I’m In Charge of SCP

Rolling and dodging a barrage of assaults, Zhang Jue hid behind a collapsed structure. He had been talking a lot about teaching Yarn a lesson just moments earlier. But within minutes, he was already covered in bruises.

Despite being a recently elevated god, his power was no longer comparable to that of humans. With Zhang Jue's current might, it was already extremely uncommon to avoid being instantly murdered, let alone educate the opposing party. This demonstrates to everyone that playing the hard to get has a cost.

The hour hand on Zhang Jue's watch was about to point to position 6, and in a few seconds, dawn would break over the horizon. Zhang Jue wondered if he would be able to endure until then.

Saarn gave a slender smile as she peered at Zhang Jue's cover. A not-so-small meteorite dropped from the sky with a casual point of his right index finger, drawing a long tail flame and crashing on top of that structure.

Boom!

The entire building was soon reduced to scorched ground after a powerful explosion. The power of heaven and earth are contained in the movement of his hand as a deity. A figure emerged from the ruins in the middle of them.

None other than Zhang Jue was there. His hindquarters and chest were covered in unidentified tattoos, and he was naked. He had therefore triggered his second state, according to this. Normal kills couldn't even penetrate Zhang Jue's defense because of his self-healing prowess and extremely twisted physical characteristics.

Saarn was a god, though. A god could murder someone with little effort. Zhang Jue has the tenacity of a little strongman, and more crucially, Yarn didn't really want to kill him, which has allowed him to survive up till this point.

Saarn delayed killing him right away because he wanted to test his might. Saarn could sense a qualitative shift in his body as a freshly exalted god. He had eliminated every enemy both inside and outside of Arcadia City, thus there was no target at all.

Zhang Jue, who is tenacious, thus served as his ideal test subject. Saarn's mindset at this moment was similar to that of the majority of people. Wouldn't it be a waste not to utilize a sword if you just happened to have one?

Zhang Jue had a quick mind, powerful hands, a powerful body, and some degree of self-healing capacity. It was just too ideal as a target for gauging skill. Saarn had been reluctant to murder Zhang Jue for this reason.

He had a sad end as a result of this. Zhang Jue emerged from the ruins, grimacing in agony, having been miserable yet never breaking a bone.

"I say Saarn, you're lucky that you're a god. Come down and fight me single-handedly if you can."

Saarn had a general sense of Zhang Jue's ability as he observed with chilly eyes. The reason Zhang Jue claimed that was because he was unable to fly. Saarn didn't fall for it because he was aware that he was attempting to antagonize him.

After watching Zhang Jue jump while hovering in the upper air, he snapped his fingers. Only a blackness could be sensed by Zhang Jue before his eyes, and an enormous piece of iron suddenly materialized above his head.

From God's vantage point, the iron block appears to be a regular rectangle with dimensions of more than 100 meters in length, width, and height.

According to the density of iron, a conservative estimate, there are several million tons of weight. In the next second, the iron block fell without warning, smashing right on top of Zhang Jue's head.

"Holy shi-" He only had time to curse an expletive before his body disappeared under the iron block.

Boom!

The entire earth sank in deeply as a result of being unable to support the enormous weight, giving the iron block the impression that it was firmly planted there. The velocity of the iron block's drop continued for more than 10 meters before it finally came to an end.

This metal block shouldn't be iron, according to the results, because it is significantly heavier than the same volume of iron. Saarn's strength was at an all-time low after being elevated to godhood. The GOC and Foundation personnel had the same experience as if they had been watching the entire live broadcast of their duel.

Additionally, it provided them with a preliminary assessment of a god's combat prowess, revealing that despite the skill's banal appearance, it possesses intimidating strength. I worry about what will happen to the entire planet if Saarn becomes serious.

In order to develop a third set of plans as soon as possible, General Kashar and Angelo were already in touch with their respective departments. In a sense, they had gained valuable time thanks to Zhang Jue's conflict with Saarn.

Those employees held their breath while staring intently at the large screen. They weren't sure if Zhang Jue would make it through this particular ordeal.

The "iron block" toppled, and the only sound left on the battlefield between Saarn and Zhang Jue was the occasional distant explosion.

Bam!

The lid of a sewer shaft was forced open a few dozen meters from the edge of the iron block. Exhausted, Zhang Jue got out of it and collapsed onto his back. Fighting a deity, or receiving a one-sided thrashing, was quite an experience.

You could pass away at any time with only one error. When Zhang Jue checked his watch once more, he discovered that only 30 minutes had passed since his previous glance. However, the sun would rise soon and the sky was already completely white.

Zhang Jue had no idea that the twilight hours could last for so long. Who said that a minute's duration primarily relies on whether you are inside or outside of the restroom? Zhang Jue was currently outside the bathroom and was in danger of suffocating to death from pee.

He was well aware that Saarn might, at any point, kill him with a single action if he had had enough amusement. He did not flee, nor did he go into hiding and remain there; instead, he repeatedly showed up in front of Yarn while waiting for him to launch another attack.

In fact, there is a significant improvement in his ability to deflect Saarn's strike and use his own strength. After all, one does not always have the chance to battle God.

Saarn peered down at him from above the sky.

"Human, you seem to care a lot about time."

Let's just say that a god is a god. He didn't hold back, even though he was playing a game of cat and mouse. Zhang Jue was seen moving at all times in his eyes. Saarn could see Zhang Jue's eyes from where she was laying on the ground.

His face was covered in dust and blood stains, but he smiled, "Yeah, because I'm calculating your death."

Saarn regarded Zhang Jue with interest as he said this. Zhang Jue's body was near-indestructible and the apex of human perfection. He would have a good chance of winning even if he were to go up against a magic teacher directly.

However, you are still a long way from being able to kill a deity. Zhang Jue would be unable to attack with his hands free even if Saarn remained motionless.

There was like a chasm between a man and a god that was impossible to cross. Being intelligent, Saarn could see that Zhang Jue had earlier created a lengthy list of poetic numbers and afterwards circled himself, but he was merely buying time.

But doing so served no use. He had the power to take Zhang Jue's life whenever he wished. Therefore, Saarn was baffled as to why Zhang Jue did this. Did he believe that the SCP Foundation and the GOC would be able to save him so quickly?

Although Zhang Jue didn't look like the type of person to take any action, he undoubtedly had his justifications. It was the first time Yarn had ever felt threatened, and unexpectedly, a mortal had experienced it.

He was quite angry about this. His goal was to murder Zhang Jue. His face eventually took on an angry expression. He held his palm in the void while extending his hand toward Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue sensed a firm hold being applied to his body and was completely immobile.

Unsurprisingly, he would be killed in the following instant. The GOC and Foundation staff's hearts were nearly in their throats as they stood in front of the distant huge screen at this very moment. Despite spending so much time around Saarn, this Advisor Zhang was ultimately unable to prevent dying.

Was Saarn really beyond all hope of being stopped?

There was a breeze. Saarn had been in God's presence for more than six hours. Arcadia City was still covered in fog, but the sun had risen and the first rays of light had begun to penetrate the atmosphere.

Saarn's expression was progressively growing graver as Zhang Jue observed him, and he once more laughed out. "Saarn, I'm waiting for outside help, what are you waiting for?"

His words had just fallen. An ethereal voice came from the sky.

"Saarn, I declare war on you in the name of the Broken God!"