The "Old Geezer" Out for a Stroll / Take My Little Sister Away!

The little girl snatched what was originally hers from Kevin's hands, snorted coldly, and hugged it to her chest.

"Fine, fine, since your stepmother favors you so much, aren't you the one in charge here?"

Kevin picked at his ear, responded sullenly, then squatted down and asked with a sour face.

"Hey, little pufferfish, wanna go for a walk together?"

"What?"

Upon hearing this strange address, Irene sensed someone's malice and mockery. She immediately clutched the gift box tightly and took a few steps back, her expression wary.

The thought of that sore loser, who nearly emptied out her candy storage place several times after finding out where she kept it, made her teeth itch with rage.

If it weren't for being caught red-handed, and Cecilia's Mother's demands, this bastard would definitely still deny it to the death.

"You don't know what day it is today, do you?"

Kevin stroked his chin, asking curiously. When he saw Irene's confused look, he slapped his forehead, his expression full of pity.

"May 9th, Victory Day! You, a pure-blooded Russian, can't even forget that? You're a disgrace to the Fighting Nation!"

"None of your business!"

Irene turned her head away, kicked away the pebbles at her feet, snorted coldly, and tried to retreat back into her room.

Victory Day... I vaguely remember that when my Mother was alive, she would cry over the photo on the wall and take me to the tombstone in the cemetery to lay flowers. More importantly, there would be delicious food when we came back.

Suddenly, Irene was pulled out of the orphanage gate by someone.

"Pufferfish sauce, let me show you the world..." Kevin's beaming smile made Irene momentarily lose her composure, and before she knew it, she had been dragged along for a while.

It seems that back then, the oldest Aurora took care of her like this, always saying that when she grew up she would take her to the biggest town, and only let her look but not buy anything, which infuriated those stingy uncles in the candy store!

Half an hour later, I believed him; I was so naive after all!

Irene stared at the various odds and ends hanging all over her body, her teeth itching. She vowed that if that bastard dared to reach out again, she would bite him.

Bella chirped in her arms, and even she had to carry a ribbon box in her mouth as a chore.

"Cecilia's earnings from selling the goods aren't enough. Could we use this girl to pay off her debt?"

Reaching the edge of town, Kevin muttered to himself, his eyes darting furtively to the little girl beside him, her cheeks puffed out as she glared at him menacingly.

However, she immediately stopped herself from throwing the item away in a fit of anger, after all, it was something Cecilia's Mother wanted.

But then, in order to get revenge, whenever Kevin made a few polite words and put on his ugly "good brother" face at the stall, asking Irene if she wanted some snacks, the little girl would order the largest portion without hesitation.

On a bench in the central square, Kevin rested his chin on his hand and looked back, while the little girl next to him, head down, crunched on a piece of tiramisu like a squirrel.

The two tendril-like tufts of hair sticking up on the little girl's head trembled slightly, seemingly influenced by some kind of pleasant emotion.

Does it smell good?

"No!"

Irene shifted her distance warily, devoured the tiramisu in no time, and then defiantly showed off the chocolate she had stolen from Kevin.

Hmm... looks like it's actually pretty good...

Kevin rested his hands behind his head, a slight smile playing on his lips, his gaze scanning the tall, beautiful Russian girls around him, but his heart was not as calm as it appeared.

Three days after he awoke, he pieced together the general situation of the second natural disaster from the fragmented conversations he had with Cecilia and the surrounding residents.

In short, because Bishop Otto, wearing a clown mask, delivered a brilliant backstab to Welt, the Lord Alliance Leader of Anti-Entropy, he unfortunately suffered a setback.

The Second Herrscher, Sirin, went berserk, sealing off the entire Siberia before falling into Spatial Rift and her fate remains unknown.

(According to the official statement from [Schicksal], the Second Herrscher, Sirin, is theoretically dead...)

Based on the distance between Siegfried and Sirin on the battlefield, who else could Cecilia have picked up from her husband's side besides that one?

However, what puzzled Kevin was that this little girl's body was more normal than that of a normal person. Not only did she not show any signs of Herrscher Core, but he couldn't even smell the slightest trace of Honkai energy.

(This is why Kevin dares to pluck hairs from a tiger's head and routinely teases pufferfish.)

Even if the Second Herrscher, Sirin, had detonated all five Herrscher Core with her final attack, it would be a miracle if she and Siegfried had survived!

Kevin was completely baffled by this strange result.

Left with no other choice, he had to skip it for now and temporarily raise the Second Herrscher, Sirin, who was using the Irene, as a somewhat arrogant and aloof little girl.

