The audience in the livestream was stunned.
Countless doubts and shocks erupted at once:
> "WTF? Isn't that a colossal secret beast? Weren't they supposed to be extinct?"
"Wait—what are they eating? Spider legs? …Oh, shit! That's SCP-3125's corpse!"
"No way… the secret beasts aren't extinct? They're actually devouring the remains of SCP-3125?"
"Look carefully—its body looks illusory! Like nobody could even detect it!"
Everyone stared, shocked, as the impossible scene played out before their eyes.
---
Then, suddenly—Leon Lake appeared on screen again.
The perspective shifted back to Site-17, a facility that housed dozens of low-risk humanoid SCPs.
For reasons they couldn't explain, the audience collectively exhaled in relief.
And when Zyn, Lois, and Leon sat together in the cafeteria again, many felt as though they had stepped into an entirely different world.
It was surreal.
Leon and his team had never once seen SCP-3125's entity directly—
Yet the fear and oppression it left behind was worse than anything they had ever faced before.
---
Lois eyed Leon suspiciously.
"You guys disappeared for so long… and somehow you look younger?"
Zyn nodded with equal suspicion.
Leon didn't answer. He only picked up his wine glass and drank silently.
Lois fumbled awkwardly, then quickly changed the subject.
Leaning in mysteriously, she whispered:
"Hey, did you hear? The Foundation's planning to open a new department."
Zyn perked up. "Really? What kind?"
"They're calling it the Concepts Department," Lois said, scratching her hair. "Apparently it's supposed to handle 'antimemetics' or whatever."
The instant the words left her mouth, Leon froze—wine glass halfway to his lips.
But Lois didn't notice. She kept rambling:
"I mean, I get what memes are. But what the hell is an antimeme?
It must be, like, the opposite of a meme, right?"
Leon interrupted her flatly, his voice cutting through the room like glass.
"An antimeme is a concept with self-concealing properties. A thought that, by its very nature, resists being remembered or spread."
Both Lois and Zyn stared, stunned.
"…You actually know this kind of abstract stuff?" Lois asked in disbelief.
The livestream audience watching felt a pang of loss.
The King had shattered a Supreme Divinity—SCP-3125—at the cost of the entire Antimemetics Division.
Yet no one would ever know their story.
---
Leon downed the rest of his wine in one gulp, color returning faintly to his face.
"Sorry. I've got work to finish," he muttered, and stood to leave.
Zyn and Lois exchanged puzzled looks as Leon walked away.
---
A short while later, Leon stopped at a familiar door.
Dr. Kondraki's office.
Inside, Kondraki looked older—
Still in his wide, black-framed glasses, a cigarette dangling from his lips, and a brown baseball cap pulled low.
But his face carried a weight of anxiety and frustration.
When he saw Leon step inside, the tension lifted slightly.
"Damn it, you've been gone too long. I'm running myself ragged here," Kondraki grumbled.
Leon refused the cigarette Kondraki offered and sat down in the chair opposite him.
"Is your work done?" Kondraki asked, narrowing his eyes. Then he smirked slightly. "Recovered all your memories?"
Leon nodded silently.
"Good." Kondraki didn't wait for him to answer further. He tossed a file folder across the desk.
"Perfect timing. A new assignment just came in."
---
For reasons none of the audience could explain, the scene felt strangely comforting—familiar, even nostalgic.
Leon opened the folder.
The screen froze.
Every eye in the Marvel universe fixed on the words inside.
[Project Name: Son of Man]
[Item #: SCP-321]
[Object Class: Safe]
Safe?
The audience blinked in disbelief.
Moments ago, they had witnessed the Antimemetics Division battling a Supreme Godhead in a cosmic nightmare.
And now?
A harmless "Safe" project?
The livestream chat exploded:
> "LMAO—Dr. Kondraki always brings back memories of him riding SCP-682 into battle!"
"Of course he gives out something tame. Leave it to Kondraki—no more apocalypses today."
"Man, this makes me emotional. After everything with SCP-083, no wonder he looks so worn out."
---
Leon raised his eyes to meet Kondraki's.
He didn't speak—
But the look said everything.
Kondraki scowled, exhaling a long stream of smoke.
Hissss—Pffft.
"Don't get cocky just because it's marked 'Safe,'" Kondraki said. His voice was sharp with irritation.
"If this project isn't handled properly, the O5 Council will come down on us hard."
Leon's eyebrows shot up.
A Safe-class project… tied to the O5 Council?
---
The livestream erupted:
> "Wait—what?? A Safe SCP could get him promoted straight to O5??"
"From junior researcher to Council seat? That's INSANE!"
"This has to be some kind of setup…"
And with that revelation, the screen cut to black.
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