The Youtuber.

[Loved by witches: Oh, what are SCP's anyways and why do they have such large numbers]

Well it seems I might have to actually explain some things to these poor souls who came across my stream. 

"Ah so you guys saw the Mission, so SCP basically means Secure.Contain.Protect. it is a name of an organization that eliminates or capture Supernatural beings...such as myself, these scps could vary from a stone that can infinitely produce gold to a reality altering god and the ones I am hunting are sort of Manageable, Seol jin you are Korean so you know what a Kumiho is right?

[Arthurs Play Thing: …Yeah? A nine-tailed fox spirit. Pretty famous in folklore.][Loved by Witches: Ooh, like a kitsune?]

I nodded, carefully stepping over a tangle of roots. "Exactly. But unlike the ones from Japanese folklore, Kumiho in Korean myths are usually way more dangerous. They eat human hearts or livers, trick people, and are often depicted as malevolent spirits."

I glanced at the chat, giving them a second to process before continuing.

"The SCP I'm tracking is called SCP-953. It's a real-life Kumiho, and unlike the myths, she's not just a spirit. She's an actual, physical entity that the SCP Foundation has classified as 'Keter,' which means she is extremely difficult to contain. She can shapeshift, mimic voices, and is extremely violent. If you see a beautiful woman with fox-like features asking you to come closer? Run."

[Arthurs Play Thing: …So basically a horror movie villain?][Loved by Witches: Bruh. Why would you hunt that?!]

I let out a dry chuckle. "Because it's content. Also, if I kill or capture her, I might get some Omniversal Points, which means I can get better gear."

My monstrous hand twitched involuntarily. It was a reminder that I wasn't exactly human anymore—and that SCP-953 wouldn't hesitate to tear me apart if she saw me as prey.

"But don't worry," I continued, keeping my tone light. "I've got a plan. The good news? SCP-953 isn't immortal. She's just really hard to kill. The bad news? She's probably already noticed me by now."

The forest was unnervingly silent. The air had that thick, suffocating tension that came before a predator struck. My Instinctive Awareness was screaming at me. "Anyways before I start fighting for my life let give you an explanation of SCP 239 which I am not supposed to hurt and SCP 2501 which I am supposed to retrieve."

"SCP-239. Designation: Keter. Name: Sigurro or just the witch girl. A reality warper that literally made Santa to exist in this world, anything she thinks about will come true and se has impenetrable skin that can't be punctured by anyone or anything except for SCP-148, the foundation probably allowed the approval for her to be killed so her subconscious instinct probably wished her to come towards the 'Safest' Place in the world" I adjusted my grip on the camera, keeping my voice steady despite the tension creeping into my body. I could barely focus on their messages now. The rainforest was silent—too silent.

"To put it simply," I continued, my voice barely above a whisper, "SCP-239 is a walking, talking miracle generator. She's just a kid, but her powers are so dangerous that the Foundation decided the safest option was to… well, you know. Terminate her."

[Arthurs Play Thing: …They really trying to kill a child?][Loved by Witches: That's messed up. But also… Santa? Like the jolly fat guy?]

I exhaled through my nose. "Yeah, that Santa. She's powerful enough that even the SCP Foundation is scared of her, and when an organization that locks up reality-warping monsters is afraid, you know it's bad. But I'm not here to kill her, obviously. She's technically my 'objective' for this mission, but my real job is to make sure nobody else tries anything stupid. The Foundation's orders aren't absolute out here."

I kept walking, my footsteps careful on the damp forest floor. "Now, SCP-2501. it is called The claw, it is a mechanical gauntlet that is able to exert an extreme amount of pressure on an object within the perspective of the user in relation to a claw-like mechanism. No upper limit on the amount of pressure SCP-2501 can exert has yet been observed, but it's theorized to be functionally infinite."

I paused, letting that sink in for my viewers.

"In simple terms? If I use SCP-2501 on, say, a steel beam and imagine it's as soft as clay, the gauntlet will treat it as such and crush it like paper. It ignores durability, mass, and logic itself, which makes it ridiculously overpowered in the right hands."

[Loved by Witches: So… unbreakable kid with god powers, a murder fox, and a glove that bends physics? Bro, what kinda DLC did you download?][Arthurs Play Thing: I feel like you should not have any of these things in the same place.]

I huffed a quiet laugh. "Welcome to my life."

Then, something shifted in the air. I turned around to see woman with glowing eyes was looking at me.

