I’m In Charge of SCP

The Church of the Broken God is headed by Robert Bumaro, whereas the Sarkic Cult was founded by Saarn. Like Yaldabaoth, the god of flesh and blood, and Mekhane, the Broken God.

Robert Bumaro and Saarn were destined to battle one another from birth. The history of the conflict between the Church of the Broken God and the Sarkic Cult over the years can also be understood as the history of the conflict between the two groups.

Saarn's ambition, nonetheless, did not end there. He established the Sarkic Cult, yet despite this, he did not worship the God of Flesh and Blood, and in certain ways, he even treated Yaldabaoth as his own slave.

Saarn eventually took over as the new deity of flesh and blood, and Robert Bumaro set out to stop him. Robert Bumaro has always been Saarn's adversary, although the original conflict was between two men, and now both have been elevated to the status of gods.

Robert Bumaro's appearance has changed somewhat since becoming God; a huge gear is now slowly rotating behind his head, and he is holding a hammer with front tongs and a back tip in his hand.

When Robert Bumaro suddenly appeared, at the combined command post of the GOC and SCP Foundation, Angelo glared menacingly and shouted, "Can someone explain what's happening? why did he come here?"

But nobody at the time was able to respond to his query. "Lord Angelo, our workers had previously reported a vision on the City of Gears, therefore it must be related to this." an employee whispered to him after a little period of silence.

Angelo made fists out of his hands. He already felt anxious of Yarn's existence, and now there was another.

"Zhang Jue..." Angelo gasped, veins rippling on his forehead, "It must be his doing!"

"Angelo, calm down for a moment."

"Robert Bumaro appeared there, it is not necessarily a bad thing," the GOC commander General Kashar patted his shoulder. "He and Saarn are enemies, they are fighting, and they will undoubtedly fight to the death before we can launch an attack. How do you say in the East? this is called sitting on the fishermen's profit."

Angelo muttered, but he knew in his heart that he could only speak now. It was too late for the Foundation to step in even if they had wanted to. He resolved to confront Zhang Jue properly once this situation was resolved as he narrowed his eyes and stared at him on the screen.

...

Arcadia City. Saarn's expression was serene as he gazed at Robert Bumaro, who had fallen from the sky. He didn't look at Robert Bumaro; he looked at Zhang Jue.

"Human, are you sure you're not just holding off on me for so long so you can wait for him to arrive, yes or no?"

Saarn kept Zhang Jue in a void, preventing him from moving at all, but it had no effect on his mouth.

"What if the answer is yes? Who cares if it isn't? Saarn, I'm not suggesting that even if you were a god, your strength would be exactly like that—not even a tenth of mine—and that you couldn't possibly compare to me in terms of appearance."

Saarn believed that he had total control over Zhang Jue's life, but even at this point, the other party continued to tease him and attempt to divert his attention since he knew how fragile and frightening his mind was.

"I am unable to keep you." Saarn said, making a small hard palm.

Even if the object he was holding in his palm was a diamond at this point, it was most likely going to be reduced to powder. Zhang Jue scowled and shouted out, appearing to be in a lot of pain.

A small shift appeared on Robert Bumaro's face as he prepared to cast a charm to protect him. But at the next instant, Zhang Jue started laughing out loud.

"I'm just kidding, how can such a trivial skill kill me? You silly, hahaha."

When Zhang Jue vanished in an instant, leaving just that haughty laughter resonating in the night sky, Saarn grimaced and was going to push even harder.

"...."

Zhang Jue had successfully duped everyone with this maneuver. The relief on Robert Bumaro's face was palpable. Saarn turned to face the way he had vanished, growing increasingly enraged. Zhang Jue could supposedly only transport objects into the other dimension, contrary to what he had previously believed.

It was discovered that all of the prior injuries were fabrications on his part. He could leave the battlefield whenever he wanted for as long as he wanted. Saarn scoffed, realizing that he had been duped by such a straightforward ruse.

This only strengthened his resolve to assassinate Zhang Jue. But he didn't have the free time at the moment. Because Robert Bumaro, who had also attained Godhood, was an even more formidable foe for him to contend with.

"Bumaro, long time no see." Saarn said.

Robert Bumaro nodded, "Yeah, it's been about two hundred years."

To the amazement of most, these two rivals who had been at odds for more than a thousand years did not engage in combat when they first met but instead spoke about family issues.

"Up until this point, the spells you and I cast were merely the playthings of dimwitted kids; today, however, we have truly attained the level we ought to. No actual animosity exists between the two of us,"

Robert Bumaro looked at him calmly, "What are you trying to say?"

After a little period of silence, Saarn continued, "Just wondering whether there's even a remote chance that the Church of the Broken God and the Sarkic Cult will put their differences aside and come together instead of continuing our pointless conflict. You should be aware that if we fight continuously, there would be no gain for either of our sects, however if the two of us band together, the Earth will be in our hands because you too possess the power of the gods."

Saarn's tone was very genuine, and it was obvious what he meant. They ought to approach the issue differently now that they had both attained the status of gods. Even the Foundation and GOC would likely need to take a break if two gods united.

Saarn glanced expectantly at Robert Bumaro once he finished speaking. Bumaro, though, spoke carelessly.

"Saarn, you have betrayed your faith. But I have not."

"..."

Saarn wasn't expressly rejected by Bumaro. However, the language in question eliminated all alternatives. Although Saarn established the Sarkic Cult, he disregarded Yaldabaoth and even treated him like a host or slave, which repulsed Bumaro.

As they say, people from different paths do not mix, and no matter where he was, he could never be with Saarn. Yahn finally confirmed it up until that point.

"Since this is the case, then there is only one way how this ends."

No one could see Saarn's face as he bowed his head. His face was already fervent when he raised his head once again, looking like two individuals had already been there. His lips were licked.

"Don't blame me for passing up on you, Bumaro. I shall dominate the world with you as my first victim!"

The moment Saarn's words landed, Arcadia City as a whole trembled. Numerous tentacles protruded from the earth and hung precariously in the sky. It appeared to be the end of time. The gods and goddesses were about to engage in combat.