I’m In Charge of SCP

"My lady, can you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" Zhang Jue had an excited face.

When he finished, the beautiful woman faintly stared, "What?" Completely unable to understand the meaning of this statement.

"My lady, I'm the one who's asking. Do you know how to make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?" Zhang Jue asked again.

"..."

You had to admit that no matter what kind of person he was dealing with, Zhang Jue always had the ability to keep the other person up to their tricks. With just one sentence, the initially charming atmosphere vanished into thin air.

The beautiful woman couldn't answer Zhang Jue's odd question and could only gently stroke the line of her leg, "Handsome, are you really not going to come over?"

Zhang Jue's spirit was lax, and he pinched his brow, slightly annoyed, "My lady, can't you understand human language? I asked if you could make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"

The woman hooked her finger again, "Handsome, come here. I will serve you well-"

"God." Zhang Jue sighed, "A beautiful woman, but she's deaf. What a shame."

The woman was still undeterred, frowning, reaching her hand towards Zhang Jue and calling him out, "Handsome…." That long voice could make people's bones crisp.

But Zhang Jue made a move that no one could have expected.

*ptui!*

A mouthful of thick spit was spat at the woman's bed. The woman was completely frozen, thinking that no one had ever done such a thing to her before.

Zhang Jue covered his forehead with a look of disgust, "Can't even make scrambled eggs with tomatoes and still presumes to take advantage of me. What a heartless person. What's wrong with people nowadays? The world was really in a bad state. Come on now."

Zhang Jue thought about it for a long time, and when he came back to his senses, the bed and the beautiful woman in front of him had disappeared—replaced by an old man with a white beard and white hair with a large pile of gold and silver treasures.

"Young man, congratulations on passing the test. There are many exotic treasures here. Pick one."

The old man was kind-eyed, fairy-like, and spoke in an ethereal voice. He looked like he had good health.

Zhang Jue swept his eyes. The gold and silver treasures piled on the ground are taller than him. Gold and silver don't need to be described. Night pearl and sapphire are also stacked on the pile. There are many things that can't be named, and it was clear that they are not just a worthless things. As long as Zhang Jue takes it, he doesn't need to worry about the rest of his life anymore.

"Young man, you are very good." The old man laughed, "Pick any of the things here and consider it your reward for passing the test."

Zhang Jue's eyes were misty, seemingly relying entirely on his instincts as he spoke, "Reward?"

The old man smiled and nodded, "Yes, a reward."

"Is there a medal?"

"..." The old man frowned, "The best treasures in the whole world are here. Is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

"A reward without a medal is incomplete. It felt it's not sincere."

The old man's originally kind face instantly became gloomy, "Young man, don't be insatiable. Just take a treasure here and leave!"

At the end of the sentence, he had already sounded stern, obviously moved with anger. As his voice raised, the entire cave shook violently, and whoever was here would have to succumb to his intimidation.

But Zhang Jue didn't. He had never known what fear was.

"Old man, don't think you're great just because you have a long beard. If I didn't follow the traditional virtue of respecting the old and loving the young, I would have beaten you up long ago."

"..." The old man gasped, "Are you going to take it or not?"

Zhang Jue turned his head around, "No medal and I'm not gonna take it!"

The old man grunted and then disappeared with the treasure.

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The scene changed, and Zhang Jue was suddenly sitting on a chair with a computer in front of him. He clicked on the forum and entered his account password like a ghost.

Ding!

He received a message from the site.

"You think you're pretty smart? That's ridiculous. My neighbor's stupid son is better than you."

Ding!

Another one.

"Please don't mess the SCP world. Do you know the rules of that world?"

Then, countless messages swarmed toward him.

"Don't always sing those childish and brainless songs. It's annoying to listen to."

"You think those segments you said are funny?"

"Hurry up and get out. You don't deserve to stay here at all."

"Your level of pretentiousness is really annoying."

The slander and bully surrounded Zhang Jue like a sea wave. He kept his head down, unable to see his expression and unable to feel any joy or anger.

"Huh."

Suddenly, he let out a laugh.

"Hahahahaha"

He lifted his head and let out a loud laugh. He laughed so madly that even tears came out of his eyes. Immediately after that, he jumped up and kicked the whole monitor. When he landed on the ground, he forgot to strike a pose.

"I'm just going to stay here."

"I love to sing those childish and brainless songs."

"I just want to break the rules of the SCP world."

"I just want to be embarrassingly pretentious."

"What? You're gonna bite me through the internet?"

"Tch." Zhang Jue spat.

"Trash that only knows how to hurt people with their keyboard."

After Zhang Jue said that, the entire space fragmented, and the dark corridor became that dark corridor again in front of him. He returned to the real world, and his head, which had been in a state of chaos just a moment ago, returned to normal.

It only took a fraction of a second for Zhang Jue to realize what had just happened. He must have been dragged into a hallucination world by something. If one of them possessed his thought, it would probably be the end for Zhang Jue.

This incident had put him on very high alert.

He was immune to Shirley's congnitohazardous effects, and here he was, unknowingly caught in an illusion.

What exactly was the enemy's goal?

Zhang Jue put away his playful thoughts and continued. This time, he didn't have to go far before he saw a door. Not a bronze door, but a huge wooden door. In front of the wooden door, a squad of heavily armed soldiers stood in a line, looking straight at him.

Zhang Jue cautiously walked up to them and found that all of them had dull eyes and seemed to have lost consciousness. It should be the people from the Serpent's Hand, and they must have fallen into the hallucinations.

Zhang Jue tried to wake them up but failed; their five senses had been closed, and they were completely unable to respond to outside stimuli. It was like those people in his original world.

Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes. Just at that moment, the huge wooden door suddenly opened. A middle-aged male's voice came out from inside.

"Hey there, a friend from the outside world. Since you're here, come in and have a seat." Zhang Jue let out a chortle. He was born not knowing what it meant to be afraid.

That person had extended his arm to invite Zhang Jue, but he did not dare to go in. Not to mean that Zhang Jue is a wimp. How could he go out and greet others in the future, and how could he tease beautiful women?

"Blah, blah, blah." He spat some spit on both palms, rubbed his hands, and walked in through the gap in the wooden door.

After that, the huge wooden door creaked shut. There was silence as if nothing had happened.