127. Explosion! SCP- Flying squid breaks Keter’s upper limit, feet step on narrative layer, elbow strikes supreme divinity! (Ch 127)

[The narrative field is being reshaped by unknown forces…]

[Target locked…Euclid anomaly? Wait, this data is wrong! ]

[When this guy shows up, the reality anchors have to bow their heads and toast him! The laws around him have to kneel down and sing “Conquer” to him!]

Above the sky, a line of huge characters with a strong typewriter ink style slowly emerged.

Every word seemed stained with rust and blood:

【SCP-3143】

[Codename: Murphylo]

[Or, you can call him——Lv Murfei! ]

In the picture, a man wearing a washed-out windbreaker,

He wore a soft felt hat with the brim pulled down low.

The man, with most of his face covered, slowly walked out from the dense rain and fog.

He held a half-burned cigarette between his fingers.

The scarlet fire was particularly dazzling in the black and white world, and the smoke blurred his already unclear face.

【A man with his own background music and black film filter! 】

[He can forcibly transform any real scene he is in into his own hard-boiled noir detective novel set! ]

[In his “story”, he is the only detective protagonist, and everything around him will involuntarily cooperate with his “performance”! ]

[Evaluation of him from the Foundation’s internal archives: This guy is really good at acting, and he can get others to cooperate with him in acting!

You never know what his next script will be, nor do you know which character in his story you will be unlucky enough to become! 】

[Euclid level? Don’t be ridiculous! The difficulty of containing this thing is close to Keter! ]

The world of covering the sky.

Beidou star field, deep in the ancient forbidden land.

Ye Fan had just recovered from the shock of the Seven-horned Devouring Spirit.

Just as I was thinking about the power of the narrative, the world suddenly took a 180-degree turn.

He looked at Lu Murfei, who appeared with a black and white filter and jazz music, and felt the tyranny of forcibly distorting the atmosphere of reality. Even though he was used to all kinds of methods used by ancient emperors, he couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows and a playful smile appeared at the corner of his mouth.

“Hey 13! This is quite interesting!” Ye Fan’s voice contained a hint of novelty.

“Forcibly changing the rules of reality so that everything around him, including people, things, objects, and even the atmosphere of time and space, must cooperate with him to play a detective drama in his mind?”

“This is even more domineering than my “Jie” Secret! The “Jie” Secret is to understand and evolve all laws, but this guy is directly imposing his own laws on the world!”

His eyes gleamed with a hint of eagerness to try: “This ability to directly start from the rules, distort other people’s cognition, and force the world to act… If I have the chance, I really want to meet him and see whether his script is more powerful or my fist is harder!”

“Or in other words, can we learn something from his unique way?”

Perfect world.

Stone Village, Under the Willow God.

“Wow! Wow! Wow!”

The naughty boy Shi Hao was holding a golden and shiny big beast leg and chewing it until his mouth was full of oil.

Seeing the “uncle” on the sky screen wearing a hat, smoking a cigarette, and walking with jazz music,

His eyes suddenly widened into a circle, brighter than the stars in the sky.

“This guy is so cool! Even cooler than the guy who played music in a spaceship last time!”

When seeing the ferocious armed personnel or calm and rational scientists in the sky display,

After Lu Murfei appeared, everyone started to behave strangely.

Speaking of incomprehensible lines and being completely involved in the black and white detective drama, Shi Hao was so excited that he almost threw away the beast leg.

“It’s so much fun! So much fun!”

He danced and shouted incoherently,

“I want that too! I also want everyone to listen to me and play with me! Whether they want to or not, they have to play with me!”

He raised his little face and shouted at Lu Mofei on the screen:

“Hey! The man in the hat! How did you get that ability? Can you teach me?

I also want those ancient relics and pure-blooded creatures to be obedient, to line up to send me precious medicines, and to fight with me without fighting back! How majestic that would be! ”

The willow god gently swayed its branches, emitting a soft halo of light.

There also seems to be a hint of curiosity about this strange ability to directly tamper with the narrative of reality.

A world where mortals cultivate to become immortals.

In the spirit world, inside a heavily guarded secret cave.

Han Li, Han Old Demon, was sitting cross-legged at this moment.

With his eyes slightly closed, spiritual energy slowly flowed around his body, and it was obvious that he was comprehending some mysterious technique.

The sudden change in the sky made him slowly open his eyes, his gaze was deep and calm.

He quietly watched the introduction of SCP-3143 on the screen.

And in the clip where he demonstrated his abilities, there was no emotion on his face, but his mind was full of thoughts.