Judging from the current results, the "training" is going smoothly. In terms of cunning, how could the simple-minded roe deer possibly outsmart Kevin, who is full of wicked schemes?

As Kevin teased them, sometimes loosening his grip and sometimes tightening his grip, the two went from an initial stalemate to a back-and-forth of revenge, unknowingly resembling siblings who were born enemies.

Of course, it wasn't all bad news. According to the Leonid family in the east, the legendary B-17 military fortress was the only paradise unaffected by space distortion.

Clearly, this is thanks to Kevin's strategy of throwing Zero there; no matter how cold-hearted this World-Ending Diva may seem on the surface, she will still step in to protect her territory.

It is easy to go from frugality to extravagance, but difficult to go from extravagance to frugality.

She could sleep in a warm bed every day, have three meals a day served to her, and still have control over her six sisters, whom she worried about the most. She couldn't just abandon all of this and continue wandering in the wilderness, could she?

As Kevin was deep in thought, an old man in the square began to play the organ, his rough and loud voice echoing all around.

The day of victory seems far away.

It's like a wisp of smoke rising after a fire has died down.

It was a road sign, but it was burned beyond recognition.

That day was brought forward thanks to our all-out efforts...

The exhilarating feeling prompted the surrounding residents to clap and hum along to the rhythm.

This song was composed to commemorate the 30th anniversary of the victory in the anti-fascist war, and it's simply called "Victory Day"... very fitting...

The patrol team on the tower couldn't help but hum along in their hearts. In this terrifying world, struggling to survive, perhaps this is a victory for humanity.

However, just as they were basking in their joy, the distant dense forest shook violently, and a strange tremor came from the earth.

At that moment, a lizard-like monster, with its front skin rotting and revealing a menacing jawbone, and two pairs of lantern-shaped scarlet compound eyes blinking, emerged from the ground and charged toward the town.

What is this? Holy crap! SCP-682, the Immortal Abomination!

Kevin, holding Irene and soaring into the air with his wings spread, stared in utter shock at the monster that resembled a picture from his memory, roaring as it crashed into the wall.

P. S.: The SCP Foundation is now officially operational; D-Class personnel have assembled and are preparing for containment.

Chapter 357, Section 374: The "Old Man" Taking a Stroll

SCP-682, the "Immortal Abomination," is a gigantic, reptilian creature of unknown origin. Resembling a monitor lizard, it possesses extremely high intelligence and can even engage in incredibly complex, high-speed communication with intelligent programs whose thought processes are immeasurable.

According to the SCP Foundation's records, the Immortal Abomination exhibits Abomination for all life, especially hostility toward humans, and has breached containment procedures multiple times in the early days to carry out massacres.

And as its name suggests, it possesses an extremely terrifying immortality. To date, the SCP Foundation has attempted to destroy it using methods including, but not limited to, cutting, explosion, extreme temperatures, and time-space tearing, but all have failed.

The problem is that the SCP Foundation in this world was just something Kevin came up with on a whim, and these numbered containment objects from his memories should only be a false concept and shouldn't exist.

He never imagined that the monster the townspeople were talking about... was actually SCP-682, the "Immortal Abomination."

These things emerged after Sirin went berserk and caused spatial distortion, so what is the relationship between the two?

However, at least one thing is certain: what that World Serpent Lord said did contain a lot of exaggeration.

"Little Bella, look, this is your relative... a grandfather-level figure..."

"When will you be able to go out for a stroll like him and show off your heroic spirit?"

Kevin squinted as he picked up the Little Lizard, smiling teasingly as he rubbed its delicate, cool scales with his fingertips.

"Chirp chirp!"

As the commander's fingertips brushed against a spot, the little creature struggled violently and spat out a shard of ice in Kevin's face.

Uh, it seems I forgot that this creature's prototype is a real little female dragon. Realizing he had touched the wrong place, Kevin awkwardly withdrew his hand and put the greenish lizard back into Irene's arms.

"My Bella isn't related to that ugly monster at all!"

Irene glared at Kevin, then turned her serious and disgusted gaze to the rotting giant lizard outside the wall.

The swift and Immortal Abomination old lizard, braving a hail of bullets, crashed through the town's outer wall, spitting out shattered stones from its sharp jaws.

Kevin, with his sharp eyes, suddenly noticed that there were even fragments of armor plates from Chariot-class Honkai Beast among them. This old man not only has good teeth, but also a rather rich diet.

Based on the analysis of the Immortal Abomination's weaknesses, placing it in a cube-shaped container with sides of five meters constructed of acid-resistant material, filled with a high concentration of hydrochloric acid, is currently the most reliable containment method.

