Chapter 102

In front of Sampo and a group of servants and maids, he opened his abyss-like giant mouth, covered Dr. Bright’s head, and began to chew, making a crisp sound of bone breaking.

“Crunch—crunch—”

“Crash—”

The knife and fork in Sampo’s hand fell onto the floor tiles, the sound echoing endlessly.

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“?!”

“This…”

“Holy crap, he actually ate him???”

“Ahhh???”

“Isn’t this a bit too sudden?”

“Dr. Bright, what are you doing, Dr. Bright?”

“B… old B!”

……

The Luofu Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, Divination Commission.

Fu Bai Xuan had just let out a yawn, feeling somewhat annoyed by the ever-changing celestial phenomena.

Just as she was preparing to head back to rest for a while, she witnessed the scene of Fernand eating a person.

Her golden eyes widened, and she stared at the scene in disbelief.

“What on earth… is even going on…”

Even the diviners of the Divination Commission, who had been working overtime all night, were jolted awake one after another.

Such a scene was far too stimulating for them, to the point that several fainted on the spot and had to be sent to the infirmary.

Only now did they recall that the file for SCP-082 explicitly recorded that he would suddenly erupt into cannibalism, and that there was absolutely no pattern to it.

“So… why not just execute a monster like this?”

“Even if this doctor is effectively immortal, surely he shouldn’t be used for such thrills, right?”

“The Foundation’s containment methods are still too soft. If it were here on our Luofu Luofu Xianzhou, executing such a thing directly would be letting it off easy.”

Miss Miss Qingque’s face also turned pale.

A young girl immersed in the wonderful world of Celestial Jade tiles could hardly handle a scene that far surpassed a B-grade horror movie.

“I can’t take it… I need to play a few rounds of cards to calm down…”

……

Jarilo-VI.

Clara was currently hiding in Svarog’s arms, curled up into a ball, no longer looking at the screen.

She had thought she was watching a food show and a historical documentary.

But who could have guessed that a seemingly pleasant scene would suddenly turn into a horror movie?

And this terrifying cannibal was right here on Jarilo-VI!

Wouldn’t that mean…

If it were to breach containment, everyone in Belobog would be in danger?

Just then, Svarog spoke to comfort her:

“Do not worry, Clara.”

“Based on the files released by the Foundation and my calculations, even if it invaded the Underworld, we would be able to eliminate it.”

Clara nodded obediently, still having no intention of picking up the screen.

Let’s do something else first… Clara thought to herself.

……

Watching the horrific act of cannibalism unfolding before him, Sampo felt his scalp tingle.

By the time he realized he hadn’t been able to hold onto his knife and fork, the crisp sound of metal colliding with stone tiles had already rung out.

Fernand turned from his feast toward Sampo, smiling quite evilly.

Between his teeth remained traces of bright red blood, pink tofu, yellow fat, and white bone fragments.

“Ah, my dear, would you like some?”

Like some your @#￥%￥#!@*……

Sampo suppressed his intense psychological revulsion, forced a smile onto his face, and replied politely:

“No… thank you.”

In a sense, he already wanted to chop this monster in front of him into pieces.

Although he, Sampo, occasionally had bad intentions and often did things that were out of line, that didn’t mean he could tolerate the continued existence of such a monster.

“As you wish.”

Fernand squeezed a loud laugh through his clenched teeth.

Suddenly.

Fernand realized something; he looked around, seeing bright red everywhere on the tablecloth, and even red liquid dripping from the ornate chandelier.

“Oh, my deepest apologies, I’ve made a mess of the palace again.”

Although he said this, his hands and mouth showed no intention of stopping.

Just as Sampo reached down, intending to give this Majesty “Fernand” a memorable welcome gift.

He heard—

“The French Empire, the Prime Minister, Count Bright has arrived!”

“?”

Wasn’t Bright already dead?

Wasn’t he eaten as a little dessert by this suspicious emperor?

Sampo was completely stunned.

And so, he turned his stiff neck.

He saw a man dressed in expensive, exquisite court attire walking along the red carpet into the room.

He looked no different from Dr. Bright.

If one had to say, it was that this current Dr. Bright looked a bit younger and was wearing a “Lucky Charm.”

Sampo stared at Dr. Bright, his gaze darting between him and the chunks of meat on the table.

Without a doubt, this was the most hellish thing he had encountered today.

No, ever since he met the people from the Foundation, he had been seeing hell!

Damn it!

This time, Dr. Bright didn’t sit next to Fernand, seemingly worried that this body might have issues again, or perhaps because the original seat was covered in blood clots.

He sat on the side slightly closer to Sampo.

After the maids served him a fresh breakfast, Fernand apologized to him:

“My deepest apologies, my dear Prime Minister, I’ve accidentally ruined another one of your bodies.”

Another? One of your bodies?

What does that mean?

Can one person have many bodies?

Sampo looked on with confusion, watching Dr. Bright, who acted as if nothing had happened, as if it weren’t him who had been eaten by Fernand.

Dr. Bright picked up his wine glass, drank the entire glass of red wine, and then replied slowly:

“It’s fine, Your Majesty, as long as you can cure the strange illness in the palace.”

“You will be able to return to the public eye and announce that the great Emperor has returned to his loyal empire.”

Of course, that’s impossible… Dr. Bright added silently in his heart.

And so, in an instant, Fernand became the Emperor again, rather than the cannibal.

He trembled with excitement, his disproportionate body shaking everywhere:

“Yes, yes, that’s it!”