“This person… this kind of existence can rely on his own strength,

Distorting the appearance and internal logic of reality, forcibly incorporating the surrounding environment and even the will of living beings into its preset narrative framework…”

Han Li stroked his chin, a gleam of light flashing in his eyes that only he understood.

“The Foundation classified it as Euclid, and I’m afraid it greatly underestimated its potential threat and uncontrollability.”

“The seven-horned soul-devouring creature previously used a purely anti-narrative concept to erase things. It was majestic, overbearing, and unstoppable.

And this Lu Mofei, in a subtle way, tampered with the plot from the root.

The enemy will fall into his trap without knowing it, and act according to his will until the end of the play.”

“If we could harness this ability to distort reality and weave narratives…”

Han Li calculated rapidly in his mind.

“Then when facing a strong enemy, can’t you set up a scenario that is most beneficial to yourself?

Let the enemy weaken themselves, or even destroy themselves? This is more bizarre and difficult to guard against than any sophisticated formation or vicious restriction. ”

“Although this person only showed the influence of Euclid, the nature of his ability,

I’m afraid I’ve touched upon some deeper rules… Its potential is truly immeasurable, and even more difficult to deal with than some seemingly more powerful Keter-level entities.”

Han Lao Mo silently memorized this “Lv Murfei” and the “narrative manipulation” anomaly he represented, and became more vigilant.

The world of immortals.

Luotian Star Region, a desolate planet for cultivation.

A strange cry that was shrill yet mixed with ecstasy erupted from a group of faint light and shadow of the soul.

“Oh my god! Oh my god! Oh my god!”

Situ Nan’s soul was so excited that it jumped up and down, and he almost performed a back-and-forth jump on the spot.

“What the hell is this?! He walks with background music and black and white special effects? He can even get everyone to act with him?!”

He pointed at the impressive Lu Murfei on the sky screen, his voice becoming a little sharp due to excessive excitement.

“This guy is a walking bug! He’s the true son of the laws of heaven and earth, right?! Is it okay to just change the script?!”

Situ Nan’s soul’s face showed extreme envy, jealousy and hatred, as well as a hint of obscene fantasies.

“Damn it, if I had this skill back then, would I have been hunted down by those old bastards and had no way out?!”

“I’ll just change the script so that they cry and beg me to take them in as my younger brothers, and serve them tea and water and massage their backs and legs every day!”

The more he thought about it, the more beautiful it became, and the water was about to flow down.

“Damn it, if…if I, bah, if I master this ability, the first thing I’ll do is!”

Situ Nan’s eyes flashed with revenge and evil spirit.

“The first thing to do is to change the script of that little bastard Wang Lin!”

“Let him wear open-crotch pants every day and run naked throughout the Cultivation Alliance, shouting that Situ the Great Ancestor is the best in the world.

I, Wang Lin, have no eyes to recognize the great man. I stole the old ancestor’s body. Please forgive me!”

“If Qingshui keeps telling me jokes every day,

If he doesn’t speak well, I’ll punish him by making him shovel manure! And that Red Butterfly, change her eyes to flirt with me every day and she won’t marry anyone but me!”

“Hahahaha! Just thinking about it makes me so happy that I’m about to lose my mind!”

Situ Nan was spinning proudly above the ruins, as if he had already seen that wonderful future.

Above the sky, the black and white picture that was broken and then reassembled stabilized at this moment.

The picture focuses and the camera slowly moves in.

It was a dark, shabby room, with a crack in the shutters.

A few rays of pale moonlight stubbornly squeezed in, barely outlining the outline of the room.

The air was filled with cheap whiskey, unextinguished cigarettes, and a faint smell of blood.

An old desk that was badly worn out, with a desk lamp emitting a dim glow.

A half-empty bottle of whiskey and a glass next to it.

The amber wine in the glass and a few crystal ice cubes are blending in an ambiguous way.

[Scene: Murphy Detective Agency]

[Time: Midnight, or any damn time suitable for a tough guy to think about life]

The camera turned to the man, Lu Murfei.

He was still wearing the washed-out windbreaker and the felt hat, but at this moment, he was not standing in the rain.

He leaned back in the creaking swivel chair, one leg casually draped over his shoulders while the other supported his body’s center of gravity.

The cigarette between his fingers flickered, the smoke lingering like the unsolvable mystery in his heart.

He slowly raised his other hand, covered his left chest, and frowned slightly.

[Close-up: On the left chest of the windbreaker, a bullet hole that had been hastily treated was faintly visible, with some dark bloodstains on the edge.]

[Yes, you read that right, our detective has a fresh lead bullet in his chest! ]

[This damn romanticism, this damn tough guy persistence, the level of coolness at this moment directly broke through the sky! ]

[All that’s missing is the Amenhotep that’s engraved in my bones! ]

Lu Mofei picked up the wine glass on the table, raised his head and took a big sip.