[Adapt Ex Reacts: Psionic and Telepathic Resistance(F)]

"Wow, so I don't like people sneaking up on me especially murderous beings" I said getting ready to fight, I am going to jump her using my trait [Original Monster] after I learn how to summon it using Miasma.

speaking of that i should probably show those two my stats.

Wendigod's Core (Passive): You can generate and Manipulate the ancient Miasma of a Wendigo.

Origin Resurgence (Passive): Despite your transformation, you retain the violent will of an Original. The more you fight, the stronger your Origin becomes.

Original Monster (Active): Due to an Unnatural Event, you can form a Monster using the Wendigo's Miasma and The Original humans Origin]

Race: Original Mutated Human

Name: Aisle Arceas

Skills: Adapt EX. Wendigod's Arm SS. 'INHUMAN HUMAN' EX. 

[Adapt (EX)]

The concept of limitation did not exist for this being. Every threat, every attack, every attempt to destroy it was nothing more than an opportunity to evolve.

Fire would not burn it twice.Poison would not taint it twice.Death itself would have to find a new way to claim it.

It was not merely learning—it was rewriting itself with every passing moment. To fight it once was to teach it how to kill you.

"Defeat was not an end—it was just another step in an endless transformation."

[Wendigod's Arm (SS)]

Power coursed through the cursed limb, raw and uncontrollable. Strength beyond mortal comprehension, regeneration that defied reason, and a corruption so deep that even reality itself seemed to rot beneath its touch.

To strike with this arm was not just to wound—but to consume. Flesh, soul, essence—nothing was spared. Even if the arm was severed, it would grow back, stronger, more horrifying, adapting to whatever had dared to destroy it.

"To be touched by this hand was to be marked by something eternal—something that could never be undone."

['INHUMAN HUMAN' (EX)]

It was a truth so many had feared, yet so few had ever truly understood. To be human was to be limitless.

Despair was meaningless. Pain was nothing more than a stepping stone. Even when stripped of everything, when crushed beneath impossible odds, when reduced to nothing but raw will—it endured.

Humanity was never meant to be confined by reason. It was never meant to be bound by weakness. It was something far greater, something that defied even the gods themselves.

"A monster could be understood. A monster had rules. But this—this was something that should not exist. A being that could surpass all logic, all restraints—simply because it refused to do otherwise."

I sent a message to the the stream.

[How do you like my abilities guys]

[Loved by Witches: Bro, your skill set is literally nightmare fuel.]

[Arthurs Play Thing: Yeah, uh, I feel like you should NOT be allowed to exist.]

I grinned, flexing my monstrous hand as the miasma curled around my fingers like living smoke. "Glad you guys like the show. Now, let's see how well it holds up against a literal murder fox."

SCP-953's glowing eyes narrowed as she observed the miasma seeping from my body. "That energy… it reeks of something ancient. Something unnatural."

"Oh really, cut it off then" I presented my monster hand to her, The Kumiho smiled knowing that her Mind control couldn't affect me, She immediately disappeared and appeared right in front of me with her claws outstretched and a terrifying smile on her face.

My eyes widened in horror as the sheer speed of the SCP, I knew she was fast but...damn, i could not react.

[INHUMAN HUMAN EX reacts].

All of a sudden my mind whispered something to me. It said I should sacrifice my arm and I did. A loud thump was heard as my arm fell onto the floor. I didn't scream for it did not hurt nor did it bother me.

[Wendigo's Arm is Enraged. Wendigo's Arm (SS) Sacrifices the limb to create an Original Monster. An original Monster has been created, A beast belonging to the Canine family]

A monstrous howl erupted from the severed limb, thick black miasma exploding outward like living tendrils, twisting and coalescing into something new.

Where my arm had once been, a massive beast emerged—its body warped and unnatural, somewhere between a wolf and something far worse. It stood taller than me, its fur shifting between solid and smoke, glowing eyes locking onto SCP-953 with pure, unfiltered hunger.

[Original Monster Created: Alpha Wendigo - Lupine Variant]

[Loved by Witches: …You just grew a pet mid-fight?!][Arthurs Play Thing: That's not a pet, that's a raid boss.]

SCP-953 skidded to a stop, her sharp nails just inches from my throat. Her once-playful smile vanished, ears flattening against her head as she instinctively leapt backward, barely avoiding a swipe from my newly-formed beast.

"Oh?" I muttered, rolling my remaining shoulder as dark mist swirled around my missing limb. "You were pretty confident a second ago."

The Kumiho hissed, her fox tails lashing behind her. "What are you?"

"I am your Ancestor, you were built upon from the idea of our existence, I am Original unlike you fake fraud" I said as I felt my arm slowly regenerate.

