I’m In Charge of SCP

Chapter 66: Dead Dragon

Behind the wooden door is a vast room with walls made of stone bricks. A high-backed chair was erected in the center of the room, and on the high-backed chair sat a middle-aged man in a tuxedo.

The middle-aged man shakes the goblet in his hand, and the transparent liquid swirls around inside with an overflowing aroma. Zhang Jue felt a little strange; he had originally come to find that giant dragon. How could there be a man here?

The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, "Hello."

Zhang Jue shrugged, "Can I say no?"

"What?"

Zhang Jue gave a heave, "Sitting in a chair yourself but making your guest standing is not the way to treat a guest."

The middle-aged man nodded, "You're right."

He waved the hand holding the glass in front of him in the open space. A high-backed chair like the one behind him appeared out of thin air. Zhang Jue was a magician himself, but he had never seen such a masterful performance as this. But Zhang Jue wasn't going to be polite with him without waiting for him to say anything. Zhang Jue sat down on the chair as if he were back in his own home, face to face with the man.

"A cappuccino, please." Zhang Jue said.

The middle-aged man froze, shook his head, seemingly helpless at Zhang Jue's confidence. He waved his hand again, and a cup of coffee appeared in the air in front of Zhang Jue. Zhang Jue held the coffee in his hand and found the coffee was still hot. He took a sip and let out a contented sigh.

He was probably the first person in the ancient world to drink a cup of hot coffee deep in these Alps.

The man looked at Zhang Jue and said, "You don't seem to be afraid of me."

Zhang Jue shrugged, "Why should I be afraid of you?"

Such a word game was boring. The man did not carry it on but began to look at Zhang Jue with full interest. Likewise, Zhang Jue looked at him openly and honestly.

There was no doubt that the man in front of him had a powerful ability to distort reality. Zhang Jue remembered that SCP-343 had taken a burger out of thin air when proving to the Foundation that he was a "God." This man could create a chair and a cup of coffee with a wave of his hand. He wondered who was stronger between him and that man.

"You can pass the test that I've set up earlier. It's not an easy thing to do, you know." The man said, "Originally, I didn't want anyone to bother me."

"For me, that's nothing." Zhang Jue responded, "So, that group of people outside didn't pass the test?" He was referring to the group of people from the Serpent's Hand.

The middle-aged man smiled slightly and didn't answer his question but said, "You're from the SCP Foundation, right?."

Most of the equipment Zhang Jue wore had the SCP's logo printed on it, so he could not deny it. He seemed to know about the SCP Foundation by listening to this man's tone. Perhaps he had even had been contained before.

Zhang Jue spread his hands, "Big man, I am indeed a member of the SCP Foundation. I just joined the Foundation a few days ago, But I have seen how they worked when it comes to stuff. If you have personal revenge, I will never interfere. If you want, I can also show you the way inside or something."

"You do not need to be nervous. I have no bad intentions toward you." The middle-aged man shook the glass in his hand and watched the clear liquid swirl around, "I just remembered an old friend. He is also from the SCP Foundation. I sent him a message; I don't know if he will come to see me."

An old friend? So, this person had no grudge against the Foundation? Zhang Jue was faintly relieved.

"Since he's a friend, he'll definitely come when he receives the message. But there's a snowstorm outside, so you might have to wait a few more days."

The middle-aged man shook his head, looked at the wine in his hand, and said, "I'm afraid I don't have that much time."

He bowed his head, and his expression was so sad that it felt nonsensical to Zhang Jue. He looked at the man, and a familiar feeling surged through him.

"It's like I know who you are, or rather, know what you are." Zhang Jue said.

The words were a bit rude, but the man wasn't offended but laughed, "Oh? Then you can tell me, who am I really? Or rather, what am I?"

"You are SCP-3844," Zhang Jue said, "or rather, you were SCP-3844."

-----

Unlike the traditional SCP object, SCP-3844 is an iterative document that records the entire process of a giant dragon from its discovery to its execution. On a certain day, SCP Foundation staff found a giant dragon on a certain mountain in a certain month and year.

This was the first time that the SCP Foundation came into contact with this dragon. At that time, his wingspan was several tens of meters, and although it was not as huge as it is now, it was intimidating enough for the people at that time.

The Foundation sent people to communicate with it and signed an agreement with it. The dragon promised to fly out of its territory as little as possible, communicate with other people, and learn modern science.

This was probably the worst decision they ever made. The more the dragon learned about modern science, the smaller its body would become, and the more limited its capabilities would be.

In its prime condition, it was more than 70 meters long, could shift into any human form, spoke at least 14 languages, and had countless treasures in its nest.

But because of the influence of "science" eventually, it became a small dragon with only a dozen meters long and lost all of its treasures. By the time it realized what the problem was and tried to break through the Foundation's containment, it was too late for the dragon to act.

Countless anti-aircraft guns were fired, and eventually, its corpse turned into a flying lizard; it did not even manage to preserve its form as a dragon. SCP-3844 is one of the most tragic anomalies in the SCP Foundation, but Zhang Jue always feels a little sad every time he reads this document.

Currently, SCP-3844 is the collective name for numerous lizard-like creatures with huge bodies and wings. This person in front of him is the first generation SCP-3844, the real SCP-3844. Or rather, it had been resurrected.

What was strange to Zhang Jue was that his current abilities seemed different, if not completely opposite, from what he had seen before, which was why Zhang Jue had not made the connection between the two.

It wasn't until he saw him and felt the intense sadness emanating from that man that made Zhang Jue was able to confirm his identity. But his ability changed so differently?

According to the GOC's records, the more advanced weapons were used to attack him, the stronger he would become.

What the hell was going on here?

-----

"Not bad. I am the creature that was once called SCP-3844 by your SCP Foundation." After hearing Zhang Jue's words, he replied with a smile, seemingly not minding the identity at all, "I was dead, but came back to life and became even more powerful than before. The Foundation can no longer control me. How about that? Are you scared?"

Hearing SCP-3844's slightly sarcastic words, Zhang Jue shook his head. His eyes filled with sorrow.

He pointed to the wine that had remained untouchable in SCP-3844's hand and said slowly, "If you really think so, don't seek death. Since you've been resurrected, act like a good person and live a normal life."