I’m In Charge of SCP

"However, what they robbed was not land, but time. They robbed us of more than a hundred years of time." The old man said to Zhang Jue. After listening to the old man's words, Zhang Jue was at a loss.

Can time be robbed? It was the first time he had heard of it.

Zhang Jue wanted to ask again, but suddenly there was a loud voice outside.

"They are coming! People from the four tribes are really coming!"

"Hurry up, hurry up, activate the defense mechanism, or it will be too late!"

Immediately afterwards, the woman named Usana broke into the tent just now: "Master Chief! People from the four tribes are coming, please start the ceremony!"

Zhang Jue didn't know why, so he saw the old man behind him sigh, slowly floated up from the ground, and walked out while maintaining a cross-legged posture.

Zhang Jue followed the elderly chief all the way to the outside of the tribe's fence.

He saw that the strangely shaped giant stone sculpture erected at the gate of the tribe unexpectedly shone with light.

As time went by, the light became more and more intense, and the flickering frequency became faster and faster.

Zhang Jue suddenly felt a little uncomfortable in his body.

His heartbeat seemed to be beating faster and faster as the sculpture flickered, and his blood vessels seemed to burst.

Since his body was strengthened, he hadn't experienced such an uncomfortable feeling for a long time.

What is this thing?

But there was no time for him to ask questions.

The situation was urgent, and all the people in this tribe knelt on the ground and worshiped devoutly.

And the chieftain slowly floated in front of the huge sculpture.

Zhang Jue saw that his eyes were closed, his hands were clasped together, and he was chanting something, as if he was reciting some spell.

Following the old man's incantation, the light on the sculpture became brighter.

And Zhang Jue became more and more uncomfortable.

He clutched his heart, feeling like his body was about to explode.

"stop--"

Just as Zhang Jue wanted to stop him, his vision went dark and he lost consciousness.

...

"How are you doing?"

"Forehead……"

Zhang Jue covered his head, opened his eyes, and saw Yang Xue's face.

"Dr. Yang, why are you here, where are we now?"

Yang Xue smiled: "Of course I'm at home, how do you feel?"

Zhang Jue looked around before realizing that he was sitting on Yang Xue's bed.

They are in that home in Yangxue Jiangzhou.

Zhang Jue rubbed his temples, still feeling a little dizzy.

He clearly remembered that he was still at the gate of that tribe just now, why did he suddenly cross over.

What happened to cause my memory loss?

Just as he was thinking, Yang Xue brought a bowl of medicine: "Drink the medicine."

Holding the black bowl of bubbling medicine, Zhang Jue was about to swallow it when he suddenly felt something was wrong.

He put the medicine on the bedside table, looked at Yang Xue, and asked, "Who are you?"

"I'm Yang Xue, what's wrong with you?"

"Stop pretending." Zhang Jue said, "Yang Xue doesn't know how to boil traditional Chinese medicine at all."

"I really can't lie to you, hehehehe——"

"Yang Xue"'s expression suddenly became vicious, and then turned into an invisible and intangible monster, completely pitch black.

It screamed, and the sound made Zhang Jue's ears bleed.

The surrounding space began to become distorted, and Zhang Jue felt that his body was about to be torn apart.

"ah--"

He woke up screaming.

I found myself lying on a hillside with fog in front of me.

It turned out to be a dream.

Zhang Jue hasn't had a dream for a long time, and even his world hasn't been back recently.

A sudden dream made him extremely vigilant.

Although he is not a superstitious person, a dream can't explain anything at all, but he just has an ominous premonition.

Nothing will happen to Yang Xue, right?

He frowned.

He took a private look, and found that he was back on the hillside before, and even the position where he lay down hadn't changed.

I don't know what happened after those people held the ceremony.

He looked around, could it be that time went back?

Zhang Jue went down the hillside, figured out the direction, and walked towards the tribe.

Half an hour later, he arrived at the gate of the tribe.

However, the sight in front of him surprised him.

