CHAPTER 195: SCP-085? REN WANTS TO ESCAPE THE WORLD

Chapter 195: SCP-085? Ren Wants to Escape the World!

With his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception, Ren could see the different lines of death on the paper and the drawing. The woman’s drawing was a living being! The direct gaze of the Mystic Eyes made the woman tremble and curl up. She was showing fear.

This fellow indeed seemed to pose no danger, and Ren had no intention of killing her. He wanted to use spatial layering to contain her, preventing escape. In reality, Ren had some suspicions about her, but still needed evidence.

He looked at Hiratsuka Shizuka with a serious expression. "How did you discover it?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka scratched her hair. "I bought some shonen manga at a doujinshi convention today, and found it in one of them."

"Doujinshi convention? What a coincidence, I was there too. Why didn’t I see you?" He was certain that Hiratsuka Shizuka was not among all the people he had controlled at the doujinshi convention.

"I had a friend go for me. Why were you at a doujinshi convention?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was very curious. Could this student, who was top in both academics and sports and also a Psychic, like light culture?

Ren spread his hands. "Helping a friend sell doujinshi."

"Doujinshi? R18?" Hiratsuka Shizuka blinked.

"Exactly," Ren sighed.

"Even a Psychic has such embarrassing moments?" Hiratsuka Shizuka teased, winking.

Ren sighed deeply, his eyes filled with desolation. "There are even more embarrassing things."

"What things?" Hiratsuka Shizuka was very interested.

"You know that doujinshi usually depict strange body parts, right?"

"Mm." Hiratsuka Shizuka was an adult after all; when she was lonely and bored, she would also look at some strange things to relieve herself, so how could she not understand?

"My friend perfectly replicated my ’weapon’ in the doujinshi according to scale." The thought of Eriri’s actions made his teeth ache. Didn’t that mean everyone who bought Kashiwagi Eri’s doujinshi would get to appreciate his ’weapon’? If they were purely lewd people, it would be fine; their attention definitely wouldn’t be on males. But what if there was a male homosexual, and a bottom at that... The thought of that scene gave Ren goosebumps. He absolutely had to stop Eriri from doing this in the future!

Hiratsuka Shizuka glanced at Ren’s crotch. Weapon? Wasn’t it just that? "Pfft ha ha ha!" Thinking of that image, she couldn’t hold back and burst out laughing. She really couldn’t hold it in; such a thing sounded utterly absurd. "Haha, are you feeling inferior?" Hiratsuka Shizuka patted Ren’s shoulder in comfort. Men, you know, they tend to feel inferior if they’re small or short.

"Get lost! I can make you beg for mercy." Ren shook off her hand, annoyed. "Stop wasting time. Get all your manga out. I’ll check them again."

"Haha... they’re all here." After her laughter subsided, Hiratsuka Shizuka lifted the entire cloth bag from the bottom, and all the manga books spilled onto the bed.

Ren observed them using his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. All of them had ordinary lines of death; none had the lines of death belonging to life. It seemed this paper was an exception, which further confirmed one of his terrifying conjectures.

A piece of paper, a living line-drawn woman, and the text "Cassy." As for the verification method, there was a very simple one. Ren looked at the paper and asked, "What’s your name?" The woman in the drawing looked at Ren, trembling, clearly not yet recovered from the fear she had just experienced.

Helpless, he had no choice but to retract his Mystic Eyes of Death Perception. "Relax, I won’t hurt you." Only by speaking kindly did the line-drawn woman calm down. Her hands were moving, making gestures.

Hiratsuka Shizuka leaned forward in astonishment, her hair even brushing against Ren’s face. "She’s doing sign language!"

"You can understand sign language? What is she saying?" Ren asked.

"Uh... I don’t understand," Hiratsuka Shizuka awkwardly scratched the back of her head. "Why would I learn sign language for no reason?"