But in reality, it will continue to evolve. Even hydrochloric acid can only reduce its activity in the short term. What can truly be effective is the isolation of space and time itself.

Wait, the Immortal Abomination is showing Abomination for all life? Including Herrscher and Honkai Beast?

At this moment, the battle had already begun. On the watchtower, Leonid continuously aimed his SVD at the four scarlet eyes of the Immortal Abomination and fired.

His team had once been hunted by this monster while traversing the wasteland. More than ten people were devoured by it, and it was on that occasion that Cecilia, who was exploring the wilderness, saved them.

Therefore, Leonid felt both fear and resentment at the arrival of this monster, especially since this was the third time the Immortal Abomination had attacked the town.

Ever since being repelled by Cecilia, this creature seems to have identified its nemesis, relentlessly pursuing and biting it based on its scent.

The watchtowers and patrols used firearms and scavenged bombs to constantly thwart the creature's advance.

But the shrapnel and bullets hit the scales and armor, unable to penetrate the defenses. Leonid pulled the trigger repeatedly and hit the target, only to be shocked to find that a white cocoon-like membrane blinked in front of the Immortal Abomination's four eyes.

The 7.62mm bullets were deflected one after another, and the sound of metal clashing was heard when they collided.

"Boom!"

A military green T-90 tank tore through the camouflage netting and drove out from the left side of the wall. After its rotating turret locked onto the head of the Immortal Abomination, it opened fire with a roar. The 125mm armor-piercing round blew the green-skinned lizard's head open, and blood and flesh flew everywhere.

However, this thing, possessing immortality, was not dead. As its limbs plunged into the soil, its head healed and regenerated at a visible speed, and the scales on its head seemed to have become even thicker.

But this patrol team, whose members had all undergone systematic military training, showed no panic. They pulled out grenades, Molotov cocktails, rocket launchers, Heavy Machine Gun, and other weapons, and launched a swarm attack on the regenerating Immortal Abomination. Kevin even spotted a tractor-trailer pulling a towed artillery piece, with two middle-aged men who had drunk and boasted with him skillfully loading and aiming the cannon.

"These things are useless; they'll only accelerate its evolution. Let's try some hydrochloric acid!"

Although we don't know where these Russians got their weapons, if we let them continue operating, who knows if they'll bring out a nuclear bomb or some advanced gadgets from the [God Seat] series ahead of time.

Once the Immortal Abomination adapt to these things, or even combine with Honkai energy, they might wipe out Human Civilization prematurely.

Kevin landed on the watchtower, ready to offer advice to Leonid and the others, but the patrol captain merely patted Kevin on the shoulder dismissively.

"Don't worry, we've fought this monster more than once, so we're quite familiar with its situation. We're just buying time for Lady Cecilia..."

As Leonid finished speaking, he glanced at the Immortal Abomination, which was almost completely healed, and his expression clearly showed some resentment. If he could, he would have loved to kill the beast with his own hands.

"What do you mean by dragging things out?"

Kevin was somewhat confused and subconsciously asked a question in return.

As Leonid loaded the weapon, he pointed to the wilderness and smiled somewhat helplessly.

"We need to wait for a unique landscape to emerge in Siberia..."

As the two were talking, the sky shattered like crystal, and the shimmering, beautiful fragments gradually coalesced into a gentle breeze that swept across the wilderness.

It's here! The Spatial Storm!

Cecilia leaped down from the high wall on the left, swinging her silver-white lance horizontally through the air. She first lifted the Immortal Abomination, which was coalescing on the ground, and then struck the monster in the abdomen with her lance, causing it to float in the air.

Then, a precise triple kick sent the Immortal Abomination flying into Spatial vortex of shattered crystals, and the legendary SCP-682 was swallowed up inch by inch.

Amid cheers from the crowd, Cecilia returned in triumph, while Kevin, standing atop the watchtower, frowned deeply.

After the Herrscher of Void went berserk, space shattered and became chaotic. Unknown monsters found gaps and entered the mortal realm to hunt living beings. Could it be...?

Honkai... not the enemy?

This absurd and audacious speculation crossed Kevin's mind.

P. S.: Thank you to readers Yakumo Yukari for the 3 blades and Shiraishi Miki for the 5 blades urging me to update. Today's update is ahead of schedule.

Chapter 358 (Section 375) Take my sister away!

On a sunny afternoon, several heavy trucks carrying collected supplies returned fully loaded, and the convoy drove into the warehouse amidst cheers from the townspeople.

They obtained a considerable amount of food, daily necessities, and other items from abandoned cities in the surrounding area.

The intensity of the disaster far exceeded human imagination; in the end, there were often more people than supplies.