I’m In Charge of SCP

Ion never felt so weak.

From his ascension to the present, almost nine hours have passed.

He never imagined that the peak of his life only lasted such a short time.

The surrounding area was vast.

At this moment, he was in chaos, kneeling on one knee.

He could feel that his power was fading a little bit.

He tried to get out of here several times, but all failed.

The powerful divine power around him suppressed him, and he couldn't even stand up.

"Zhang Jue..."

He read viciously.

In any case, I can't figure out how this earthling could have such a powerful treasure.

If he faced this cloth bag in his heyday, he might still have the power to fight, but now, he has no hope of comeback.

Perhaps, he shouldn't provoke Zhang Jue.

But now, everything is over.

With the sound of footsteps, Zhang Jue didn't know when to walk in front of him.

Ion raised his head and looked at him ferociously.

"Why... why do you both have to fight against me, I have waited for thousands of years... why!"

Ion growled, his eyes full of resentment and unwillingness.

Zhang Jue looked at him condescendingly, with a calm expression: "If you have to say something, I can only blame you for having bad luck and meeting me. I am not against you. Whoever dares to pretend to be in front of me, I have to cut him. "

"..."

Ion said grimly: "Then what are you doing now? Just to see my jokes?"

"That's right." Zhang Jue nodded naturally, "Don't you know, after headwind, if you don't express affection and mock your opponent, then victory will be meaningless."

After listening to him, Ion's blood surged, his chest was sweet, and a large mouthful of blood was vomited.

Zhang Jue saw that the blood of God turned out to be golden.

It must be delicious to make blood tofu.

Ion glared at him, his chest rising and falling violently, and after a while, he gradually calmed down.

His failure is a foregone conclusion.

No matter how he refuses to admit defeat, he can't change it.

Seeing that Ion fell silent, and finally recovered a bit of sanity, Zhang Jue smiled slightly.

"Ion, I came to you because I wanted to make a deal with you."

Since coming to this world, Zhang Jue has made deals with countless people, and this sentence seems to have become his mantra.

And the strange thing is that almost every transaction ends up.

This also shows that he has enough chips on hand to make it impossible to refuse.

And this time, he aimed at Ion, who had just lost to him.

Ion raised his head with difficulty: "Do you think I will believe you now?"

Zhang Jue shrugged: "Believe it or not. Whether you can make a deal or not is actually not that important to me. If you don't want to listen to me, I will leave here--"

Zhang Jue said, turning around to leave.

Ion shouted immediately: "Don't—"

Zhang Jue turned around slowly and looked at Ion amusedly: "The body is still very honest."

"..."

When it comes to psychological warfare, Yann is inferior to a primary school student in front of Zhang Jue.

Zhang Jue proposed a deal. He knew that Zhang Jue had what he wanted, so he planned to wait for the price and support himself, but Zhang Jue would not give him this opportunity at all.

"You talk about it first, I'll listen to it." Ion said.

"no problem."

Seeing him fooled, Zhang Jue pulled the corners of his mouth and smiled slightly.

He opened his mouth and said, "I can tell you that this place where you are now is the inside of my treasure. There is no concept of space and time. Everything is nothingness. It will continue to erode your power and finally imprison your spirit forever. Here, you can’t survive, nor can you die."

Actually, Zhang Jue didn't need to say, Ion had already felt it.

When he was just pretended to be in, he tried to forcefully leave here, but he couldn't.

And his power is indeed disappearing a little bit. He can't even stand now, so he can only kneel on the ground. This is the best proof.

He is like a patient suffering from frostbite, gradually losing control of his body.

It is conceivable that in the near future, he can only lie here forever.

It is simply the most terrible punishment in the world.

Whether it is a **** or a man, he may not be afraid of death, but he must be afraid of the endless loneliness.

Ion shuddered.

Because he thought of Adabeth who was imprisoned in the silver net.

Is this his retribution?

Although he defeated Robert Bumaro, he still failed to escape such punishment in the end.

He looked at Zhang Jue: "Why should I believe you?"

