I heard that I’m super fierce - Chapter 147
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Devil Group Thread 3: Did I fawn in their cuteness today? No, the thought of fawning in their cuteness is over.
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Checking in, I almost forgot to have a live broadcast today without seeing the main thread, I’m happy it’s on the same day
Do you want to bet if a Cthulhu will appear?
I wouldn’t dare to bet, wouldn’t dare. I want to die
Damn it, I have always felt that gambling has no future, but I still went into the pit without hesitation…!
I really understand the sisters who say “I don’t care, I don’t care my ship is real.” I want to yell like that too!!
Gambling has no future! There is no hope for Meng Zhenren and Paper Man!
Ah, ah, I don’t care about the two of them, but I know they are excited to rub their hands, was it the last time the Foundation sent Omega-7?!
Thanks for the dictation provided by passers-by. Even if there is no picture, I can make up for it!!! I’m so crazy!!!!
??? I opened a new thread without going to the forum for a day?? So what new thing are you talking about??
Wasn’t the first S-level copy a containment breach of the SCP Foundation?
The Midway Foundation had sent a mobile task force to solve the problem. It was the “Pandora’s Box” of Omega-7. If you don’t know, you can check the style of their captain Able.
In short, the big boss was squatting nearby at the time. It is said that the passerby who broke this information was also in the team. As a result, Able spotted them when he stepped out of the helicopter, and when he was about to do it, Nyar stood in front of the boss.
Ah, ah, ah, I checked the tag yesterday and I saw that the pictures were drawn quickly by hand
Let me see!!
I already asked this so much—let me be satisfied!!!!
I asked about the authorization yesterday, and the lady said that as long as it is not commercialized I can repost it as long as it develops more cult shipping fans, hehe.
And this letter, AV number xxxxxxx
A god!!! Those who provide for us are gods!!!!
This and the previous poster who screenshotted the couple in the video are both angels, don’t tell me, I don’t know which one to go to
I have been brainwashed since last night
Why are you still immersed in the old news? The live broadcast is on, go and watch it—
I’m coming, I’m coming! I’m! Coming!
Fuck is it the SCP Foundation again?!
The Foundation: We are all about to be robbed of you, can’t we be each other’s angels quietly?
What the hell hahahahahahahahaha
Oh, hey this battles
How strictly guarded is this…
Thinking of the mood of the foundation right now I just hahahahahahahahahahahahaha
The Foundation: Hasn’t this devil gone, why is it here again?!
Hey big man, this hand is diverting your attention!!
The agent’s expression is silly hahahahahahahaha
My dear, the suggestion here is to compromise early and be reincarnated early
Is it him?! [Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]
SCP-682: Cue me again
682: I’m cued every day
WTF he was really released?!
Fuck, fuck, do you guys have time to take a screenshot
The evil god passed by in a flash
I am I! The one in the comments that said they screenshotted is me!
682’s punching bag, hahahahahahahahaha
I can’t help but think of the picture of 682 in a maid costume ahahahahahaha
Are you a devil in a maid costume??
I seem to foresee a big wave of shippers waiting for the recording and broadcasting…
We are not thinking about fawning in their cuteness anymore! (my voice is shaking)
But today, it’s really cute!! (Let me live in a dream forever)
Speaking of which, I am really curious about the combat power of 682.
When it first entered the pit, I felt very good, but later I saw a lot of stronger ones… But it’s true that it caused the Foundation to have a headache. Why?
I don’t know, most SCP don’t need a reason, it’s that everyday things suddenly change
I heard someone say—I mean it is said—it’s not official, just a rumor.
It is that SCP-682 is actually a projection of an existence in another dimension (possibly higher or the same dimension) in that world of the Foundation.
This can explain why he claims to be a “god” and can really wipe out the SCP-343 that exists in a research institute silently, but he can’t see SCP-682 at all, and it is also said that it is not his own creation.
Then because it is a projection, there will be a certain limit in power, but it is impossible to kill it.
That said, isn’t there a record of Able’s execution of 682 before?
