Chapter 953

At least in front of the "Black Moon", its civilization has long been destroyed, and this civilization is still expanding toward the starry sky.

Amidst the continuous strong notes, "Symphony of Fate" ended, and "SCP-001-Sage" slowly opened its eyes.

At this time.

Footsteps seemed to come from the direction of the bamboo forest; "SCP-001-Sage", which was trying to understand human art, suddenly raised its head, and a faint blue light lit up in its simulated eyes.

The next second, a piece of the bamboo forest pattern was missing, revealing the appearance of a door.

Then, amidst the sound of the lock cylinder retracting and the hydraulic device working, the gate rose, and the Administrator's figure appeared at the door.

"Hello there." The Administrator waved his hand.

The next second, he saw light.

It was hard to describe; it was as if a flashbang had been stuffed into his eyes.

The dazzling blue light occupied every part of his field of vision, stinging his retinas and burning the cone cells at the bottom of his eyes.

It was too fast to react.

At another time, in another place, he would have at least cursed "high-beam dog".

I just changed my eyes today... The Administrator's eyes hurt a little; he turned his face away belatedly and raised his hand to cover his eyes.

After the discomfort subsided, he looked back at "SCP-001-Sage", which was still shining brightly.

Its skin color was blue like an Avatar, smooth and hairless, without spots like a poisonous mushroom.

And the light intensity would rise with the depth of thought or the intensity of emotion.

Sure enough, the Administrator heard a hoarse voice:

"You... you..."

"'Balance'?!"

Full of shock.

If it is the "anomaly" of "Lone Star", then undoubtedly, the person in front of him is the "anomaly" of the universe, a unique individual in the universe.

"You are truly knowledgeable," the Administrator smiled, walking toward the garden room while taking off his monocle and putting on sunglasses, "Do you mind if I sit down?"

"Please... no problem."

"SCP-001-Sage" was suddenly a bit constrained; it watched the Administrator walk to the small wooden table and sit down, and it followed and sat opposite.

"I understand... Yes, I understand."

"Thank you very much." After sitting down, the Administrator could finally examine the orphan of this civilization carefully.

It looks a bit like Thanos, but overall it looks several sizes smaller, the head is obviously round, the nose is flat, and there are no lips.

It looks quite like a person... After silently evaluating it, the Administrator continued:

"I am the Administrator; do you have a name?"

Responding to him was another burst of intense light.

The Administrator began to be glad that he had put on sunglasses in advance.

"My name is a series of light and movements that your body structure cannot perform."

"SCP-001-Sage" said humbly and sincerely: "Here, I am called 'SCP-001-Sage'."

"That should be the pronunciation, right?"

"If you like it, that's fine." The Administrator pursed his lips.

The light on "SCP-001-Sage" converged a lot: "It's just a code name, it doesn't matter."

The room fell into silence for a while; the Administrator looked at the surrounding environment, planning for the next residence to be like this... Of course, if there was an old-fashioned tavern, it would be even better.

With a rough plan in mind, the Administrator quickly refocused on the matter at hand, and he asked:

"Do you have a way?"

"A way?" "SCP-001-Sage" was stunned for a moment, and a layer of blue halo covered its body again.

"A way to stop the 'Black Moon'." The Administrator explained.

"You already know one." "SCP-001-Sage" replied.

The Administrator seemed not to have expected it to answer like this, his thoughts paused for a moment, but it was only for a moment; in the next instant, he understood what this was all about.

"You read my mind?"

"Yes," "SCP-001-Sage" nodded, "Your mind is shouting at me. Even if I wanted to, it would be difficult to ignore it."

The survivor of the civilization said, frowning—if that could be called eyebrows.

It pondered for a moment, constantly opening its mouth, making low syllables, as if calibrating the pronunciation:

"'S'... 'C'... 'B'... Is that how you read it? What is this?"

"It is victory."

The Administrator smiled and answered calmly: "But before the final victory arrives, there will be a long, long time to wait."

"I don't know how much longer I can hold on... That day is really too far away, and I'm very tired now."

Speaking of this, the Administrator rested his elbows on the tabletop, supporting his chin with one hand:

"However, there have been people who loved me here; I have a reason to persist... What about you? In your world, there should have been someone who loved you, right?"

In human society, such an inquiry might be a bit offensive.

But when facing an alien friend, the ethical and moral values belonging to humans can be temporarily cast aside.

"Yes," "SCP-001-Sage" nodded.

Hearing the answer of "SCP-001-Sage", the Administrator shook his head, as if confiding, as if talking to himself:

"But we left them all behind, and finally walked to today, came here..."

More exhaustion surged from the bottom of his heart, forming a trickle from the ancient era of his birth, carrying the fate and loved ones he had experienced, mixed with pain and joy, and that "goodbye" that could never be realized again.

That trickle flowed through the journey with friends, penetrated the years spent together, mixed into the laughter and bitterness of the past, and poured into the thousands of years he walked alone.

To this day, the only reason he lives is the goal set at the beginning of his life.

"... Finally reached this point."

The long journey of tens of thousands of years turned into a long sigh.

And such a sigh will probably accompany him until the final victory.

Pausing for a moment, he looked up at the opposite side of the table.

"Yes." "SCP-001-Sage" echoed.

The Administrator's voice was a bit hoarse: "I don't know how much more I can leave behind."

"SCP-001-Sage": "Then pass the 'Balance' to someone else."

"How do you know about the 'Balance'?" The Administrator asked.

"Once, on my planet, there was also a person like you."

"SCP-001-Sage" looked up:

"Undoubtedly, he was a powerful hero... But, just like you, he also felt tired, increasingly exhausted, and difficult to persist."

"He set sail into the universe, headed to other planets, looking for a suitable successor, and passed this power on."

"As I think, he probably wasn't the first person to possess the 'Balance'; someone passed this power to him."

"And after he found a suitable successor, his successor passed this heavy burden on."

"Just like that, a chain stretches across the universe, starting from a distant planet and linking to you."

"An old man passed it to me." The Administrator nodded, not hiding it.

"Then he didn't do what he should have done." "SCP-001-Sage" shrugged, and its gaze toward the Administrator became serious, "How would you choose?"

Continue walking?

Or give up here and entrust the hope and burden to the next savior?

The Administrator remained silent, and it was a long time before he spoke: "I know how to win."

"I can tell someone all this, and then pass the 'Balance' on."

"You certainly can," "SCP-001-Sage" looked at the Administrator calmly, its skin glowing with a soft blue light, "You can also pass it to me."

"But I cannot entrust it to anyone else." The Administrator shook his head gently.

As he spoke, he sighed, but immediately after, he laughed, without any scruples, doing whatever he wanted.

He didn't know why he was laughing, he just suddenly wanted to laugh.

The Administrator laughed, leaned back in his chair, reached out toward the "sky", and slowly grasped in the air, not knowing if he had grasped an inch of time or glimpsed a thread of fate.

After laughing, he lowered his head and continued to look at "SCP-001-Sage":

"I am a notorious micromanager."

"Besides, the 'Balance' is not as legendary as it is; it is not truly immortal, nor is it truly undying." ===== CHAPTER 955 =====