I’m In Charge of SCP

At eight o'clock in the morning, Zhang Jue had just finished washing when he learned the news of Robert Bumaro's death. He was not in a hurry to worship, nor did he ask how to deal with the funeral, because Robert Bumaro must have made arrangements for these things.

In fact, since Robert Bumaro returned from a serious injury, the Cult of the Broken God has been mentally prepared for this outcome.

But when things came to an end, most people still couldn't hide the sadness in their hearts and cried out.

The whole city is full of mourning.

After the uncomplicated memorial ceremony, Robert Bumaro's body was thrown into the sea-in fact, from the moment he died, his body had become a pile of broken parts.

In the evening, the Church of the Broken God held an all-member meeting, and all members of the congregation in the City of Gears participated, confirming Zhang Jue as the next leader of the Church of the Broken God.

This was arranged by Robert Bumaro long ago without any problems.

The funeral arrangements are completed and everything is back to normal.

Zhang Jue held several meetings and confirmed with a group of senior leaders the next course of action for the Church of the Broken God.

——Low-key, low-key, low-key again.

After Robert Bumaro's death, the Cult of the Broken God has no leader, and the Foundation and GOC will definitely take advantage of this opportunity to make trouble.

With Zhang Jue in the middle, this process may not be so intense, but the premise is that the Church of the Broken God does not want to kill itself.

Therefore, Zhang Jue's strategy is to build high walls, accumulate food widely, and slowly seek hegemony.

Make a fortune in a muffled voice.

According to Zhang Jue's thinking, the Church of the Broken God is best at mechanical creation, so while recuperating, it can develop and grow in this area.

Only when one's own strength grows, will one not be bullied by others.

What kind of aircraft tanks, nuclear bomb aircraft carriers, all can be built for him.

The mechanical army may not be useful in the face of high-dimensional creatures, but it is enough to deal with ordinary scenes.

As for those ghosts and gods, he will do it himself.

Listening to Zhang Jue's eloquent talk, everyone felt that this was indeed a feasible solution.

But there is one difficulty that cannot be solved.

A staff officer raised his hand and said, "My lord, your idea is very good, but... how to solve the problem of resources?"

? ? ?

Zhang Jue was stunned for a while, and it took a while to realize that he seemed to have missed this important question.

The Church of the Broken God is good at manipulating machinery, but it cannot produce ore out of thin air.

Make bricks without straw.

He is a mechanical army and an aircraft carrier, so he doesn't know how much manpower and material resources will be consumed.

The Church of the Broken God has no technical barriers, but there is nothing that should be consumed.

Zhang Jue thought for a while, and the smile returned to his face.

"You can design the blueprints according to the plan first, and you don't have to worry about the resources. I will take care of it."

His smile was wretched, and he didn't know what bad idea came to his mind.

In this way, Zhang Jue stayed in the city of gears for three days.

In these three days, some people in the Church of the Broken God had a different impression of him.

The most obvious of these is Robert Bumaro's former secretary, Fusa.

Robert Bumaro is serious, upright, dignified and a leader.

Compared with him, Zhang Jue is a little frivolous.

Although he is already the leader of the Cult of the Broken God, he always likes to joke or say some irrelevant words.

Many times, Fusha wanted to remind him to pay attention to his image, but held back at the last moment.

She was very glad that she didn't talk too much.

Because she found that she really underestimated the newly promoted leader.

Unlike Robert Bumaro, Zhang Jue is younger and has a more open mind.

What mechanical army, what Transformers, what EVA Gundam.

Those seemingly unrealistic fantasies seemed to have the possibility of being implemented after he had unraveled them.

It has only been a few days since Zhang Jue took over the Church of the Broken God, and it seems that he has injected new vitality into this thousand-year-old sect.

Fusha looked at him, her eyes gradually changed from cold to gentle.

That night, Zhang Jue was staying up late working on a proposal.

Fusha walked into the room cautiously, put the coffee aside, and tiptoed to leave, for fear of disturbing Zhang Jue.

However, Zhang Jue stopped her.

"Wait a minute, Miss Fusha."

Fusha stood on the side obediently, lowering her head: "Just call me Fusha, sir, did I bother you?"

