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SCP Foundation: The Sickly Girl Who Controls S-Class Witches

Traveling to a world where ghost stories and abnormal creatures are rampant, Serie not only becomes a beautiful, fragile, and sickly girl like a porcelain doll, but is also taken in by the salvation organization as an S-level abnormal creature and imprisoned in a steel fortress in the deep sea. But Serie didn't care, because she found that as long as she closed her eyes, those witches condensed by fear, desire and power would open their demon eyes on the other side of the world. They were walking taboos and also puppets dancing on Serie's fingertips. Each witch has a completely different form and ability. Complete tasks, light up the skill tree, and continuously upgrade and evolve. Beautiful and powerful S-class witches appeared one after another like mushrooms after rain—— "The Witch of Pleasure plunges New York into a lewd abyss?" "The Dread Devourer ate the Golden Gate Bridge clean?" "The Slaughter Witch rules the battlefield, weaving nightmares for her enemies with threads of blood?" "The ruling witch made the organization's top executives betray her and become her loyal servants?" Alarms on the radio sounded one after another, and the employees were talking about Serie's trumpet, some with fear, some with admiration, and some with vigilance, but they would never know that the culprit of all this was that useless and cute girl who was tied with chains and restraints and did nothing every day except act coquettishly and wait for food. Serie said nothing, just buried her face in the pillow and continued to play the simulation game: "Let's open a new account... I want to try a different evolution path this time."
Solyura34 · 406.2k Views

The lies of Fate

***Hello, potential readers. As you may be able to ascertain from my profile, my name is Argon_Mayar. This is a story I have had in the works for many years, but I have never felt it was ready or needed to be made known. However, I know that if I do not post it, what good is it as a story stuck in the back of my mind?*** So, here is my synopsis for you: What is life? What is death? Strip everything away, and they are two sides of the same storm. Life is chaos, death is clinical calm. We call ourselves masters of the universe, but we are puppets. Puppets to life. Puppets to death. The only thing we can ever hope to command is everything in between. Kira Voss built an empire from nothing, a mafia boss who ruled through precision, not mercy. Then her underboss, the man she trusted to guard her back, put a bullet in it instead. She dies mid-sentence, mid-command, mid-life, and wakes somewhere that isn't death and isn't life. A grey, formless limbo, ruled by something that calls itself neither god nor devil, only the Architect. The Architect offers her a way out. She will be reborn, again and again, into the bodies of characters pulled from stories not her own: a soldier in a war she doesn't recognize, a queen in a court she's never studied, a nobody in a life with rules she has to learn as she bleeds by them. Each time, she's dropped in with no memory of the character she's replaced, no script, no map, only the demand that she change the story's fate before it ends, or be pulled back to try again. She fails. Again. And again. Each failure doesn't erase her, it traps her, layer by layer, inside the very characters she couldn't save, until she's not sure how much of Kira is left underneath all the borrowed lives she's been forced to wear. She becomes a patchwork of other people's endings. But a woman who once ran an empire doesn't stay lost for long. Between the setbacks, Kira starts doing what she always did best: reading the room, finding the leverage, rewriting the rules of a game she didn't choose. Story by story, world by world, she stops trying to merely survive the fates she's dropped into and starts bending them, growing stronger with every fractured self she carries forward. By the time she understands what the Architect actually is, and what it's been harvesting from her all along, she isn't the woman who died on her own floor anymore. She's something built from a hundred stolen lives, strong enough, finally, to walk back into the limbo that made her and end the thing that started it all.
Argon_Mayar · 15.5k Views

Love Thy Divinity

The 18-year-old Yamato suddenly found himself in the after life, but is unsure on how exactly he ended up there. However his reaction lacked the surprise or confusion one would usually expect form someone in his situation, as he would soon prove to be anything but ordinary. Having always failed finding meaning in his life and those of others, his emotional numbness and tendency to view most people and activities as beneath him becomes apparent when he meets the angel Yuki. Meant to judge his life and actions, things take a turn when he tricks her into agreeing to a wager that would change his and her fate. Achieving victory over the angel, he acquires her devotion and servitude, though he soon discovers the true face her devotion to be pure obsession instead of the benevolence she showed him at first. After a confrontation with God himself about his changed fate, he and Yuki are sent to a new world in hopes of finding what his previous world lacked: meaning. Yuki however has made it her sole purpose to win him over, baiting the slightest bit of affection out of him, genuine or not. Even just experiencing theatrical romance scenarios, which she artificially creates at the cost of others, becomes a normal occurrence. Though not reciprocating her feelings just yet, Yamato cannot stop himself from being captivated by both her beauty and emotional intensity, seeing her as someone who might finally give him the emotional experience he seeks.
Towa_Tanabata · 206k Views