The tribe was still the same tribe, the tents were still those tents, but they were completely different from the last time he came here.

The surrounding fences have become made of unknown metal, and there is even a glimmer of light.

The tent is also surrounded by some unknown material, the whole body is silvery white, there is no gap at all, it has a sense of technology, the gate at the front of the tribe has also changed from wood to a thick iron gate, and the painting on the tent The symbols are also different.

It gave Zhang Jue the feeling that he did not come to a nomadic tribe, but a steel city.

But since technology is so advanced, why do we still need to live in tents?

If it wasn't for the huge stone sculpture at the gate of the tribe still standing there, Zhang Jue would have thought he had come to the wrong place.

He thought of the submachine guns and rocket launchers in the hands of those villagers.

Is it possible that this tribe can light up its own technology tree through some means, and evolve from the old age of ruthlessness to mechanized and electrified modern people in an instant?

While anything can happen in the universe of The Authority, it's just too magical.

The only thing that was the same as before was that Zhang Jue was standing in front of the gate of the tribe, but he still couldn't see anyone.

Well, come to this trick again.

This time Zhang Jue was not fooled, and shouted directly: "Master Chief, Usana! I know you are inside, come out!"

Like the first time, no one responded to him.

After a while, Zhang Jue yelled again.

Still no response.

Could something really happen, Zhang Jue narrowed his eyes.

The weird ceremony they held just now was because the Four Tribes were about to invade.

Have they all been wiped out?

Zhang Jue couldn't say well either.

Ever since he came here, he felt that there was something weird about this place.

After pondering for a moment, he stepped into the metal gate,

After walking a few steps, his brows wrinkled again.

Because there are traces of battle everywhere.

Zhang Jue picked a tent at random and walked in, and found that there were black stains splashed on the ground and walls, which looked like dried blood.

A fierce battle must have been fought here.

Are you late?

Judging by the appearance of these bloodstains, it seems that not long ago.

Without hesitation, Zhang Jue immediately ran towards the largest tent.

After opening the curtain, Zhang Jue sighed.

There is also nothing left in this tent, everything has been looted.

What the hell is going on here?

Afterwards, he walked out of the big tent and went door to door to see if there were any survivors.

But sadly, no.

There are no living things here.

No rats, no flies.

No signs of life.

There are only some blood stains and traces of battle.

Zhang Jue guessed that they should have been exterminated.

It is very likely that the "Four Tribes" did this.

After Zhang Jue checked all the tents, he went back outside the gate.

At this point, it was completely certain that there was no sign of life in this huge tribe.

Either these people all escaped, or they fought until the last second and were captured.

The latter is unlikely.

Numerous details are telling him that this place has experienced a series of tragic battles.

He originally wanted to inquire about Dr. Acheson's whereabouts, but the surrounding area was so white that he didn't even know how to get out of here.

Zhang Jue suddenly felt a little tired. He sighed and leaned against the giant sculpture behind him, but he didn't notice that it started to glow again.

That dizzy feeling came again.

Zhang Jue covered his head and fell to the ground.

...

"Forehead--"

Waking up from the coma again, he rubbed his temples.

He seems to have crossed over again.

Because he was still lying on that hillside.

Zhang Jue snorted, and headed towards the tribe again, intending to see if there were any missing clues.

What he never expected was that there were human voices in the tribe.

Looking from afar, it seemed that there were figures shuttling between the tents.

What's the situation, haven't they been exterminated?

Zhang Jue quickened his pace and came to the gate of the tribe.

The huge stele still stands there.

"Hey, is anyone there!" Zhang Jue shouted into it for an unknown number of times.

After a while, a group of unarmed soldiers appeared in front of Zhang Jue surrounded by a person.

Not Usana, but another male.

"Who are you? Are you a spy sent by the four tribes?" he asked.

The question is, if he is really sent by the four tribes, will he still admit it voluntarily?

Zhang Jue looked at these people. Their clothes were completely different from what he had seen before, and even their accents were very different.

