The stench was unbearable.
Countless times fouler than rotting flesh and blood.
Even with the machine' particle shields shimmering across the battlefield, that nauseating smell seeped through every barrier.
It crawled into the air, heavy and vile.
The situation was worse than Haruto expected.
There was no doubt now — the Sarkic Cult had infiltrated the Global Occult Coalition.
A high-ranking member of the GOC's Council of 108, someone with authority to deploy field agents, had clearly been compromised.
But this was more than simple corruption.
The Sarkic influence had dug itself deep — all the way into the GOC's armed forces.
The helicopters circling above.
The mecha pilots advancing on the ground.
Every single one of them carried traces of the Flesh Abomination, or the Flesh That Hates — SCP-610-0.
Its properties resembled the Clockwork Virus (SCP-217) from the Prime World: an entity of pure contagion.
Contact meant corruption.
Life twisted into something other.
Despite its name, it was no ordinary virus.
Even the panacea SCP-500 could not cure it.
It was, in truth, a fragment of divinity — a shard of the Supreme Divinity.
The GOC's obsession with the Flesh Virus wasn't just for biological warfare, as the public might assume.
It was far darker.
At the highest levels of the Alliance, the Sarkic Cult had turned viral infection into ritual. A grotesque act of worship disguised as evolution.
They sought to "purify" humanity — to cleanse and reshape it — and through quantity alone, reach conceptual detachment.
To transcend mortality.
A foolish dream.
In chasing godhood, they had cast aside their humanity, becoming nothing more than abominations wrapped in meat and madness.
A path that could only lead to an apocalypse — a second Black Death for this world. Just like the Church of the Broken God, who once sought to ascend through steel.
Haruto sighed quietly.
The Global Occult Coalition had begun with good intentions — to protect humankind. But greed had twisted that purpose beyond recognition.
Now, even the protectors had become the plaguebearers.
Will the SCP Foundation someday fall the same way?
That thought lingered briefly in Haruto's mind — until a searing beam of light tore through the air.
A laser strike.
Before mankind had conquered fusion or broken the speed of light, lasers remained their deadliest weapon — a pinnacle of civilization's energy warfare.
This one was aimed straight at Haruto.
Theoretically, the energy was enough to melt everything within a fifteen-meter radius, turning the ground into molten glass and magma.
Theoretically.
The moment the beam touched Haruto's skin, it vanished.
Like a raindrop falling into an endless ocean.
Not a single ripple remained.
Haruto stood there, utterly untouched.
The Blacklight Virus flowing within him — a concept that had already transcended to the divine — could swallow any form of energy strike without limit.
If someone threw Haruto into the heart of the sun, he'd probably just yawn and ask for dessert.
Even energy strong enough to shatter worlds would merely feed him.
As the laser faded, silence swallowed the battlefield.
Only the roar of helicopter rotors remained.
No reports came in from the Alliance agents above.
They didn't need to — everyone could see the truth.
No smoke.
No crater.
No impact.
Their strongest weapon hadn't even left a scratch.
And now, every pilot and soldier on the ground stared at that lone figure standing in the dust.
That humanoid being — that impossible entity — who'd just rendered their firepower meaningless.
Normally, this would be the point for thaumaturgic bombardment to begin. Energy first, magic second — that was the GOC process.
But Haruto didn't plan to wait.
He snapped his fingers.
And the world stopped.
The wind froze.
Dust hung suspended midair.
Time itself ceased to flow.
Haruto stepped forward, his expression calm.
He raised a hand.
Scarlet mist drifted from his palm, splitting into dozens of threads — and sank into the bodies of every frozen soldier and pilot.
The divine Blacklight Virus began its work.
It completely suppressed both the Flesh that Hates and the Clockwork Virus — though even Haruto couldn't restore the infected to normal humans.
After all, those viruses were shards of divine essence — split from a supreme entity itself.
With a quiet clap of his hands, Haruto gave the command.
The frozen agents began to move again, their bodies still caught within the still world.
Like puppets under unseen strings, they turned away, walking toward the GOC's strongholds scattered across the globe.
When they reached their destinations, they would detonate — their bodies vaporizing the flesh infection from within.
The divine Blacklight would spread outward, infecting everyone inside.
The process would repeat — over and over — spreading exponentially across the world.
All infected with the Flesh that Hates would perish. Those uninfected would come under Haruto's control.
If Haruto wanted to control an entire world now, it was as simple as lifting a finger.
And destroying it… even easier.
Just one stroke across the death line of the world, and it would cease to exist.
Within the still world, time held no meaning — so the destruction of the Global Occult Coalition was instantaneous.
When time flowed again, human civilization in the Spirit Parallel World had already been reshuffled.
The Foundation of the Prime World would soon link with its counterpart here, integrating governance and stabilizing the new order.
A main world model would be used to intervene, preventing panic and collapse.
When it was done, Haruto's body shimmered, twisting into divine particles — and he stepped back into the Kamui Space, returning to the Prime World.
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Chiba City Site – Prime World
This was the first site ever established by the SCP Foundation — the Initial Site.
It housed key research projects and top-level containments.
Among them: the infamous "Itchy Monster."
It was here that Yoshino and Yoshinon were brought. And here, Clef had been admitted as well.
The girls were undergoing their DIY body construction, while Clef underwent his evaluation. Haruto didn't concern himself with Clef's progress. His attention was on the Fourth Spirit.
The Foundation's cloning division was now using tech salvaged from the Phoenix Project — not the clone research from Academy City.
Though both dealt with life creation, they were entirely different branches of science.
Even now, the Foundation hadn't fully deciphered the Phoenix Project's code.
The deeper they delved, the more terrifying its brilliance became. It bordered on mythic authority — the power to create life itself.
When Haruto arrived, the scene that greeted him made him blink.
On the screen, Yoshinon's doll form was dancing in front of the monitor, while Yoshino — or rather, the Fourth Spirit — was meticulously adjusting body parameters.
"Hmm… which one's better? Mature onee-san or cute young girl?" Yoshinon mused. "Eh, let's just set the bust size to G first!"
Haruto froze mid-step.
His lips twitched.
Don't go too far, you damn rabbit!
"Y-Yoshinon!" Yoshino's voice was flustered, cheeks pink.
She tried to scold her partner.
"D-Don't say weird things! If you pick, it should be something different from me! Besides, aren't older sisters and loli-types super cute already!?"
The rabbit doll tilted her head, smug.
"Exactly! A guy like Haruto — gentle and calm — he's totally the playboy type. So let's crank up the charm and keep him hooked, yeah?"
"W-Woooh!"
Yoshino let out a squeaky noise, nearly falling off her chair.
The Rabbit had gone too far.
"Cough…"
Haruto cleared his throat softly.
If he didn't intervene now, who knew what kind of nonsense Yoshinon would keep spouting.
Hearing that light cough, Yoshino turned around.
The instant her eyes met Haruto's, her face turned bright red — the color rushing up her neck to her ears, until faint steam puffed out from the top of her head.