She squinted her eyes, she was not looking at me but the werewolf Original Monster which stared at her with it's blue glowing pale eyes.

…..

(Heo Seol Jin's POV Aka Arthur's Play thing)

I was in my room looking at the strange app that appeared on my phone which was currently my main aim except trying to surpass Nagi which seemed like a dream if I was being honest with myself, I mean I am a school student from South Korea that accepted deal from god and also why did this stream name Author's play thing, he seemed like a nice person though....No he was just intimidating honestly.

Also...Excalibur is intently staring at the stream, I was pretty sure no one could see it even Dean just saw a blank screen on the phone and asked me that. Excalibur suddenly spoke. "That arm creeps me out, you said this person is in another wo- I meant universe"

Is it because she was my Ego weapon...ah whatever. "Yes I think, his world seems scarier than this place and that Kumiho is fast, I never thought I would see an actual one"

Excalibur's gold eyes squinted sharply and her golden hair swayed slightly, why do I find her awfully...cute at this moment or it's just my eyes. "Yeah sure, fox lady or something, can his hand be considered something like me because I feel revolted looking at it and I also get a familiar sort of energy from it, it feels like divine energy but a lot more corrupted and twisted, it feels like the power of corruption"

His white hair flowed in the cold night and his icy eyes were a glowing silver blue that made me feel small and insignificant but what Excalibur said sounded...ominous so like the coward I was, I will ignore it and root for Aisle to win.

(Natsuki Subaru's POV, AKA loved by witches)

When I came to this world today, I wondered around and even helped a beautiful half-elf girl named Satella to look for her missing Insignia...well it's still the first day since I got killed by an assassin....two times. Yep turns out I die and come back, I was creative enough to name the ability Return By Death.

But who would have thought another phone appeared in front of me except my small one which was neatly tugged in my pocket but what was strange is a YouTube app appearing to be the only thing there and there also seem to be no charging percentage which made me realize this phone had infinite power. Great.

When I tapped on the YouTube button I thought I would find something normal, but a phone appeared in front of me and I should probably be more realistic but A NEET like me has to study these things to make sure they aren't fake and when I clicked it.

I was horrified, not because of the person on the screen, no I was terrified of his arm, I quite literally felt like I was about to die until something seemed to have blocked it which I was grateful fore, but damn, the dude Aisle got transported into such a dangerous world make me feel lucky....but then again...he has OP powers which also makes me Envious.

Oh I came back to the same alley with these thugs...well there is only one thing to do then.....

…..

(Aisle's POV)

My three main skills seem to be alive and that was good actually, but for some reason the more Adapt EX reacts, the more it felt like some energy was leaving my body. "Can you explain that system"

I whispered under my breath as I watched the Kumiho.

[The host cannot use Origin energy but your passive skills use Origin whenever they are activated except for Wendigod type abilities, the host has a limited amount of origin and cannot continuously use Passive Skills like Adapt EX and INHUMAN HUMAN EX for a long period of time, at the moment you currently have five more uses of your skills before you run out of Origin and then you would have to use Wendigo Miasma to fight]

That was a significant drawback. I frowned slightly, processing the information as my arm finished regenerating. My passive skills had limitations I hadn't accounted for, and while my Wendigo Miasma was still an option, it was different from the sheer adaptability and inhuman defiance I had relied on up until now.

SCP-953, meanwhile, was still watching the Alpha Wendigo - Lupine Variant, her tails bristling in agitation. "An 'Original'? Hah. You think yourself superior to me just because you have something ancient running through your veins?" Her voice was smooth, but there was an edge to it—an uncertainty she was trying to mask.

The beast I had created flexed its massive claws, its form shifting subtly, miasma rolling off its body in waves. Its glowing blue eyes locked onto her like a predator sizing up its next meal.

"You're right about one thing," I said, rolling my neck. "I do think I'm superior."

And with that, I let the monster loose.

The Lupine Variant lunged at SCP-953 with terrifying speed, its massive jaws snapping shut just inches from her face as she barely twisted away in time. Her supernatural agility was keeping her alive, but even she couldn't afford to be careless.

[Arthurs Play Thing: Yeah, that's definitely a raid boss.][Loved by Witches: Dude. I don't think she was expecting THAT.]

I smirked. "She wasn't."

SCP-953 retaliated in a blur of motion, her claws flashing as she tried to slice into the beast's body—but the moment her nails connected, dark miasma surged up to meet her, countering the blow with raw corrosive energy. She let out a sharp hiss, leaping back with a look of disgust.

"Tch… this wretched filth—!"