Fight To The Death

After Luoshu moved away from the crowd, the Site-CN-02 field commander breathed a sigh of relief—but also felt a pang of confusion.

Why would a "ruthless fugitive" willingly give up the advantage of human shields? Even if the MTFs were forced to fire, hiding behind civilians would have guaranteed his survival.

This was the act of someone unwilling to harm innocents.

If every wanted criminal had such humanity, the world would be a better place.

Meanwhile, "The God"—who claimed to protect the world—showed no such scruples.

What kind of world needed defending like this?

As the commander wrestled with these thoughts, Luoshu found himself cornered.

Bullets chipped away at his escape routes, shredding building facades into hailstorms of debris.

Within seconds, shrapnel gashes crisscrossed his body, staining his clothes with blood.

Then came Abel's spatial fissure—paired with twin streams of gunfire—leaving nowhere to dodge.

At the last moment, Luoshu spotted a curious onlooker peeking from a nightclub door.

An idea struck.

The Chase

Luoshu blinked behind the man, bolted into the club, and raced upstairs to the rooftop—a dead zone for ground fire.

"The God" saw through his plan instantly:

"He's escaping via the roof! Stop him!"

Abel leaped like a monster, scaling walls with bare hands to reach the top.

Barbie charged through the club's interior, shattering doors with spatial fragments.

"The God" simply warped ahead, blocking Luoshu's path with spatial barriers.

Trapped, Luoshu faced:

"The God" barricading the front.

Abel closing in from behind.

Barbie cutting off the stairs.

Then came the final touch:

"The God" aimed a red laser pointer at Luoshu.

Attack drones descended, their guns syncing to the laser's mark.

No way out.

Abel's next slash came horizontally—a cleaving arc that forced Luoshu to dive flat.

As drone fire stitched toward him, he rolled back into the stairwell, gasping for respite.

The Trap Tightens

Now:

Abel pursued from above.

Barbie stormed from below.

Luoshu ducked into the VIP floor's maze-like corridors, only to hit a dead-end: a windowless private room.

His options dwindled:

Enter My Cult Leader World—risking:

Foundation UV-flushing him out.

Being sealed in permanently (like Prester John).

Fight.

Knowing "The God," Option 1 meant death anyway.

Time to go all-in.

The Last Gambit

Luoshu flipped open The Anomalous Item Catalog.

Overusing abilities burned life force, but survival demanded it.

His current limit: four simultaneous abilities.

(Subtracting Unobservability, he could activate three more.)

He needed a combo to break through Abel and Barbie.

Rejected options:

Persuasion/Cult Leader: Required willing listeners (not mid-combat).

Mental Enslavement: Failed on Abel before; Barbie's willpower was just as formidable.

SCP-012's Martyr Light: Too slow, too weak against strong minds.

SCP-668's Apathy Field: Useless against these two.

Then—inspiration.

SCP-166's Degradation Aura.

Why didn't I think of this sooner?

It would've:

Disabled the MTFs' guns.

Wrecked those damn glasses.

No time for regrets.

Activate.

The Tides Turn

As the aura pulsed outward:

Gun barrels rusted mid-fire.

Abel's glasses cracked, lenses fogging.

Barbie, halfway up the stairs, stumbled as her spatial shards destabilized.

"The God" flinched—his barriers flickering.

Now.

Luoshu blinked past Abel, slammed a palm into Barbie's chest (activating Reality Theft), and leaped off the rooftop as drones rained malfunctioning fire.

He hit the pavement rolling, then vanished into Beijing's neon sprawl.

Behind him, "The God's" roar echoed:

"FIND HIM!"

But the hunt had just begun.