"That's not true." Zhang Jue shook his head and chuckled, "I'm a little sleepy, I just want to talk to someone—I heard that you have been serving as Robert Bumaro's secretary?"

"Yes." Speaking of Robert Bumaro, Fusa felt a little sad, but then she returned to normal. She nodded, "It's been about ten years."

Zhang Jue took a sip of coffee: "I think you have good abilities, are you interested in participating in church affairs?"

"ah?"

Fusa opened her mouth. Although she claims to be Robert Bumaro's secretary, most of the time, she is taking care of Robert Bumaro's daily life and doing some chores. At most, she is arranging meetings and delivering news. She participates in specific affairs and decides the future direction of the church. She doesn't have the guts.

However, Zhang Jue seemed to be determined to drag her into the water, and said in a persuasive way: "Actually, it's not difficult. Look at me, I just became the leader for a few days, and I'm pretending to be decent?"

"It's not pretending." Fusha retorted, "I can see that you, leader, are really capable of doing these things well, that's why Mr. Bumaro and those adults agreed to your succession."

This little girl is pretty good at talking, Zhang Jue laughed: "The ability is learned, you have been with Robert Bumaro for so many years, and you know more about the city of gears than some people in the staff department, how is it? Interested in trying?"

Fusha hesitated, "What if I can't do well?"

Zhang Jue chuckled: "How will you know if you don't try it? I'll tell you the truth, so what are you afraid of?"

Fusha frowned, thought for a while, and then said as if she made up her mind: "Okay, just try it!"

...

Two days later, after some urgent matters were dealt with, Zhang Jue set out on his way back.

According to the previous agreement, he only needs to be responsible for the formulation of the general direction, and the specific implementation is still in charge of the Church of the Broken God.

He couldn't stay here for long, so he had to leave.

Old Man Markfer, a diplomat of the Church of the Broken God, came to see Zhang Jue off.

Speaking of which, the two are also related.

The first time Zhang Jue came to the city of gears, it was Mark Fu who led the way.

Zhang Jue was about to board the ship, but Ma Kefu suddenly cupped his hands.

"My lord, please stay."

Makefer took a box from the entourage behind him and handed it to Zhang Jue.

"Mr. Bumaro has something for me to deliver to you."

Robert Bumaro has something for me?

Zhang Jue felt a little strange. He opened the box and saw a palm-sized gear lying inside, emitting golden light.

He recognized it immediately for what it was - a shard of divinity left after Robert Bumaro's death.

It was at this time that Ma Kefu handed over the things to him, presumably it was Robert Bumaro's order.

Zhang Jue could even guess that if he hadn't behaved well in the past few days and didn't really think about the Broken God Cult, then such a thing might never be handed over to him.

Now that he has received it, it means that, like Fusha, most of the top leaders of the Church of the Broken God have recognized his ability and his decision to be the leader.

Zhang Jue's ability was beyond their expectations.

These old guys from the Church of the Broken God never thought that this church that has been established for thousands of years and smells of decay still has so many possibilities.

Under Zhang Jue's leadership, they have even begun to look forward to the future of the Broken God Cult.

Zhang Jue put away his things and stepped onto the boat.

He waved his hand at Cog City, and the ship started to move.

As the ship continued to advance, Zhang Jue gradually became a point of vision.

Ma Kefu looked at the vast ocean in front of him, and read slowly:

"Mr. Bumaro, have you seen that you can finally leave now..."

...

Antarctic permafrost.

Woz pressed his chest while walking on the ice with difficulty.

This time, he was ordered to discuss cooperation matters with the Sarkic sect and assist Yarn to ascend to the gods.

It was going very well.

But who would have thought that Zhang Jue would pop out halfway.

It completely messed up his good business.

Wounded, he fled Alcada City.

However, what shocked him was that Yaen died, and was killed by Zhang Jue.

This shocked him immensely.

Has that Zhang Jue actually grown to this level of strength?

He regretted that he didn't listen to Joseph, and killed him when they first met.

Knowing that the plan failed, he went back and forth for a long time before returning here.

The old servant Joseph stayed outside and continued to investigate the situation.

Woz came to the bottom of a snow-capped mountain, found a specific stone, and tapped it a few times with a pistol. The camouflage on the surface of the stone fell off, revealing a keyboard-like thing.

