I’m In Charge of SCP

The fog was scattered around the area. Zhang Jue returned to his world for the third time. This time, he appeared in the screening room of a movie theater. He was in the center of the curtain. Across from him, dozens of "viewers" were staring straight at him. Zhang Jue is not surprised by this situation. These lifeless people can't attack him, not contagious, not a threat to him, and the street window models are no different. What concerned him was that they all seemed to have black hair and eyes.

They looked Asian, but I didn't know exactly which country they were from. Zhang Jue walked out of the cinema and onto the street, looking at the secondary elements that filled the street. He initially confirmed his location.

Despite the fog, he could still tell that the time should be about 12:00 PM. There were countless "zombies" walking around, but Zhang Jue simply ignored their existence. He found a subway station and looked at the English names of the stations. He pinpointed his location to a popular place.

So, what to do now? Right, find a computer.

He remembered clearly that before he woke up last time, he saw that people were replying to his post. This question had always been on his mind. This time, he had to confirm it. If he could talk to them directly, he could get first-hand information about what happened, which was much more reliable than guessing.

He found a random store on the street. Only after entering did he realize that the store sold audio and cassette products, with many familiar figures printed on the covers of the merchandise. But Zhang Jue didn't have the heart to support the original right now, so he could only say hello to them for now and agree to buy them again sometime.

The shopkeeper inside the counter was a greasy middle-aged uncle, his computer was on, and he seemed to be playing a game. He had lost consciousness and was just sitting there lifeless like the others.

Zhang Jue pushed him away with his chair, found another chair, and sat in front of the computer. In terms of his timeline in the SCP world, several months had passed since he had last returned to this world, but the flow of time here did not seem to be the same as in the SCP world; he clicked on the calendar and found that only a week had passed since he had first returned.

Changing his search engine to Chinese as usual, Zhang Jue opened the forum he visited. The notification was still there. "There is a new reply to your post. Please click to view it."

Zhang Jue placed his mouse over it, surprisingly nervous for a moment. Click, the page jumps.

He prayed silently in his heart that it wouldn't be something like an advertisement, or he would smash his computer. Zhang Jue couldn't wait to pull it to the bottom when the page finished loading. Zhang Jue was relieved to see that the people replying were users and not bots.

He smashed his desk in excitement, then shook his hand. The title of the post he'd made was, "Is there a living person in this world? Please reply when you receive this message, over!" And the reply only had three words.

Who are you?

The username that replied to his post was "Yue Qingcheng". Zhang Jue cupped his chin and fell into contemplation again. The person's tone didn't seem right.

What the heck? I'm just going to reply to them first.

Zhang Jue logged into his account and posted back at the bottom of that thread, "I'm a survivor, I woke up, and the whole world had changed, can you tell me what happened?"

In the end, he added a sentence at the bottom, "Everyone ignores me, people are so scared of me. Where are you, can I come to you? I promise I won't do anything bad."

Zhang Jue finished posting, leaned back in his chair, and waited for the fish to take the bait. However, an hour had passed, the user hadn't made any reply. He was getting a little annoyed. Did that person not have time to log on to the forum, or was there something else going on?

Zhang Jue realized something. If one of them had survived and seen this post, he would have known the whole truth in less than two minutes. Zhang Jue clicked on the person's avatar and found that the gender field said it was a female.

Oh no, this isn't good. Zhang Jue thought, but it's okay. Maybe this user named Yue Qingcheng is also a stingy person? Who can say for sure about such things? He saw a pretty lady with the name and made a post, "I don't wash my hair for ten years because I'm bald", So how was he supposed to react to this?

The username's account was visible seven days back, so Zhang Jue clicked on it and found that this "Yue Qingcheng" had posted a post seven days earlier before the day of the Red Moon happened.

"So annoying. I'm going to cosplay this tonight." The following is accompanied by a picture of a wizard's outfit located in Star City, Taiping Street. So, this Yue Qingcheng is from Star City? Or a tourist visiting Star City?

Was the reason why The Red Moon appeared is because of her sorcery?

A series of questions flashed through Zhang Jue's mind. But there was too little evidence, and he had no way to confirm whether there was a necessary connection between the two events, or perhaps it was just a coincidence. The greatest hope now was that the person would reply to him.

Zhang Jue was like a licking dog, sitting in front of the screen waiting for the person to reply to him. Just when he was bored and ready to walk away, the sky outside suddenly made a loud sound, as if it was thunder. Zhang Jue goes out to see it by himself just to see a thunder for the first time.

He had thought that these ordinary weather phenomena would not exist after the abnormalities of this world, but it seems that this is not the case. Zhang Jue thought about it and felt that something was wrong, then ran out of the store quickly and looked in the direction where the sound was coming from. It was still foggy outside, and the visible distance was very limited, but he could still see that there was a huge shadow floating in the air millions of miles away from him.

Zhang Jue couldn't describe it because it was so huge that he couldn't even see the outline clearly. To his surprise, since the giant shadow appeared, all the pedestrians on the road stopped in their tracks. They turned around, faced the direction of the shadow, and knelt down.

All of them fell to their knees, and Zhang Jue was the only one standing on the street looking abruptly. He stared at the huge shadow, attempting to discern what it really was. But it was all in vain. He grabbed one of the people kneeling on the ground and found that they were muttering something. Words that he couldn't understand.

It seemed to be some kind of incantation.

After ten minutes, the huge shadow disappeared. Everyone was back to "normal" and continued to do the same things as before, being lifeless again.

Zhang Jue looked at the sky, searching for some clues, but he ended up getting nothing. Zhang Jue returned to the store. Then to his surprise, he found that Yue Qingcheng had replied to his post.

"Talk to you later. Be safe. It's coming."