away, it’s no big deal to let you watch this little thing. The garbage is cleaned up and my night is over. We should go our own way. As long as you don’t plan to mess around in this city, we will meet next time. We might have another drink..."

This is already a very high evaluation by Rope.

Except for the young girls who belonged to him, Luo Pei had few simple friends. Regardless of whether the mask craftsman helped him or not, at least it was good to have this heart.

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

"You must also accept it!"

The other party's attitude was so firm, Rope put away his indifferent mood and took a little more serious.

Of course, I don't think that the mask craftsman has to give him an ordinary picture album from the fortress.

"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 that you can accept this reward, accept them and my loyalty, and become the king of us heterogeneous people! "

"..."

Luo Pei fished his ears and looked at the mask craftsman in disbelief.

"……Are you serious?"

Going out to clean up the garbage in the territory, casually agreeing to a strange monster's onlooker, and when the matter is over, he is immediately begged for a loyalty that sounds like a great deal?

This……

"I have never been more serious than now!"

The mask man said decisively.

"We can't be distracted anymore. The power of mankind is growing and oppressing us. If there is no outstanding leader, then organizations like the SCP Foundation will appear in the future by hundreds of thousands. My lord, plus my creations are nothing but rare beasts displayed in the zoo, without dignity at all!"

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

Rope awkwardly pointed to the ruins behind him.

"Also, do you look at humans too highly?"

Just now, above the sky there, there was a big anomaly that could destroy this city.

"Vortex Curse."

"It's you who underestimated human beings..." The masked man sighed, "However, you have such power beyond the specifications, so of course you don't care about human matters."

It stood up and scanned the block.

"But those guys are different. Many of them don't have the power of you and yours. Some will die when shot by a gun, and some will be scorched when burned by fire. Perhaps very few individuals have the ability to crush a small part of the human army. Compared with the number of human beings, it's not worth mentioning at all."

"This city has a population of 10 million, this country has 100 million humans, and the world has 6 billion, but what about us? Ten thousand? One hundred thousand? One million? That's just a fraction of the number of human births every year. The number of people we kill for fun is also less than one hundred thousandth of the normal deaths of human beings every year...This number is really terrible. Just thinking about it, I feel terrified."

A monster, a reality **** fearing humans.

Not a joke, but a genuine fear.

Rope couldn't understand.

Starting from the world of Godkillers, he has evolved from an individual into a "natural disaster" that despises the race, and his growth has become even more uncontrollable.

At the same time, as an occultist, Rope is deeply influenced by the central thinking of Cthulhu mythology that "human beings are irrelevant." He has never had an idea of ​​how important human beings are.

"So, we need your rule and your asylum. In contrast, we are willing to dedicate our loyalty to you and abide by all the rules and laws you make."

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

After speaking, the mask craftsman lowered his head deeply.

Chapter 28 Dominate Monsters, Dominate Outer Species, The Prototype of the Crown

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

"It's pretty good, but did you forget to explain something important?"

Rope looked at the mask craftsman playfully.

"Of course you don't need to mention your creations. Since you have the ability to put those non-creation weird creatures into your picture album, why not rule them yourself, but choose to give them all and your creations to me?"

The mask craftsman shook his head, and the faint green eyes under the mask flashed with sadness.

"The embrace of death is hard to break away... I also include it."

It is not a pure monster.

Before awakening his identity as a reality bender, the mask craftsman was an out-and-out human.

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

In the past, mask craftsmen were able to drag all the creatures of the entire city into the wonderful and terrifying space of fantasy in different dimensions.

But now, it even finds it difficult to accommodate hundreds of monsters in a long street.

——It is dying.

Poured in the soil and rotted, the gloomy and terrifying became a thing of the past, just like an ordinary human being.

In the face of time, all things are equal.