I’m In Charge of SCP

Zhang Jue doesn't know much about the Hanged King, only remembering that he was a tyrant who was greedy for pleasure and exploited his people, making them miserable. Own city-state, and materialized in reality through SCP-701, continues to kill.

And the place he ruled was called the city of Alakada.

Zhang Jue didn't know why the hanged king brought him here.

Zhang Jue was floating in the air, unable to speak, let alone move his body, only his mind could move.

It's like a camera, passively recording everything it sees.

Time seems to go back a long time ago, and the city of Alakada is still prosperous.

Contrary to his imagination, the Lost City of Alakata is not a hell, but very rich. Businessmen, politicians, and farmers all lead a prosperous life.

He saw that the Hanged King was working diligently day and night to manage Alakata in an orderly manner.

what happened?

There was a big question mark in Zhang Jue's mind.

This was not the same story as he knew.

But he understood right away—the information he had learned before was not the truth!

Someone tampered with history!

Time moved forward rapidly, and scenes were staged in front of Zhang Jue.

The most important scene came, the hanged king's son rebelled.

He bribed the army, bribed the ministers, and together with his queen mother, imprisoned the Hanged King.

They lied that the Hanged King had a disease, was possessed by ghosts and gods, and needed to be executed.

Those brainless fools actually believed their rhetoric.

They burned his palace and killed all those who were loyal to him.

The Hanged King's jaw was knocked off, he put on chains, and toured the market.

Forced to crawl through the streets of the city, he is mocked by his former subjects, who kick and smash him with filth and cheer loudly.

Seems like it's a holiday for everyone.

In the end, the Hanged King was hanged on a barren hill outside the city.

Until his death, he kept muttering to himself that he could not forgive his son, let alone those stupid subjects.

He is dead, but not quite dead.

A person who can't see clearly—maybe it's not a person? That didn't matter - a deal was made with him.

The Hanged King sacrificed his soul in exchange for great power and eternal life.

He returned to his palace.

The next day, the river that flew over the city turned red and began to smell like human blood, and many citizens fell ill and began to bleed and shake.

Those who participated in the rebellion suffered the most, their strength gradually waned, they became weaker and weaker, and finally died.

By the third day, the disease was lifted, but people started killing themselves, their faces were cut, their throats were cut, and their blood flowed into the red river in the city, and the madness spread, and most of the animals except the crows fled up the city.

The entire city of Alagada became a hell on earth.

But even this could not calm the raging fire in the Hanged King's heart.

He wants revenge.

He let go of those scholars and artists, and made them have nightmares every day.

He let them see the tragic image of the city of Alagada, and forced them to create plays or literary works based on it.

As long as these scenes are materialized, he can use them to manifest and take revenge on those he thinks are stupid!

...

It turned out to be like this.

It turned out to be so.

Zhang Jue couldn't help but smile wryly.

History is always written by the victors, and no one knows how much truth has been buried.

On the stage, the lines he said in order to keep the plot going, turned out to be the closest to the truth.

Presumably that's why the Hanged King brought him here.

The scene in front of him gradually blurred, and when Zhang Jue woke up, he was still standing on the stage, while the Hanged King had long since disappeared.

At this moment, including Yang Xue and Le Shan, all the audience watching the performance felt that their brains were in chaos.

Their memories suddenly became blurred, and they only vaguely remembered that they had seen a very wonderful performance.

At the end of the plot, the character played by Zhang Jue appeared on the stage and defeated the biggest villain.

Besides, they couldn't remember any other details of the performance.

...

Wow—

There was thunderous applause.

The audience gave warm applause to Zhang Jue's wonderful performance.

Zhang Jue's head spun rapidly, and he probably guessed what happened.

It seems that, because of what he did, the Hanged King gave up revenge.

He lowered the curtain with the remote control in his hand, and released the actors from his different space.

Sure enough, although their memories were blurred and they didn't know what they had performed, their spirits had all returned to normal.

Zhang Jue opened the curtain again, allowing them to receive applause from the audience.

What... what happened?

Yang Xue clutched her forehead.

Most of the staff of the SCP Foundation have received relevant training. This method of amnestics may be effective for ordinary people, but they can always feel it.

Le Shan returned to normal earlier than her: We should be affected by SCP701, but it seems that Consultant Zhang has successfully completed the task.

Yang Xue looked at Zhang Jue on the stage: Looking at his proud look, he should be.

The person in charge of the MTF beside Leshan said: Mr. Le, do you want to apply to the headquarters for a medicine to help restore memory?

You can apply for a few copies, sort out the whole matter and make a report, and send it back to the headquarters, so I don't need it. Le Shan said, and then smiled, Life will be better if there is a little bit of blank space.

...

The whole art show ended successfully with applause, and the high standard was unanimously affirmed by the leaders and the audience.

After the play ended, Zhang Jue walked back to the auditorium from the backstage, and Yang Xue hurried up to greet him.

Are you all right? she asked.

Just kidding, what can I do? Zhang Jue waved his hand and said, I don't even look at who I am.

Looking at his appearance, he seemed to be all right, Yang Xue finally put her heart back into her stomach.

Zhang Jue turned to Leshan: There's nothing wrong down there, right?

Le Shan said: The audience is fine, except for him—

Le Shan looked in the direction where Zhang Shijia was, and Zhang Jue followed him, only to see Zhang Shijia covering his face with his hands, tears streaming down his face.

Zhang Jue shrugged: Who asked him to copy other people's scripts, if it is really impossible to recover, you can give him an amnestic.

Le Shan nodded: Don't worry, it's not just him. The foundation will conduct mental evaluations for all those who participated in and watched the performance today, and will claim it as a public welfare physical examination.

As expected of the secretary of the O5 staff, she is thoughtful.

Zhang Jue gave him a thumbs up.

Since you have thought of it, then I can rest assured.

While Zhang Jue was talking, his body suddenly shook, and he fell backwards involuntarily.

What's wrong with you? Yang Xue supported him with quick eyes and quick hands.

Zhang Jue leaned against Yang Xue's arms, feeling a little soft, he rubbed against her.

Facing Yang Xue's worried eyes, she raised the corner of her mouth with difficulty: Don't worry, I'm just... a little... tired...

Before Zhang Jue could finish speaking, he closed his eyes, snored slightly, and fell asleep.

The frequent use of abilities, especially the confrontation with the materialized Hanged King at the end, consumed a lot of his energy.

After confirming that the incident was over and everyone was safe, his spirit suddenly relaxed, and finally fell asleep in Yang Xue's arms.

Yang Xue gently stroked his hair, her eyes were full of distress.

Le Shan looked at Zhang Jue, shook his head and smiled, This consultant Zhang is really an interesting person.

Yang Xue sighed.

boring person.