I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 186: Divine Weapons

A few months ago, Zhang Jue rode on the back of SCP-682, destroyed most of the SCP Foundation headquarters, and acquired a dozen SCPs. He placed these stolen goods in his Pocket Dimension and divided them into categories according to their importance.

C Grade Rating (those that are not used in the vast majority of cases)

B Grade rating (useful to others, but not to himself. For example, the SCP-127 (The Living Gun) he gave to Will Smith)

A Grade Rating (potentially useful to himself)

S Grade Rating (simply godlike item)

There are three divine weapon levels, which he set as his goal from the beginning. The thing he took out at this moment is one of them - SCP-714 (The Jaded Ring).

SCP-714 is a green jade ring that can change its own size according to the characteristics of the wearer's hand.

When wearing SCP-714, it will have special effects.

One, it makes the wearer feel tired: within a few minutes of wearing SCP-714, the wearer feels tired and is forced to "sit down and rest for a while" on the nearest available furniture and may fall asleep within a few hours.

Slowed reaction and movement: This is evidenced by the fact that if you throw an object at the wearer of SCP-714, even if it is slow, there is a high probability that he will not be able to catch it.

Third, reduced mental strength: the wearer's thinking will feel sluggish, and a person who is good at reasoning will not be able to make even the most basic answer after wearing SCP-714.

After reading the above description, you will probably be wondering now. What kind of useful item is this? It's simply a trap.

But there are two side effects among those, and with all the debuffs of wearing SCP-714, Zhang Jue still puts it on because it has another passive effect.

It is also its fourth major characteristic: Mental Shield.

The wearers of SCP-714 show abnormally high resilience to memetic and mental influences, particularly commands or immediate effects, and weaker memetic influences may be totally nullified by this.

With Shirley's self-healing ability and SCP-682's hardening. Zhang Jue's current body is, not to say, as hard as adamantine, but it certainly can hold at least a few rocket missiles.

He has always had only one weakness. Which is his mental strength was too weak. The few losses he had suffered so far, whether it was facing SCP-3844 or SCP-701-1 (The Hanged King), were all due to a lack of mental strength.

Therefore, after careful consideration, Zhang Jue listed SCP-714 as one of his must-grab targets. For others, wearing SCP-714 has many negative effects that outweigh the benefits. But Zhang Jue can reduce most of the debuffs on it while retaining the effects of the Mental Shield, so it is indeed a rare artifact.

It's just that it can be dangerous to wear for long periods of time. In certain situations, Zhang Jue will have to take it out. Zhang Jue put the SCP-714 on his right index finger, and a strange sensation went through his body.

It was as if he had just run 30 kilometers of weights. But this level of fatigue was something that the current Zhang Jue could completely resist. As this feeling appeared, he noticed that something had changed in his surroundings.

After blocking out the effects of that Antimemetic anomaly, he saw something that he couldn't even see before. The fine sand beneath his feet was no longer even. It was actually covered with dense footprints. The walls around him were no longer dry and clean either. There were countless blood stains sprayed on themboth new and old.

Zhang Jue even saw some tiny worms wriggling around his feet. These should be some of the Antimemetic creatures. If the shield did not protect him now, he might not see these small things in his life.

Zhang Jue knew that what he saw was the real thing at this time. The world that hadn't been tampered with by those things. Of course, perhaps there were more advanced Antimemetic creatures. Good thing that he brought SCP-714. If such things really existed, Zhang Jue could only endure them.

There is a truth in this world. You can confirm it, but you can't positively falsify it. After his visions were clear, Zhang Jue re-examined his surroundings. Various traces were evident. The wayfinding signs that had disappeared in the past, and the floor plans of the floors, all appeared before his eyes.

Zhang Jue looked out of the window and in front of the three buildings. A giant stone monument stood in the originally empty square. On it was written in large text: Site-237.

This was SCP Foundation Site-237. The home base of the Antimemetics Division.

...

Zhang Jue once again pushed open the door of a certain room. Unlike before, this time, he saw several corpses that had decomposed. They were the bodies of several males who should be the researchers here, by the looks of it.

Because the air was very dry, they had all turned into dry corpses, and Zhang Jue couldn't deduce the exact time of their deaths. But the posture of their deaths was bizarre.

Several people were hugging each other and becoming a circle. Each man took a knife and stabbed the man in front of him in the back. Zhang Jue could even see their terrified expressions before they died. It was shocking to the eyes. There was no telling what they had actually gone through.

Zhang Jue continued to advance. This time, all the scenery was visible to him. Countless bloodstains, corpses, and wreckage. It was surprising that so many people had been sacrificed on this site.

The story of SCP-3125 was only a story after all, but with so many brutal scenes appearing directly in front of him. As strong as Zhang Jue, he couldn't help but be staggered.

Zhang Jue arrived at the 28th floor, where they had been unconscious before. There was nothing special about this place except that there were more corpses. Zhang Jue looked around and was about to head to the next floor when a faint sound suddenly rang out and caught his attention.

There should be no one else in this building except for him. Only yellow desert was around. There is less presence of any wild animals. Zhang Jue was like the main character in a horror movie, approaching step by step the direction the sound was coming from.

It came from a room. The door had been opened, and the sound was coming from inside. Zhang Jue held his breath and cautiously peered inside. Suddenly a face hung upside down from the top of the door and came face to face with Zhang Jue.

The face was bleeding from seven orifices and looked very miserable. If someone else had come, they would have been scared to death. But to Zhang Jue, the word fear is not in his dictionary.

So, he calmly took a step back. Just as he was about to enter the room to check the situation, he suddenly felt that the upside-down face was familiar. Zhang Jue thought about it a little and realized that this man was the first person to interrogate him after he came to this site that day. This person disappeared the next day and was unexpectedly dead here.

"Don't..." Zhang Jue was thinking, but he didn't expect the man to make a sound.

So, he wasn't dead!

Zhang Jue hurriedly cut the thread hanging from his feet and set him down. The man looked at Zhang Jue, his eyes already fading. Zhang Jue pinched him hard, "What do you want to say to me this time?"

"Don't..." The man used his last ounce of strength, but only half a sentence came out, "Don't trust... him..."

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