Only the tent and the stele reminded Zhang Jue that he was indeed in the same place.

He noticed that the symbols on the tent had changed again.

After thinking for a moment, he thought of a certain possibility.

"It doesn't matter who I am, but I am not hostile. Maybe I can help you. Can you take me to meet your chief?"

The man sneered: "Do you think anyone can see the chief? Come on, arrest him for me!"

Several guards surrounded Zhang Jue again. This was the second time he had encountered such a situation.

This time Zhang Jue did not choose to resist, but asked, "Dude, do you know Usana?"

"Usana?" The man frowned slightly. "You mean Usana from the Three Tribes? Are you from the Three Tribes? But I've never met you."

It turned out that Usana and the others belonged to the three tribes. Since they knew each other, it was easy to talk about it.

Zhang Jue said flickeringly, "It's great that you know her. Usana is my friend, but I'm not from the Three Tribes. I'm from the outside world."

...

Ten minutes later, Zhang Jue was brought into the largest tent.

The chief of this tribe is an old woman.

She sat cross-legged on the ground and looked at Zhang Jue.

"Young man, I heard Suoxi say that you are from the outside world, what are you doing here?"

"I'm here to find someone, but before that, I have something very important to tell you."

"What's up?"

"One of your tribes has been wiped out."

The old woman's expression changed slightly: "Which one?"

"I don't know which one, but they all have symbols like this painted on their tents."

Zhang Jue gestured in the air.

The old lady watched his movements and murmured, "It's the Seven Tribes."

Zhang Jue couldn't help asking: "Grandma, can you tell me what the relationship between your tribes is, maybe I can help you."

The old lady looked at Zhang Jue, as if she was assessing his credibility, and said after a while, "Well, no matter who you are, the situation won't get any worse anyway, and it won't be long before we will all be punished as well." The four tribes annexed."

The old woman sighed, and looked down at her feet: "There are seven tribes in this land. We have territories of the same size, but they occupy different periods of time. At the beginning, everyone lived in peace. Live and thrive in their own time, but I don’t know when, the four tribes began to plunder the time of other tribes crazily, our living space began to be compressed, their strength is very strong, other tribes are not their opponents, if you It is true, the seven tribes are extinct, and it is estimated that it will be our turn soon."

After listening to the old woman's words, Zhang Jue was stunned for a moment, and finally understood what the chiefs of the three tribes had said to him.

It turns out that here, the "territory" of the seven tribes is not space, but time. It seems that they should have the technology to travel through time.

But from the perspective of modern technology, time travel can cause many problems, such as the grandfather paradox.

And it sounds magical to plunder other people's possession of a piece of land. I don't know how these tribes do it.

Zhang Jue guessed that it might have something to do with the weird stone sculpture at the gate of the tribe.

Zhang Jue thought about it, no wonder he didn't find Dr. Acheson, he probably traveled to another tribe, and he was no longer on the same timeline as himself.

The old lady looked at Zhang Jue: "Young man, I can feel your strength is impressive, can you tell me who you are?"

"I'm an advisor to the Bureau of Abnormal Biology," Zhang Jue said.

"Advisor of the Administration of Abnormal Biology?" The old lady frowned, as if she hadn't heard of it.

"It doesn't matter." Zhang Jue smiled, "Grandma, can you help me teleport to another tribe?"

The old woman looked at him: "What are you doing?"

"As I just said, I came here to find someone." Zhang Jue said, "Of course, in the process, I will tell the other tribes about the destruction of the Seven Tribes, and then help you unite to resist the four tribes." Horde invasion."

The old woman said, "Young man, can I trust you?"

Zhang Jue spread his hands: "You also said that if you wait any longer, you and your people will only die slowly. If that's the case, why don't you take a gamble? Give it a try, and turn your bicycle into a motorcycle!"

...

Thanks to Qin Zhidaoer, a paratrooper and other big guys for their rewards, thank you everyone.