Chapter 73
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Item Number: SCP-343
Item Grade: Safe
Description: SCP-343 is a male. His appearance is humanoid, but he is very versatile. SCP-343 was discovered while walking on the streets of Prague. An employee witnessed him disappear from the streets and reappear on the rooftops. He was then detained by the foundation. SCP-343 was left in his containment room willingly because it has been proven that containment is impossible.
Special Containment Measures: SCP-343 is to reside in a room measuring 6.1m x 6.1m (20ft x 20ft) at the lowest security level, Site-17. At least one employee should visit him every day to provide him with anything he requests. Due to SCP-343's nature, it is not necessary or possible to add further security measures or request permission.
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In the half a year since he arrived at the SCP world, Zhang Jue had done some research on his abilities.
Other than being immune to some SCP's effects, he could also obtain some SCP's properties through physical contact.
So far, he had obtained abilities through this method: SCP049 (Plague Doctor), SCP053 (Shirley), SCP087-1 (That Face), SCP106 (Scary Old Man), SCP1013 (Lizardman), and SCP2006 (Too Scary).
Through analysis, it was easy to conclude the characteristics of these SCPs — they were all 'alive'.
By 'alive', it meant that they all had a 'self' consciousness. Regardless of whether their abilities were active or passive, they could all be obtained by Zhang Jue.
Before SCP-343, the only exception was SCP-701-1, King Constrictor.
Even though Zhang Jue had come into contact with the revived King Constrictor, he did not obtain any of his abilities.
When Zhang Jue came into contact with him, he felt like he was touching an object — it was cold, without any warmth.
At the time, he thought King Constrictor had already 'died' once, so he could not be counted as a living creature. However, this explanation was very far-fetched.
Now, when SCP-343, the old man who called himself the God of Creation, touched him, the feeling was very similar to when he touched King Constrictor.
He could not feel anything special from the old man. Even though the old man's hand had the same temperature as a normal person, it felt like he was touching an object.
There was no communication between the two bodies.
In other words, he could not obtain any abilities from the old man.
How unlucky.
SCP-343, the self-proclaimed creator of the universe, was referred to as' God 'by the staff of site17.
Of all the SCP projects that Zhang Jue had encountered since he entered the SCP world, he was the most powerful one.
From his file, it could be seen that the foundation had even given up on him.
His existence at site17 depended entirely on his own intuition.
If Zhang Jue could obtain some abilities from him, he would definitely be able to kick Ms. Perfect aside and reach the pinnacle of his life.
However, it was clear that, just like the Constriction King, these high-level creatures had their own special abilities. They were not something that Zhang Jue could touch casually.
It was as if he was dreaming that there was a naked beauty lying in front of him. Just as he was about to do something to her, he suddenly realized that he had become a woman.
This was very awkward.
That was what Zhang Jue was feeling right now.
Clearly, the other party's ability was very strong, and the other party was right in front of him, allowing him to touch as he pleased.
But he couldn't get anything.
Asking a gentleman how many worries he had was like asking a group of eunuchs to visit a brothel.
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"Old man, why are you so relaxed? Do you know that a disaster is about to befall this world?"
Since he could not take advantage of the situation, Zhang Jue decided to ask directly. This was his usual style. It would be a waste if he did not ask.
SCP343 always had an indifferent expression, as if everything in the world was as clear as day to him.
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