Super God: Foundation, Beginning with the Fabrication of SCPs

"Even the Broken God wouldn't fall."

"Do you dare call him by his true name?"

Hua Ye smiled awkwardly and said, "Of course I can't withstand it."

"But I can have someone else try."

"Even if they're burned into idiots, their minds should remain clear for a moment. While they're lucid, they might be able to utter some knowledge."

Hua Ye paused, then continued, "Even a little would be enough for us to defeat that little bitch, Holy Kesha."

"Besides, as long as there are enough people..."

"We'll always be able to obtain something, right?"

Hua Ye dreamed of returning to the Angel Nebula and establishing his own Heavenly Palace. But with the SCP Foundation around, he knew it was impossible.

For the rest of his life, he could only remain trapped in this godforsaken Savage Star System.

How humiliating!

He had even wanted to join the Sarkic Cult when he heard about it. He did not worship Yaldabaoth; he wanted to use the Sarkic Cult...

To defeat the SCP Foundation.

That way, he could leave the Savage Star System.

Of course, this was merely wishful thinking. After witnessing the SCP Foundation's overwhelming power, he would never dare defy their rules, even if it killed him.

Damn, what humiliation!

With that thought, Hua Ye pulled Ruo Ning into his arms, rolled over, and pinned her beneath him.

They began their primitive exercise.

Hua Ye could only feel like the Lord of the Heavenly Palace when he heard a woman begging for mercy.

Not only Holy Kesha, but all the powerhouses of the Super God Universe were sighing. How could the Broken God, such a benevolent Supreme Divinity, have fallen?

If only he had not fallen!

Then they would have had a way to receive his knowledge.

But the information that