Ren gave her a speechless glance, then refocused his attention on the paper. "You can write your name." The woman on the paper understood, bent down, and used her finger to draw on the paper. This time, it actually left a mark. It was a string of letters. After she finished writing, the letters left were "Cassy."

Ren could now basically confirm it: this was SCP-085, Cassy, the drawn person! SCP-085 preferred to be called Cassy. At once, his thoughts were chaotic and jumbled. The SCPs of the Foundation have appeared!

Holy crap... where are those absurd things? Divinity? Supreme Divinity? At this moment, the idea of taking his entire family and moving out of this world had already sprung into his mind. According to many settings, many of the supreme divinities in SCP are ridiculously overpowered, like infinite... infinite boxes and whatnot. Is that something a human can deal with?

Twelve-star apocalypse, and you’re pulling this stunt? This world is probably screwed, isn’t it? I’m tired, let it be destroyed! He could only destroy a small galaxy now, and suddenly such a huge stimulation came, his little heart couldn’t take it.

"Are you... alright?" Hiratsuka Shizuka looked worried. Ever since he saw Cassy’s name, Ren’s face had been alternating between pale and red, as if he had received some kind of shock.

After a long while, Ren let out a long breath and said with a wry smile, "I’m fine, it’s just that my feelings are a bit complicated." They truly were very complicated. In a mere few tens of seconds, he had thought too much.

In the end, he still decided to take things one step at a time. If there was truly no other way, he would take his whole family to another world for refuge. As for this world... heh, let it be; his life was more important. At least, no absurd SCPs, supreme divinities, or divinities had appeared yet, so there might still be a chance. Hmm... maybe.

Calming down, Ren placed the drawn person into the space he had created. She wasn’t a dangerous object, so there was no need to kill her; he could easily contain her. And he could also hand her over to Echidna for research later to figure out what she was.

"I’ll take this anomaly with me. If Shizuka-sensei finds any more anomalies, please notify me. Of course, if you encounter danger, you can also call for my help. As long as you’re on Earth, I’ll be there whenever you call." Ren suspected that Hiratsuka Shizuka might have a constitution that attracted anomalies, so he specifically reminded her.

"Alright, Teacher, I won’t be polite with you." Hiratsuka Shizuka was touched, but she casually patted his shoulder, not at all like a teacher. Ren didn’t mind; in fact, he quite liked this straightforward personality, similar to Marin.

He glanced at the hot-blooded manga scattered on the bed and told her, "There’s nothing abnormal in your manga; you can put them away now."

"Okay."

Hiratsuka Shizuka began putting the manga back one by one, when suddenly Ren’s eyes caught sight of a familiar cover, and he stopped her from putting the book away. "Wait a moment!"

"What’s wrong? Is there something wrong with this book?" Frowning, Hiratsuka Shizuka picked up the book and glanced at it. "Huh? A bishoujo manga?" Did I ask her to bring me a bishoujo manga? I don’t think so, right?

"Uh..." Ren saw the manga cover, his eyelids twitching, and his expression was strange. "Shizuka-sensei, did you ask someone to buy this?"

Hiratsuka Shizuka shook her head. "No, I’m only interested in hot-blooded manga. Maybe my friend bought the wrong one."

"That’s good then." Ren breathed a sigh of relief, having thought Hiratsuka Shizuka was also a perverted person.

"What’s wrong with this book?"

Sighing deeply, he replied with a complicated expression. "This is the doujinshi my friend drew."

"Huh?" Hiratsuka Shizuka remembered. Ren had mentioned before that his friend drew a doujinshi that perfectly replicated his weapon according to its proportion and shape. A mischievous smile played on her lips, and Hiratsuka Shizuka, in a grown-up manner, comforted him. "Don’t worry, a teacher won’t mock her own student. You’re still young; you still have a chance."

Ren’s head was full of black lines; what was she even talking about? He testily left, saying, "Then you enjoy it. I hope it doesn’t scare you. I’m going back." After he finished speaking, he disappeared.