Dopaenth

Luo Shu, an avid enthusiast of anomalous phenomena, found himself transported into a world where the anomalies were all too real—but his luck ran out when he was condemned as a death row inmate, forcibly conscripted as expendable labor.

From that moment on, the Anomalous Containment Facility gained a new D-Class personnel: one unnervingly adept at containment. And with him, the world began to change...

This is a brand-new timeline. These are real anomalies.

Here lies the original SCP-173, the blood-drenched bride SCP-231-7, the shadowy O5 Council, the relentless Alpha-1 ("Red Right Hand"), the insurgent Chaos Insurgency, the looming XK-Class End-of-the-World Scenario, the reality-anchoring Stabilization Anchors, and the enigmatic SCP-2000 ("Mechanicus Deus Ex Machina")...

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SCP: Class-D Containment Specialist

Flight has always been a human dream—from Wan Hu's rockets to the Wright brothers' plane, all striving for the skies.

Even in an era of commercial aviation, people still yearn to fly under their own power.

Yet despite acquiring the Butterfly Metamorphosis ability, Loshu hesitated.

Yes, it granted flight—but at what cost?

Would he become a humanoid morpho butterfly, like Anomaly-CN-875-1?

If the transformation were reversible, fine. But if permanent?

Anomaly-1770 (Chainmaker) explicitly warned of irreversible changes.

Loshu wasn't ready to abandon his humanity.

With five minutes left of Unobservable, he hurried back to the B4 crossroads, blending into Achilles' Heel and "Flawed Beasts" as they retreated.

The thrill was electric.

"Flawed Beasts" were grotesque, visibly dangerous.

Achilles' Heel? Old "friends"—now blood enemies.

Barbie's form flickered, warping space around her. Everyone kept their distance.

Heracles, cradling "Memory's" corpse, was drenched in blood, teetering on madness.

Ares, with his restraint ability, remained a threat.

So Loshu walked beside "White Eyes" and "The Master."

"White Eyes" was terrified yet relieved—afraid of Loshu, but glad he wasn't the target today.

Loshu patted his shoulder approvingly. Smart kid. You live.

"The Master", however, was deep in strategy, plotting countermeasures.

Loshu sighed. "Do yourself a favor. Don't make trouble, and we'll all get along."

"The Master" muttered reflexively: "Duty demands action."

At B1's research sector, the groups split:

Achilles' Heel and "Flawed Beasts" ascended to Security for debriefing.

Loshu slipped away toward the women's restroom exit.

One last glance at Achilles' Heel.

Farewell. Hope we never meet again.

Back at his new hideout, Loshu lay awake despite exhaustion.

The past 24 hours replayed in his mind.

12 new pages in the Anomaly Catalog, from Anomaly-CN-1451 (Game Activation Stone) to Anomaly-CN-875 (Butterfly Allergy).

Two MTF abilities: "Cupid's Arrow" and "Memory Reading."

But something felt off.

For a normal person, killing wasn't trivial. It carried psychological weight—guilt, nausea, trauma.

Modern militaries had psychologists for soldiers with PTSD.

Yet Loshu felt nothing after killing "Cupid" and "Memory."

No trembling. No vomiting. Just cold efficiency.

Loshu had always seen himself as a transmigrated otaku, morally opposed to murder.

He'd assumed his first kill would leave him shaking and sick.

But reality? Detached precision.

Even watching Heracles grieve, he only felt fleeting guilt—no regret or hesitation.

Some inner conviction justified his actions.

Since when am I so resolute?

A normal person wouldn't:

Wield the Anomaly Catalog.

Be labeled "Revealer of Truth" by the Chaos Insurgency.

His identity was a lie.

The Chaos Insurgency might know.