After he entered the password, the snow mountain opened suddenly, revealing an entrance.

This is the headquarters of the Chaos Insurgency.

After the entrance opened, there was a man standing inside, with his hands on his shoulders, looking at Woz.

The visitor was none other than his brother, Fu En.

"My dear brother, you just came back? How is the Sarkic sect going?"

Fuen's eyeliner spread all over the world, and Yaen was killed by Zhang Jue. He naturally knew that he was waiting here at this time just to disgust his big brother.

Woz snorted: "Don't worry about the yin and yang, that Zhang Jue's strength has grown too fast, and it will be the result of whoever goes."

"Oh? Is that so? I hope father believes your explanation." Vaughan smiled and stepped aside, "Good luck, my brother."

...

Europe, Balkans.

As the only remaining one of the four Sarkic saints—Lavata curled up in her lair, trembling.

After being drained of most of her power by Yan, she has returned to her human form.

Few people know that she was Ion's wife.

At this moment, she is very weak, and it may take thousands of years to return to her original state.

Suddenly, a tiny spot of light appeared in front of her, like a firefly in the dark night.

Her eyes widened in disbelief.

Because she sensed Yaen's breath.

"is it you?"

she tried to ask.

But the point of light had no way of answering her.

This, she knew, was Ian, because the feeling was so strong, so familiar to her.

She suddenly realized that this was Yaen's consciousness!

The body of a god can be killed, but the will of a god cannot be destroyed so easily.

Zhang Jue beheaded Yaen, but he didn't expect that his consciousness would come here by accident.

Lavata swallowed the consciousness without any hesitation.

She rubbed her stomach silently.

"In that case, you should stay here, no matter how long it takes, I will resurrect you."

Lavata silently made an oath. She caught a few underground creatures and was about to eat, when suddenly her eyes lit up, and a person who couldn't see clearly appeared in the distance from the entrance of the cave with a torch.

"who?"

Ravata called out vigilantly.

You know, this is the underground of the Balkan Peninsula, and it is her lair.

Even the Foundation couldn't find her so quickly.

The man stepped out of the shadows slowly, looked at Ravata, and smiled.

It was this simple smile that made Ravata feel like his hairs were going to stand on end.

The strength of this person is terrifying, even worse than Yaen who has not ascended to the gods.

Even in her prime, she was no match for him.

The man said slowly: "You may not have heard my name, but it doesn't matter, you just need to know that I am one of your six commanders, that's enough."

"One of the six commanders?"

Ravata was wondering when she suddenly felt a sharp pain in her abdomen.

She lowered her head, only to see that her stomach had been cut open, and blood flowed all over the floor.

The tiny light that had just been swallowed by her was slowly flying towards the mysterious person.

The mysterious man held Yaen's consciousness in his hand and laughed again.

"With it, the master can be resurrected."

...

Oceania, Australia, Sydney.

A middle-aged man in a white coat is standing by the sea, looking into the depths of the Pacific Ocean.

He wears a pair of silver round glasses and has a receding hairline.

It is one of the four doctors of the apocalypse - Dr. Gears.

After the sun rose, he bowed slightly, as if saying goodbye.

From the beginning to the end, his face was unusually calm, showing no emotion at all.

After all this was done, he was about to leave.

A woman in a black dress and black boots appeared behind him.

"Are you still unwilling to go back with me?" she asked softly.

Dr. Gears shook his head calmly.

"I haven't found what I'm looking for."

The woman said: "What are you looking for? Tell me, I can help you, everything is in the library."

Dr. Gears shook his head again.

The woman sighed. They had had similar conversations many times, but there was still no result.

By now, she had almost lost all hope.

Suddenly, an obscure light spot appeared in the distant sky, floating towards the two of them in the golden morning light.

The point of light floated in front of Dr. Gears, suspended in mid-air.

Dr. Gears held out his hand.

The light spot fell on the palm of his hand, like a butterfly.

Dr. Gears felt warm, as if an old friend he hadn't seen in years was talking to him all night long.

After a while, the light spot disappeared and merged into his body.

And at this moment, something in his body seemed to be unsealed and was waking up little by little. \u003c/div\u003e