That document can be used to prove this statement on the side, but it was later archived and it is not officially recognized.
Strange, isn’t this a special thread for shipping?!
I… came up with a bold idea, if the evil god does the same…
Are you trying to say that it’s like what 682 is to the world of the Foundation?
WTF, it’s a bit cool
Although I just thought about it oh oh oh I know it can’t be true
I just have a waking dream, is it possible to lose him so much
Stop talking, looked up at the name of the post, and cried out
As the saying goes, the wisdom of the people is endless.
Most of them would probably never think in their entire lives that they have really broken a part of the truth in their unintentional random divergence.
In the depths of the universe, the sleeping evil god slowly opened his eyes.
His name was Nyarlathotep, one of the three-pillar original gods.
In ancient times, the universe was ruled by the old rulers, but the rise of the ancient gods changed everything.
The outer gods to which the rulers belonged in the old days were no match for the ancient gods. Relatively speaking, the latter, who was more gentle to humans, once ruled the earth and imprisoned these old branches in every corner of the universe.
Only Nyarlathotep was an exception.
He was the only one who was not weakened and could move freely, and because of this, he began to wander around as the messenger of the gods.
He recruited believers for his “brothers and sisters”, allowing them to open their way to the earth when the stars were in the right position.
Since then, even he himself couldn’t remember how long it had been.
It may have been thousands of years, or it may have been longer. He was willing to deceive human beings, bewitching them to perish and kill each other, but if things went on like this, anyone would feel bored.
At this time, he finally discovered something interesting.
There was such a world, and their legends were also circulating, but they were made into the game.
So, he cleverly mixed in.
It was like a needle sticking into the water. He was not Yog-Sothoth, who controls all time and space and is connected to them—of course, the latter is also unable to escape because of the imprisonment of the ancient gods—it is impossible to travel to the other side of the world freely, just like there was a thick layer of thick fog.
The power was naturally limited, but this did not affect Nyar’s small hands and feet, and it was a simple matter to enhance his authority.
He didn’t go too far. On the one hand, there were certain limitations. On the other hand, dancing with shackles was also a pleasure. It was too crushing and it didn’t make much sense. He used this to pass the time, but unexpectedly met a guy who was quite interesting to him.
Nyar didn’t care about the difference between reality and games—it didn’t make much difference in his eyes. What he valued was just the behavior of the other party. From the initial mentality of watching the drama to later, he also showed some appreciation, and he thought that he would stop there.
But it was still the same sentence, the humans he fancied, but anyone who dared to make a decision on him would not get a good end.
Even if there were reasons for restriction, he still closed his hand. Nyar thought that his mind had become much broader in recent years, and he only taught the group of guys a lesson. It can almost be called—
How do you describe it in human terms, “tolerant”?
He closed his eyes, and his consciousness sank into the thick fog again.
He could already faintly feel that the power he can pass through has increased.
The day he can participate more will always come.
After a long delay for various reasons, Jian Mingjia finally accepted Lin You’s mother’s dinner invitation today. The latter was really instigated by her daughter’s indulgence in playing games every day. On the way, she found satisfactory a way out after graduation.
“Eh, I’m serious.”
After the meal, she didn’t rush away either.
Sneaking back to the small room, Jian Mingjia sat on the sofa and mentioned the last straw that had previously been disqualified. “If this happens, no one would dare to strike up a conversation.”
“Very good,” Lin You shrugged, “Saves the trouble.”
She also suspected that they had delayed the progress of her instance.
“However, I never thought if there was such a day, what would you look for?”
Jian Mingjia asked curiously.
Although she also knew that the other party was not the one who would be limited by this matter—
Lin You: “No.”
“Think about it,” Jian Mingjia nuzzled her elbow and stabbed her with a hairpin, “I didn’t say what I was looking for, I was just thinking about it.”
Lin You really thought about it.
If you have to say something, there was one.
It was not difficult to say, it was simple—but it was not easy.
“It’s a good fit,” she said lightly.[Read this novel and other amazing translated novels from the original source at the “Novel Multiverse dot com” website @ novelmultiverse.com]