Chapter 120

Dr. Kondraki swallowed a mouthful of saliva.

"Alright..."

The voice stopped abruptly.

"SCP-682" grabbed Dr. Kondraki by the head, shook its neck a few times, and swallowed him whole.

"Hiccup~"

The world went quiet.

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The beginning of chaos ended in an equally chaotic conclusion.

The initiator of the chaos also met an equally chaotic end.

However.

Regardless of whether the audience were humanoid races or slimes, and whether their lives were going well or not, they couldn't recover from this ending that held no surprises.

One of the Foundation's four apocalyptic doctors, Dr. Kondraki, a ruthless man who almost instantly killed a vampire with a combo, a superman who rode "SCP-682," a character who should have been legendary-.

Was just eaten by "SCP-682"-? .

Swallowed in one gulp.

Without even making a single effective counterattack?

Just because he wanted to execute a vampire that didn't seem to pose any harm?!

Looking at it from today's perspective, the Foundation would rather execute this vampire than execute Fernandez; could it be because some O5 is Fernandez's illegitimate child?

Immediately, some audience members questioned:

"Is all of this really worth it?"

"Although I think Dr. Kondraki made the whole base a mess, is there something wrong with the Foundation's procedure for executing SCPs?"

"Is there a possibility that what 'SCP-682' ate was 'SCP-408,' the illusion butterfly?"

"Dr. Kondraki definitely isn't dead; has everyone forgotten what Dr. Clef said to Dr. Bright yesterday?"

"But that was just a joke between Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright; maybe it was just this joke that triggered Dr. Bright."

……

Jarilo-VI.

"Mr. Svarog, is this doctor uncle really dead?"

Clara's expression was a bit anxious.

Dr. Kondraki was like those heroes in storybooks; although his personality might be a bit bad, he was full of wisdom and his combat power was quite good.

In stories, shouldn't such characters defeat the demon king, marry the princess, and then live happily ever after?

The big robot remained silent for a moment and gave his own answer:

"Clara, it is very difficult for him to survive."

"In the distant past, many huge creatures lived on Jarilo-VI, and they could directly swallow animals smaller than themselves."

"When these small animals were eaten, they would soon perish under stomach acid, lack of oxygen, and the pressure of the stomach."

Getting such a result, Clara was a bit disappointed.

But there was nothing she could do.

This story not only happened in the distant past but also on the other side of the infinitely distant starry sky.

She was just a listener of the story, not a participant, and certainly not the writer.

……

The scene shifted to outside the base.

The ground was in chaos.

Heavily armed soldiers, researchers in white robes, logistics personnel in blue-green clothes, and medical staff in white clothes were moving in a hurry with nervous expressions.

Various precious facilities were piled up haphazardly, and dangerous chemical reagents were spilled on the ground.

The surroundings were even piled with various huge metal boxes.

Inside them were SCPs with danger levels of Safe and Euclid, while the more dangerous Keter ones were still in the underground base.

"A little to the left! A little more to the left!"

Helicopters kept flying in from afar, hoisting containment setups and taking them to temporary containment sites.

The entire area was under high alert, with armored vehicles, tanks, armed helicopters, and other equipment patrolling the route.

Guarding strictly against the possible existence of the Chaos Insurgency.

And in a temporary lounge, two researchers in white coats were stealing a moment of leisure, blowing the air conditioning to cool off.

At this moment, they were using the computer screen in front of them to check the situation inside the base through the monitoring system.

A moment later, one began to wail:

"My god, why does he always mess things up?"

Let's call him Dr. A for now.

The other sighed deeply, his eyebrows furrowed into a canyon.

Mark him as Dr. B.

Regarding the scene inside the base that looked like it had been hit by the American military, Dr. B only felt his heart was being cut by a knife:

"I don't know. This thing has a delay; by now he might have leveled the entire base... Is he riding 682?!"

Dr. A slapped the table, wishing he could point at the idiot's nose on the screen and smear his spit on his face!

"I can't believe we work for a guy like this. I kind of want to call him an idiot and quit right now!"

Just then, the door behind them was pushed open, and a person with somewhat tattered clothes walked in, seeming very familiar with this place.

"What are you looking at?"

When the person's face fully appeared on the screen, the audience was stunned.

He was wearing a director's cap, his clothes were somewhat damaged, and the wound on his abdomen hadn't fully healed.

Who else could it be but Dr. Kondraki.

Wasn't he killed in the fight with "SCP-682"?

Dr. A didn't look back at all, just stared at the screen, venting his emotions:

"Nothing, just our boss destroying one of the Foundation's largest bases. Can you believe it? He's doing exactly that."

He hadn't been convinced by Dr. Kondraki in the first place!

This idiot, now he's even going to destroy the entire base; just wait for the disciplinary action!

No, it's a direct sentence to D-class personnel, thrown to feed "SCP-682"!

Dr. Kondraki straightened his hat and couldn't help but clap his hands:

"Impressive, impressive!"

Dr. B's little face turned pale.

He glanced at his friend from the corner of his eye, only to see the other person constantly switching monitoring perspectives, watching how Dr. Kondraki manipulated "SCP-682" to destroy everything, and was immersed in it.

But he himself was no fool.

The moment Dr. Kondraki appeared, he had already sensed the identity of the person who arrived and took the initiative to remain silent.

He bumped Dr. A with his knee, trying to save his life:

"Buddy... don't say anything more."

Dr. A ignored him and sneered:

"It's fine, as if he could know it was me saying it."

"If he knew, I'd do it myself before he punished me..."

As he spoke, Dr. A turned around, intending to express his high opinion to the other listener.

Almost at the same time, he saw the full appearance of the person who had arrived, seeing him wearing a director's cap, wearing a damaged white coat, and the wounds on his body hadn't fully healed.

This person, it seemed he was just riding on "SCP-682"...

And then he froze.

Facing Dr. Kondraki's kind smile, Dr. A's neck moved stiffly, like an antique that had been rusted for a thousand years, looking at Dr. B on the side.

But the latter was already sitting upright, his spine straight, meticulously flipping through the materials in front of him.

"..."