After taking the elevator to the top floor, Luo Shu jammed the doors open with a nearby object.
He was going to savor this last hour.
As for the meme-infected? Let them climb the stairs.
It wasn't that Luo Shu wanted to give up.
Even a cornered rabbit would bite—let alone a man.
He had tried fighting back.
But the outcome was too brutal.
When he snapped the neck of one infected, their soul transformed into a Spear of Longinus, stabbing into his mental world.
Killing them only triggered retaliation.
And this counterattack didn't even require line of sight—it was a direct mental lock.
At that moment, he was grateful he hadn't unleashed SCP-3125's Defender power. Otherwise, it would have been mutual annihilation.
Good deeds really do bring good rewards.
Standing atop the Eiffel Tower, overlooking Paris at night, Luo Shu was momentarily captivated by the beauty before him.
The Champs-Élysées, the Arc de Triomphe, the Élysée Palace, the Louvre, the Centre Pompidou…
So much beauty in just one city—let alone the entire world.
He hadn't lived enough. There were too many sights he hadn't seen.
How could he give up now?
The will to survive flared once more.
His thoughts returned to the Buddhist security guard.
A mad idea took root.
Circling the observation deck, Luo Shu finally found what he needed—a loudspeaker.
Normally used for announcements or music, it would now serve a different purpose.
He activated Mechanized Vitalization on it, linking it to his phone for data transfer.
At the same time, his avatar in the Prophet's World of the lower narrative opened its eyes atop the divine throne.
"I return this power to you. Grow stronger!"
Back in the anomaly world, Luo Shu's personal Hume level skyrocketed, reaching Tier 4 peak.
Only when the surrounding space began to crack did he stop.
In orbit, Foundation satellites detected the Hume spike and immediately alerted Achilles' Heel and "God."
"Alert Level 6! Tier 4 peak reality bender detected atop the Eiffel Tower—personal Hume 800! Target matches Luo Shu's profile!"
"God" glanced at the alert and smirked.
"A dying struggle. Ignore it."
Preparations complete, Luo Shu cleared his throat and flipped to Page 47 of the Anomaly Compendium—
SCP-3221-2: The Unbreakable Prester John.
The Prophet's Power.
"I am your Lord! Abandon your old faith! Believe in the Church of the Prophet! Those who follow me shall live—those who defy me shall die!"
For those already devout, the conversion was far harder.
Even at Tier 4 peak, after over half an hour, there was no visible effect.
The infected had climbed most of the tower, inching closer.
Doubt crept in—was this struggle futile?
But history proved that faith could be rewritten.
Prester John, the original wielder of this power, had done it—twisting himself and his followers away from Christianity.
It was possible.
The only uncertainty was whether it would truly solve the problem.
But with no other options, Luo Shu pressed on.
Even if it lasted until the final second.
Leaning over the railing, he could see the fastest climbers now within a hundred meters of the summit.
He ignored them, focusing solely on his task.
Then, his sensory isolation expired.
As the first infected reached the platform, spear after spear stabbed into his mind.
Gritting through the disorientation, Luo Shu kept preaching into the loudspeaker.
Thankfully, as a Tier 4 reality bender, his mental resistance had improved.
The dizziness lessened—but the damage remained.
The strength of the infected's faith directly translated to harm.
This was the horror of the Spear of Longinus—death by attrition.
Yet his persistence bore fruit.
First, the narrow stairwell clogged with corpses, buying him precious time.
Half an hour passed. As the first use of Prophet's Power ended, he immediately activated a second.
Some infected began scaling the tower's exterior, climbing toward him.
A few lost their grip, plummeting 200 meters to their deaths.
At the 45-minute mark, the first cracks appeared in their faith.
The least devout broke first.
They knelt where they stood, listening quietly to their new "Lord."
Had Luo Shu entered their minds, he would have seen—the Spear of Longinus was gone.
Faith rewritten. Meme expelled.
Though unaware, he noticed the crowd below slowing, thinning.
It was working.
Seizing the last 15 minutes, he redoubled his efforts.
One by one, ordinary believers succumbed.
By the end, over 80% of the infected below had converted.
A sea of black-clad worshippers knelt in the square—a sight so grand it could intoxicate any self-proclaimed prophet.
Luo Shu felt it more viscerally.
His personal Hume surged, teetering on the edge of Tier 5.
Alarmed by the space fracturing around him, he split part of his consciousness to his avatar in the Prophet's World, forcibly capping his main body at Tier 4 peak.
Moreover, as信徒 numbers exploded, his depleted mental strength began to recover.
Each believer contributed 10% of their mental energy.
With over 100,000 infected, 80% converted—8,000+ minds' worth of power.
Enough to withstand 8,000 more spears.
But it wasn't enough.
Of the original crowd, 30,000 remained—staunch devotees of their old faiths.
No amount of preaching could sway them.
If they all struck, Luo Shu would still die.
Yet with hope in sight, surrender was unthinkable.
Raising the loudspeaker, he addressed his new followers:
"My faithful! Now is the time to prove your devotion! Lead these unbelievers away from this tower—but remember, your Lord is merciful. Do them no harm."
And so, the Prophet's flock, bolstered by numbers, began dragging the "stubborn" infected away.
Watching the tide recede, Luo Shu finally exhaled.
He had survived.