Chapter 363

"As far as I know, you have already made the little monster leave the facility."

Dr. Clef seemed to be repeating the previous content, but what he said was clearly more fluent.

This might be the benefit of having a draft beforehand.

"Except for one very interesting fact."

"Have you ever wondered why women instinctively flinch at me, Konny?"

"Have you ever wondered why I can enter 91's fence and let her out, or why 166 gets along so well with me?"

"Have you ever wondered why I never talk about 105?"

A series of rhetorical questions successfully confused many people.

He mentioned three SCPs:

"SCP-091-ARC," "SCP-105," and "SCP-166."

Among these three, except for "SCP-105" which had never appeared.

The other two were already known to the audience.

By their identities, and their speculation about their relationship with Dr. Clef.

"SCP-105" is probably also "her."

And has an unclear relationship with Dr. Clef.

March 7th knelt on the bed, her chest pressed against the sheets, stretching like a cat.

"Sigh, what a sinful man."

"Stelle" nodded in approval.

Even if this is related to Dr. Clef's special features, being able to have strange relationships with so many SCPs also shows that he has quite powerful talent.

As for whether "SCP-091-ARC" will also give birth to an SCP for Dr. Clef.

Just looking at her file, it shouldn't be possible.

Thinking this, the two looked at Bai Xuan in unison.

What about the other sinful man.

……

Dr. Clef became more and more excited.

Although his face was still blurry and covered by the brim of his hat, the three-colored eyes were exceptionally clear in the shadows.

Paired with a big mouth that was smiling, it was a bit manic.

"If you knew who I was, you would understand."

"But, if you bastard knew who I was, I would be another specimen in your collection. Another number cataloged, stored, and contained."

——A reality bender, and one who can resist attacks from other reality benders.

Because of this, he stood here, going to execute "SCP-239."

"Because that's what you're going to do, right?"

"You catalog, store, and contain, and observe and observe and observe. Never act. Never make a move. Never seize the initiative."

"Even when death is staring you in the face."

"But I can act, Konny. I can act at any time."

"That's why your stupid little game can't stop me. Why your stupid little butterflies and hallucinations and social skills are never enough. Because Gautama is wrong. Not everything is an illusion, not all hallucinations are indistinguishable from reality."

Dr. Clef moved the muscles in his shoulder and neck, squinting his eyes.

Like a hunter, locking onto prey.

Exuding a dangerous aura.

"For example, when I release the contained wood elemental spirit?"

"Oh, of course——"

"The entire factory will enter a biohazard lockdown state, no one can get out."

"So the little monster will be trapped here with me. I will never allow you traitors to take her to the outside world to destroy us all. Maybe you think this is what I'm going to do."

"Here's a little tip, buddy. That's not the case."

"No one has ever seen what 091 looks like when she blooms or bears fruit."

"I will let you see it."

After Dr. Clef finished speaking, he shrugged and returned to calm.

As if it wasn't him who attacked Site-17, and it wasn't him who was emotionally agitated.

……

"Astral Express," observation car.

Welt Yang frowned—he keenly caught a word.

"'Bloom'?"

For plants, "blooming" is a quite important stage in their life cycle, the maturity of old life, and the preparation before the beginning of new life.

And in literature, this imagery usually represents growth, transformation...

But if the object is an SCP...

Or an extremely dangerous SCP—anyone who comes into contact with it must be purified.

Once such a dangerous SCP blooms, will it really bring beauty?

The possibility is infinitely close to zero.

Some terrifying images flashed through Welt Yang's mind.

They are related to some horror movies.

For example, spreading spores, for example, parasitism.

……

Dr. Clef's words fell.

Time came to——

7:35.

Facing the lens, Dr. Clef opened his arms and gently hugged "SCP-091-ARC" into his arms.

This should have been a beautiful scene, after all, the two had had deep exchanges, fully exchanged opinions, and reached a consensus.

But, the picture on the screen was terrifying and thrilling.

At the moment of the embrace.

The part where Dr. Clef and "SCP-091-ARC" touched turned green.

This is not simple dyeing, and Dr. Clef doesn't want to be the Hulk.

This is an infection.

A terrible infection.

The green alienation eroded normal flesh and blood, spreading too quickly, but did not make the victim feel pain.

The speed of infection was too fast, unable to wait to turn Clef into a member of a non-human race.

So much so that more than 90% of the latter was replaced by plant fibers.

Immediately after, branches and leaves, flower buds grew out of his limbs.

These chilling tissues.

Using Dr. Clef's flesh and bones as soil, and his life as nutrients, growing vigorously.

After a while, his hands, arms, legs, and feet were full of them.

Branches and leaves pierced the fabric of his clothes, propped up his lab coat, and asked for artificial light.

"Pat—"

A slight sound, indicating "blooming."

This sound connected into a piece, echoing in the empty corridor.

And on Dr. Clef's body.

Flowers bloomed one after another, the purest white, incomparably pure, with an alluring fragrance.

Terrifying.

This probably won't be cornering at high speed anymore... The previous chapter has been adjusted for several versions, until this chapter is updated, the review hasn't released the previous chapter, maybe I have to wait. ===== CHAPTER 365 =====