"I said, you don't have to believe it, that's your freedom." Zhang Jue spread his hands, "I just tell you the truth of the matter. As for how to choose, it's all up to you."

Zhang Jue is well versed in negotiation. He knew that the more he said that, the less Ion dared to refuse him easily.

Sure enough, Ion gritted his teeth and said: "Then what do you want me to do?"

"Answer me a question." Zhang Jue said, "As long as you answer one of my questions, I will give you a happy way to die. In the future, whether you are reincarnated or reincarnated by corpse, you are welcome to come to me for revenge."

Ion stared at Zhang Jue's eyes, as if evaluating the credibility of his words.

As Zhang Jue said.

After becoming a god, even if he dies, his spiritual consciousness will be retained. Although the hope is slim, there is always the possibility of resurrection.

But if he is really imprisoned here, then what awaits him must be the same ending as Adabeth, and even that little possibility will be obliterated.

This is something Ion can't accept anyway.

It can be said that Zhang Jue used a trick.

Because for Ion, he only wanted one death now, and there was no worse result.

"How do you know, I won't lie to you." Ion said.

"Whatever you want." Zhang Jue said, laughing, "Then how do you know that I won't lie to you?"

Obviously, in this transaction, Zhang Jue is invincible.

Regardless of whether Ion lied to him or not, he might eventually tear up the agreement.

But with those words, Ion had no choice.

Ion closed his eyes and opened them again: "If you have any questions, please ask."

Zhang Jue squatted down and stared at Yaen who was kneeling on the ground.

"After you ascended to the gods, a thick mist rose up around Akada City. What is going on, is it your own ability?"

Ion was taken aback for a moment. He didn't expect that Zhang Jue asked about this.

"I don't know." Ion said directly.

Zhang Jue looked at him without speaking.

Ion explained: "My ascension ceremony was seen in an ancient book. I don't know how the fog you mentioned was produced."

His expression does not look like a lie.

Zhang Jue squeezed his chin, wondering in his heart, maybe the mist was a by-product of the ascension ceremony.

But he cannot prove it now, let alone falsify it.

He asked, "What is the name of the ancient book you are talking about?"

"If I remember correctly, I only need to answer one question for you in the transaction just mentioned." Ion said, "So this question, I refuse to answer."

"..."

There was silence.

Zhang Jue looked at Ion coldly.

Ion was already indifferent.

After a while, Zhang Jue nodded: "Okay, so be it."

Ion's heart shuddered, thinking that Zhang Jue was really going to tear up the agreement.

But in the next second, Zhang Jue summoned his black long knife.

At some point, Zhang Jue is still more trustworthy.

And one thing, he didn't tell the truth with Ion.

This bag is not his. If the three Grim Reapers are in a bad mood one day and release Ion, it will be in trouble.

It can be seen from SCP1440's experience that although the three of them have good gambling, their character is as bad as it can be.

There is a price to be paid to win something from them.

So he had to kill Ion to avoid future troubles.

As for small probability events such as resurrection, it is not something he should consider now.

Anyway, it will be the end of the world after more than two years, so even if we add a little bit more stuff, what can we do?

Zhang Jue put the knife on Ion's neck: "I have no last words, let's talk, I'm in a hurry."

...

Feeling the blade on his neck, Ion slowly closed his eyes.

In his whole life, he started as a slave and climbed all the way up to form the Sarkic sect. He has been a **** until he was defeated by Zhang Jue and fell to the hard-to-find fate.

It is not an exaggeration to say that he is a hero.

But when I think about it, there doesn't seem to be much to talk about.

I have to say that this is really sad.

Ion thought for a long time, and what could stay in his mind turned out to be his eternal enemy-Robert Bumaro.

If possible, he still wants to fight Robert Bumaro.

But there is no such opportunity.

He raised his neck laboriously and said, "Do it."

Zhang Jue looked at him indifferently, then raised the long knife in his hand.

Hand up the knife and drop.

Five steps of blood splatter.