The ice cubes hitting the wall of the cup made a crisp sound, which was particularly clear in this silent black and white world.

He put down his glass and spoke slowly in his magnetic voice, as if soaked in whiskey and cigarettes for countless nights.

As if he was speaking to the air, or to an invisible audience, he was conducting his eternal monologue:

“Oh……”

A chuckle, three parts self-mockery and seven parts unruly.

“Those people in white coats at the Foundation are always trying to stuff me into one of their little boxes.”

He paused, as if savoring the aftertaste of the whiskey, or savoring a sense of fate in these words.

“I know they will come sooner or later, like a swarm of flies smelling blood, buzzing endlessly.”

He picked up the wine glass, looked through the wine in the glass, and looked out the window at the black and white city night scene.

His eyes are as sharp as an eagle and as deep as an ancient well.

“But they want to take me in?”

The corners of Lu Mofei’s mouth curled up in a rebellious arc, full of contempt for authority.

“Oh, then they need to make their boxes a little bigger.”

He took another sip of wine, his Adam’s apple rolling.

“No, not just bigger…”

“It has to be thicker! Thick enough to hold a whole damn film noir!”

[This aura! This line! This damn oppressive feeling! ]

[Even if the sky falls, even if the world is destroyed, he has to wait until he finishes this glass of wine, smokes this cigarette, and completes this act! ]

The world of Douluo Continent.

Shrek Academy, somewhere in a corner.

“Cough! Cough cough cough!”

Ma Hongjun was holding a cigarette with one hand on his waist and imitating Lu Mofei with the other hand.

He took a deep breath of air, but ended up choking on his own saliva, making his face turn red.

“Wow! So handsome… so handsome! This is… ahem… this is what a man should be like!”

While coughing, he looked up at the sky with shining eyes, his face full of admiration.

“That look, that movement, that line! It’s amazing!”

“No, no, I need one too!”

He turned to Oscar who was standing next to him and shouted excitedly:

“Xiao Ao! Xiao Ao! Quick! Give me a cigar… No, give me a recovery sausage. I want the thickest and most powerful one!”

“I’m going to hold it and talk like that detective uncle!”

Oscar looked at him with a dark face:

“Fatty, are you stupid? My martial spirit is food-type, not item-type! Besides, why did you learn that? Do you want to get beaten by Boss Dai?”

Dai Mubai stood aside, frowning slightly, looking at Lv Mofei on the sky, with a solemn look in his eyes:

“This man is not simple. That aura comes from his bones.”

Tang San was thoughtful:

“This ability to forcibly change the atmosphere of the surrounding environment and even affect other people’s minds…

It seems to be similar to the domain of some spiritual masters, but more domineering and more… conceptual.”

Naruto world.

In Konoha Village, inside a pub.

Asuma Sarutobi was sitting at the bar, a burning cigarette in his hand, the air filled with smoke.

He just took a deep breath and saw the image of Lu Mofei drinking, smoking and monologue on the sky curtain, and slowly exhaled a long smoke ring.

His eyes became somewhat complicated, showing both admiration and a hint of inexplicable resonance.

“This man…has a story.”

Asuma’s voice was low and hoarse, with the calmness unique to adults.

“Every movement, every look, every word he said seemed to be telling a story of an unknown past.”

“That kind of stubbornness that seems to be against the whole world, but still insists on living in its own style…”

He thought of his father, of Yu, and of the heavy fate he had to face.

“They are full of tenacity and will never bow to fate.”

Xihihong beside him looked at Asuma, then looked at the sky, and said softly: “He must be very lonely in his heart.”

Shikamaru yawned and said lazily, “What a troublesome guy… However, this way of living, although troublesome, seems… not bad.”

One Piece World.

The Grand Line, on a drifting ship, or in a dark stronghold.

Crocodile sat on a huge sofa chair, and the smoke from the cigar also filled the air around him.

He looked at Lu Mofei’s rebellious face in the sky.

As if he didn’t care about anything, he grinned and let out his signature hoarse laugh.

“咈咈咈咈咈……..hehehe…”

The laughter was low and full of oppression, making the men around him feel a chill.

“Interesting man.”

Crocodile’s golden hook flashed a cold light under the light, and he tapped the handrail lightly with his fingers wearing many rings.

“Faced with a behemoth like the Foundation, faced with so-called containment, you can still be so calm, even with a hint of… provocation?”

He seemed to see a trace of his own past in Lu Mofei, the kind of indifference and challenge to the rules of the world.
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