On the other side of Punofo’s suburbs, thread-like raindrops dripped on Luo Pei’s clothes, but there were even a corner of his clothes that could not be stained wet. The handsome black-haired young man seemed to be wearing a raincoat made of rainwater. Moving forward soundly.

At the checkpoint leading to the entrance of the containment area, several heavily armed soldiers had their necks broken without even seeing his figure. Even the scene formed by the illusion in the monitor is still normal here.

Without Constanta's fanfare, and without the ravages of other destroyed tolerance houses, Rope entered the "A17 tolerance zone" in such a low-key manner.

——It is necessary to keep a low profile.

If his information is correct, the SCP project contained here will be the most weird and powerful of all SCPs in the world of the SCP Foundation, which is not too exaggerated, the immortal immortal lizard, the unsealed SCP-173, and even It is incomparable to the Anzhiju that makes monsters.

In other words, using them to describe the SCP here is an insult.

There are only three SCP items in the A17 containment house.

The first one is nothing to say, SCP-148 "Mind Interruption Alloy", a pile of metal blocks that can withstand the automatic increase of mental power.

The second and third places are the key points.

SCP-239 "Witch Girl", and SCP-343 "God".

They are the two most powerful reality benders in the world, and they tamper with the existence of the world.

Rope wants to release the two, so that the SCP Foundation completely loses control of the aliens.

Holding the soldier's door card, the gate of the base slowly opened. Seeing the scene behind the door, the black-haired young man was taken aback for a while.

Wearing a white robe, the old man, a researcher of the SCP Foundation, was looking at him with a smile, as if in front of the old man was not a monster that caused a big panic, but an ordinary friend visiting him.

"Come in quickly."

He said enthusiastically.

"It's raining heavily outside, and I'm still thinking about whether to prepare a towel for you. Now it seems that I'm worrying about everything, haha..."

Luo Pei frowned, his breath perception was full.

Except for a few soldiers standing guard behind a few passages, this base has no signs of entering a state of martial law, and there are no traps.

what is this? mind control? Or... reality distortion?

The unusual behavior of the Foundation members made Rope immediately think of the two reality benders living in this base.

To be precise, SCP-343.

The existence called "God" is stronger than the young witch girl who can be injured or killed by the Mind Interruption Alloy in terms of thinking and ability. It is not surprising that he can distort the thinking of the staff in the base.

The strange thing is why 343 would do this...

The old researcher took two steps with his back to Rope, and asked curiously when he found that the black-haired young man was still standing outside the door without moving.

"What are you doing standing there? 343 has been waiting for you for a long time."

"……nothing."

As soon as he heard it did not differ from his own guess, Rope stretched his brows, nodded with a smile, and stepped into the "A17 Tolerance Center."

No conclusion can be drawn from fantasy. Since SCP-343 has set up this battle, everything will be clear when meeting.

Following behind the researcher, the black-haired young man looked at the peaceful atmosphere and asked.

"Do you know who I am?"

"Yeah, I know." The researcher nodded and said lightly: "I heard that you just destroyed several containment areas a few days ago and indirectly killed the members of the "O5 Council". To be honest, you did go too far, but in this way, those lofty "O5" will also come out of comfort a little bit? Very good, haha. "

The answer is serious, but the absurdity in the words cannot be concealed.

The researcher old man is like someone who is not from the SCP Foundation—or his thinking has been tampered with to the extent that the Foundation does not care about a catastrophe.

"Don't you think there is a problem with the identities of the two of us?" Rope asked again.

This time, the black-haired youth used the secret technique of spiritual restoration, wanting to see how powerful the reality distortion is.

The question stopped the old researcher.

He frowned and murmured.

"Yes, I should have the soldiers arrest you, why would I invite you into the base..."

The old man's eyes were confused at first, and then he became clear again, and the kind smile on the corners of his mouth hung up again.

"Forget it, it doesn't matter. 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 secret technique of spiritual recovery, and raised a trace of prudence in his heart.

To be sure, the "normal" in this area has been rewritten.

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

On the complex road like a spider web, after walking silently for fifteen minutes, Rope came to the door of the containment room where SCP-343 was being held.

Sorry, the term "detention" may not be appropriate.

The soldiers at the door were sitting on the ground with a can of Coke after drinking. They laughed and played cards while poking the soot into the can, without noticing the arrival of the researcher old man and Rope.

The researcher's old man was not angry either, he just shrugged his interrogative gaze towards the black-haired youth.

"He likes this look. It's nice to be relaxed."

"..."

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

——What is the difference between this and vacation?

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

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

SCP-343 is holding a book of "Bible", with a subtle but not serious smile on the corner of its mouth. There are also two white porcelain tea cups on his left hand, containing amber tea.

Gentle and kind, race-free and omniscient and omnipotent——

This is a strange feeling that SCP-343 gave Rope.

Chapter 73 is not an almighty "God"

The old researcher and soldiers stepped back with interest, and Rope went straight into SCP-343's room.

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