The founder and leader of the Sarkic sect, the great warlock Ion, a new generation of **** of flesh, fell.

...

Ion's head and body continued to decay and wither, and finally, it condensed into a walnut-sized substance, golden.

It is said that the monks of Dedao will form relics after sitting.

As a god, there will be fragments of divinity left after death.

On this point, Robert Bumaro also once talked to Zhang Jue.

This is the reason why he ventured to approach Ion.

Although he still doesn't know what he can do with it, it doesn't matter, what he lacks most now is time.

Two years, enough for him to study it out.

Zhang Jue stepped forward, picked up the little thing, and carefully put it in his pocket.

Because here, he couldn't summon his own different space either.

After doing all this, he snapped his fingers, and then his eyes lit up, and he returned to the bar, back in front of the three death brothers.

"How about it, earthlings, have you found what you want?" Murder asked.

"I didn't find it, it's too big inside." Zhang Jue spread his hands, "I said earlier that the time you gave is too short, and it should be an additional two hours."

He held the poker in his hand and sneered: "People on earth, we only promised to let you in, but we didn't promise you that you would find what you wanted-but I was a little curious, what is in your pocket, I remember you Not before I went in."

How could something like the fragments of the gods hide from the eyes of the three death brothers? Zhang Jue had been mentally prepared for this.

He also expected that they might be interested in it, but he had one last way-shame.

"Why, I want to rob, I tell you, this is my thing, I want to take it, unless I step on my corpse—"

"We just want to grab you, what's the matter?" Wan Mie said with a smile.

The three Grim Reaper brothers really deserved their reputation for unscrupulous behavior, and it is impossible to reason with them.

Zhang Jue is now guilty of Biqi, and the three of them can kill him with their fingers.

He was thinking about how to get out of his brain.

Suddenly the whole bar shook, and it was like an earthquake.

And the three Grim Reaper brothers showed solemn expressions at the same time, as if they were facing an enemy.

Boss Jumei spoke for the first time.

"Don't waste time with this earthling, hurry up and send him back as agreed-it's coming."

The matter was urgent, and both of them nodded.

Obviously, the "it" that Ju Mie said was very powerful, and it could make the three brothers so nervous.

However, at this moment, Zhang Jue's curiosity was hooked out. He wanted to see what it was that could make these three people avoid it.

You know, in the world of SCP, the names of the three death brothers are quite resounding.

"No, I won't leave!" Zhang Jue was righteous and awe-inspiring. "Everyone knows each other, I want to stay here and overcome the difficulties with you!"

"It's up to you!"

Ju Mie snorted, and as soon as his mind moved, Zhang Jue's body began to be severely distorted, and eventually disappeared from this space.

After Zhang Jue disappeared, the robbery asked, "Boss, why don't you just kill him and **** the thing? I think that thing is pretty good."

Ju Mie's face blackened: "I also just sensed that the breath emanating from him is not the same as ours. He and us are fundamentally different."

Ju Mie's words are a bit ambiguous, and Ji Mie and Wan Mie didn't understand what he meant.

In their view, Zhang Jue is a human being and they are gods. There is indeed a difference between the two ~www.novelmt.com~ But shouldn't it be that their personality is higher? Why do I feel so scared of that earthling?

Ju Mie squinted his eyes: "You are right to listen to me. I have a hunch that if anyone truly threatens the life of that earthly person, he will definitely receive the strongest backlash. You will all be careful in the future."

Among the three brothers, Jumei is the most powerful, and almost all of what he said before has been fulfilled.

Even though Yumie and Jiemie couldn't fully understand what he meant, they still nodded.

At this time, rumbling sounds sounded, and something seemed to be approaching the bar where they were.

Ju Mie clapped his hands: "Okay, that thing is here. This time we must tell the winner and let it know who is the real master of the universe!"

...

Thank you Shen Meng Kitty for your reward, and thank you for your continued support.

After thinking about it again and again, I cut a branch line and spent a chapter on the manuscript. This story is already long enough, and I think everyone is a little tired. I will end it as soon as possible.