I’m In Charge of SCP

The two freshly elevated gods were fighting one another outside in a never-before-seen conflict. Zhang Jue then stepped into his own Pocket Dimension.

Zhang Jue could heal from any significant damage in a very short amount of time with the help of SCP-682's refinement and Shirley's self-healing capacity in his body, as long as he wasn't killed by a single hit, according to a quick examination of his body.

He intended to change into new clothes after assuring everyone that there was no issue. His garments had been burned, and only half of his pants were remained after the struggle with Saarn, albeit he had not sustained any severe wounds that were difficult to heal.

After experiencing the Möbius Cave, his pocket dimension has been filled with things, clothing, food, housing and transportation, everything, even if the New Year here is no problem. He found a towel, wiped his body, just about to take off his pants, but suddenly felt that something was wrong.

He looked back, only to see several people in robes looking at him. "Holy shit! What the hell!"

Zhang Jue removed his pants and was astonished. He responded by saying that these were the magicians he had just saved.

"Can't you folks not be invisible, please?"

He turned around quickly and zipped up. But when he turned around again, these people were still giving him a very peculiar look. One point of amazement, two points of adoration, three points of thanks, and four points of curiosity could all be seen in those eyes.

But they didn't say a word, causing Zhang Jue to panic a bit. "Crap, what are you guys doing? Look again I'm going to attack you."

It wasn't until then that an old voice came through. "Advisor Zhang, you really impress us all."

Those young magicians made a flash. The head of the magic school and the only living magic tutor, Alfred, approached Zhang Jue with the assistance of two magicians.

"Old man, It doesn't sound like you are complimenting me," Zhang Jue said.

The elderly man's life ended shortly after casting the forbidden spell, and even if Zhang Jue had saved him, it's doubtful that he would have had much time left to live. Alfred softly shook his head.

"With the strength that Advisor Zhang has shown, he no longer needs anyone's praise."

Despite the fact that they were in Zhang Jue's pocket dimension and were unable to view the outside world, they could assess it through Zhang Jue's speech. They knew Saarn better than anyone else and Zhang Jue showed no fear of him from the start to the finish.

Zhang Jue had often escaped Saarn's attacks, which meant Alfred could better understand how challenging it was to be in this state of mind. Even Alfred couldn't have survived that long with an evil god on the other side.

They were surprised by how powerful this young Foundation advisor was when they first met Zhang Jue. There was also another cause behind it. As he raised his head to gaze around the area they were in, Alfred moaned.

"Even the most powerful spatial magic cannot produce such a big pocket dimension, and it is truly amazing that others can be permitted to join. Advisor Zhang's strength has now reached the pinnacle of humanity, no one under the gods is your opponent any longer."

He felt extremely comfortable in this flattery. Zhang Jue laughed and said, "Old man, let me be straight with you first, even if you praise me so much, I won't fall for it. What do you want me to do?"

Alfred shook his head and said, "Although I am not purposefully complementing Advisor Zhang, I do have a favor to ask."

He scanned the room for his followers and apprentices. "They are all pillars of talent, but they have used up their magic power in the current battle, so they don't have much fighting power for now. Could you, Advisor Zhang, send them to a safe place at your convenience? The old man thanks you in advance, I'm old and I don't have enough to die for." the old man said.

The old man said so and bowed deeply to Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue actually wouldn't have left these magicians alone or taken a risk with his life to save them if Alfred hadn't said so. They were battling for mankind after all.

Even though Zhang Jue wasn't a wonderful person, he once said to Kareena that he couldn't bear to see good people suffer. Zhang Jue carefully clenched his chin and presented a tense situation.

"It's not impossible to save them, but I have one condition."

Alfred nodded, "Advisor Zhang, just say what are the conditions."

"I need to perform memory erasure on them after we leave so that they will forget everything that happened this evening. You guys just hide here, you must have seen a lot of things and heard how I fought with Saarn. I don't want to expose this information to anyone, whether it's the GOC or the Foundation."

Alfred agreed, This is nothing in terms of life. "We will work together no matter how Advisor Zhang wants to run things, including me. In addition, I have some useless items at home that I will gift to Advisor Zhang as a memento when the time comes."

The elderly man was quite methodical in his acts and had lived for a few hundred years. He will not permit Zhang Jue to put his life in danger for nothing after making a commitment to save the people. The forbidden magic the elderly man had cast not long ago had done much harm to his body, so he carefully closed his eyes.

He opened his eyes again a short while later and asked, "Advisor Zhang, how is the situation outside?"

Being in a different dimension allowed Zhang Jue to see what was going on around him. He felt it just a little, and his mouth stumbled.

"The sky and the earth are falling apart."

...

Human intervention in the conflict between Saarn and Bumaro was no longer possible. Saarn improved his ability to control his divine power after playing several games with Zhang Jue, and even if the Foundation detonated ten more nuclear weapons, he wouldn't be as miserable as he had been in the beginning.

Zhang Jue and the rest had no choice but to wait patiently to see how the combat turned out. Arcadia City suddenly lost its previous form and was replaced with a tall mountain peak, as if it had been transported directly from another location and crashed here. Numerous magmas are streaming out of the mountain summit and could erupt at any moment.

Only ten minutes had passed between the two gods' combat and its conclusion, yet the original landscape had been radically altered. Robert Bumaro was holding a long-handled hammer into the sky, and the equipment behind him had grown to an immeasurable size.

Saarn, who was standing on the other side of him, had expanded to have three heads and six arms, and his entire body emanated the aura of blood and corrupted flesh. They understood in their hearts that if neither side used all of their resources, they could not kill one another.

However, if they used all of their force, they ran the risk of being murdered in return. Saarn was not going to do it because he was so ambitious.

"Bumaro, give up." He said, "If we go on like this, there will be no result. If we both let go of our hands to fight, the earth will be destroyed by us!"

Robert Bumaro remained quiet. He was here to assassinate Saarn. If he wasn't able to accomplish that, Mekhane would seal him, just as he had done with Yaldabaoth. He gathered his hands and started to cast that final magic rather than responding to Saarn's statements. Behind him, a huge gear was turning quickly.

Saarn yelled, "Bumaro!" as he foresaw impending disaster.

The massive gear behind Robert Bumaro and the long-handled hammer in his palm smashed simultaneously, and his body also became in parts in an instant, showing the delicate mechanical structure inside, but what he got in answer was a loud yell from Bumaro.

When Robert Bumaro joined the Church of The Broken God, his body had already undergone significant change; following he ascension to the position of God, this change was intensified.

After being broken, Robert Bumaro's body was joined in the air, creating a massive net that engulfed Saarn. He realized that Mekhane had used this similar approach to seal Yaldabaoth, the silver net.

Yaldabaoth has endured several eras, but its influence is still felt now. Bumaro likewise desired to deal with Saarn in the same way. However, whether he is successful or not, he will fracture after employing this move, becoming like Mekhane, never to be reconstructed again.

One could argue that this is a move designed to kill a thousand foes while also killing itself. Bumaro, though, already knew he would die if he faced Saarn. Even though the gods have already ascended, Saarn cannot escape this massive net.

He showed a hideous and frenzied smile. "Bumaro, you want to trap me with this thing? I tell you, it's impossible! Today, I'll fight with you to the death!"