I’m In Charge of SCP

Swiss airport. Somewhere in a cafe, A young man in a white suit is casually stirring a cup of coffee with a spoon. He placed the prepared coffee in front of him and gently sniffed it, showing an expression of enjoyment. The old servant standing behind him had his eyes closed and seemed to be asleep, but his ears kept twitching.

"Joseph, no need to be so nervous." The young man took a sip of coffee.

"Young master, this is Switzerland after all. Near the SCP Headquarters." The old servant said, "I must ensure your safety."

The young man smiled faintly, "You and I both know that Site-19 is just a relatively large site, the real headquarters of SCP is not here. There is only one person from the O5 Council stationed here. With your strength, there is no need to worry at all."

"Yes." The old servant owed a slight bow but did not let down his guard.

The young man knew his character and didn't say much, smiling as he changed the subject, "Have you wondered why I came here?"

"It's your own thing naturally; there is also your reasoning for it. All I have to do is to protect the young master's safety, that's all." The old servant's answer did not surprise him, and the young man nodded his head.

"The reason I came here, one, was to meet that old friend of FAther, and after all the things that Chaos Insurgency have done, it's never too much to ask for more pay. As for the second reason, I wanted to come and see that man named Zhang Jue." He set his coffee cup down on the table, the smile fading from the corners of his mouth.

"Joseph, you remember, we met him, and back then, I didn't see anything special about him."

The old servant nodded slightly. After the failed Site-14 infiltration, they went to Jiangzhou City to wrap up and once met Zhang Jue from afar.

"But you know, Father actually knew his name and said he would be the one to change the world." The young man let out a chortle, seemingly having trouble accepting such an outcome.

"This time, when Zhang Jue came to Europe, count him unlucky that it just so happened that Sensei Smollett was here - on an assassination mission, Sensei Smollett never failed on his task."

The young man narrowed his eyes as the table in front of him continued to shake. The coffee cup on the table shattered inch by inch, and the coffee spilled out of it. He finally stopped hiding his killing intent.

"The person who could only change the world is me, and those who stand in my way will all have to die."

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Zhang Jue looked at the long sword through his chest, froze for a fraction of a second, and then accepted his reality.

The reason he was able to come behind the blond man in an instant just now was because he had used his Pocket Dimension ability. He entered the other dimension at the original place and then came out of the other dimension behind the blond man. This calculation was quite complicated because the length inside the other dimension was completely different from the real world. Even with his arithmetic power, he could only make this kind of operation within a few meters.

This blond man was too strong, and he tried to win in one move, but he still lost. Feeling the sharp pain coming from his chest, Zhang Jue couldn't help but sigh.

So that's what killed me. Still, if I didn't have a self-healing ability, I wouldn't have known how many times I would have died.

Zhang Jue endured the sharp pain and pulled the sword out of his chest. He could feel that the wound was healing much slower than usual. This Able's Sword was not an ordinary sword. Besides producing strong astral wind, it also had a strong inhibiting effect on some abilities. This was already known to him when he was fighting with Able.

Smollett watched his movements with a calm face, seemingly used to the reaction of his prey. He enjoyed the process of seeing his target gradually giving up.

"I told you long ago. The less you struggle, the less you feel pain." he said. As Smollett finished speaking, those passengers around him who were under his control once again aimed their guns at Zhang Jue.

Faced with their siege, Zhang Jue stood tall and undaunted as he flung his blood from his long sword outward, licked his lips, and looked the other man in the eye.

"Sorry, I'm not in the habit of sitting around waiting to die." As soon as his words left his mouth, he rushed towards Smollett. This time, he chose to attack strongly head-on. Zhang Jue unleashed both Terror Projection and Mind Freeze to ensure that Smollett would not escape.

With this move, even Able, who was bursting with rage, could not resist and could only stay honestly in place, and Smollett was no exception.

Zhang Jue's sword once again plunged into his heart. This time it was a head-on encounter, and Zhang Jue kept his eyes on Smollett's, not letting go for a moment.

"How many times do I have to say it before you understand that the huge gap between our strengths simply cannot be bridged by tactics." Smollett's voice came from the front.

Zhang Jue fixed his eyes and saw that Smollet had moved a few meters back at some point, and it was this one-meter distance that allowed his sword not to stab him. What had just happened was like a hallucination on his part.

Did he really hallucinate? Just like the time he met SCP-3844?

Zhang Jue looked around at the passengers and denied his suspicions. They were all real people, not figments of his imagination. After ruling out all impossibilities, there was only one explanation.

"I see." Zhang Jue put away his long sword and looked at the blond man in front of him. "You are a reality bender."

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Reality Bender, also known as Type Green, was the SCP Foundation's collective name for a class of individuals with a high Hume Index. They are able to create reality distortion by depressing the stability of the surrounding reality, changing and manipulating the surrounding reality according to their own will, and are a very dangerous type of SCP.

The SCP Foundation classifies Reality Benders into 6 levels according to the level of threat and the difficulty of containing them. Low-level reality distorters can use their thoughts to bend spoons or take things from space, while high-grade reality distorters can do what they say or even reshape the entire world with just a thought. Another sleeping little girl at Site-17 - SCP-239 is a level 4 Reality Bender.

She can create humans or abnormal objects at will while awake and largely unharmed or turn the entire Site-17 into a puppet show. She was afraid that Dr. Clef would come to kill her, and Dr. Clef actually came to kill her. The horror of the Reality Bender is evident.

So, are Reality Benders invincible? Of course not.

In order to contain those reality benders, Dr. Robert Scranton of the Foundation invented a prop that can effectively suppress their abilities. The Foundation named this prop after this doctor - Scranton Reality Stabilization Anchor. The Foundation would have a fighting chance even against the strongest reality benders as long as you have it.

However, Zhang Jue did not have such a thing. So even though Zhang Jue had recognized his ability, Smollett was still invincible.

"What can you do if you know? You have no way to kill me. In this plane, I am the master. Everything here, I can control as I wish. Including you." Smollett's tone was monotonous, and he had plenty of confidence in killing Zhang Jue.

Inside this plane, 10.000 meters in height, he was a god. If it were an ordinary person, I'm afraid that at this point, they would be intimidated by his aura and simply lose their fighting spirit. But not for Zhang Jue. No matter what condition it was, he maintained his absolute sanity.

"Don't be silly. If you can really control me, just explode my head directly. Why do you even bother with this kind of stuff?" Zhang Jue laughed, "Hey blondie, if I'm not wrong. Your ability doesn't work on me, right?"