I’m In Charge of SCP

"All of you have worked hard." These were the first words Zhang Jue said when he saw Smith and his crew.

"I need to poop, is there a bathroom?" The second sentence was this.

From the west coast of the United States to Europe and then, in a sense, from Europe to Balkan Lake, Zhang Jue had traveled a great distance, but he had to do it. Without traveling to Romania to see it for himself, he didn't feel at comfortable. But time was more limited back then.

Especially since the perimeter of the city of Arcadia was already under martial law, with the outer perimeter being cordoned off by the governments and the inner layer occupied by the Foundation and GOC. Zhang Jue had really struggled to get here without alerting the Foundation.

In actuality, Smith was unable to comprehend Zhang Jue's strategy. With his current standing, he only needed to worry about the thirteen members of the Foundation; it was good that he did not bully others, so why did he need to be so cunning?

Zhang Jue could only raise his hand when he appeared to notice Smith's skepticism.

"Little Smith."

Smith was older than him, but he typically distinguished between the two Smiths by calling them that.

"I'm hurting inside if you don't make it. Despite the fact that I hold the titles of Special Advisor to the Foundation and Class A officer with Level 5 security clearance, the Foundation doesn't trust me because they are only fictitious titles."

Zhang Jue appeared to be quite dejected as he rubbed his chest with his hand. "As you can see, there is already a cult endangering humanity after such a significant event, and the Foundation still has no intention of telling me about it. If we hadn't looked into it ourselves, I'm afraid I would still be in the dark right now. To put it another way, if that Saarn was successful in becoming one of the gods, I would probably perish without knowing how I perished."

Will Smith gave it some thinking, and it is actually the truth. The Foundation did not even alert Advisor Zhang to the fact that such a cruel tragedy had occurred in Arcadia City, which is perhaps a bit unfair.

Jiang Zhang sighed. "Smith, have you ever heard of the adage "bad money drives out good money"? Some individuals in the Foundation's upper echelons are concerned that my rapid promotion would endanger their position. I had to continue on my own because I couldn't bear to think that humanity was in peril."

Zhang Jue was helpless and appeared to be in a great deal of sorrow. His acting prowess absolutely duped Smith. Zhang Jue appeared instantaneously taller in his eyes. Smith wasn't just fighting for his life; he also understood that anything might happen when politics and power are involved.

I'm sure that couldn't be prevented, not even in a company like the Foundation. It was as though he could picture Zhang Jue sitting in solitude in his chamber, thinking about the fate of humanity. How solitary it felt.

"Advisor Zhang, don't be disheartened, I will help you, and if there is anything you wish to do, just ask," he stated consolingly.

When the incident was handled, Zhang Jue promised to give everyone a drink. He then caressed Smith's shoulder while covering his red eyes.

Smith sincerely wanted to help humanity, but he hadn't been following Zhang Jue for very long. Zhang Jue needed to gradually and subtly modify his opinion; there was no need to rush.

Smith briefly interrupted Zhang Jue to explain what had transpired the previous evening before calling the young girl who had been saved to the front. The little girl appeared to be between the ages of 14 and 15. Even if disheveled and ragged, there ought to be a tiny beauty embryo on the face. She might develop into a scourge of the nation and its citizens with enough time.

"What's your name, young lady?" Zhang Jue enquired.

"My name is Sanna," the small girl said, turning to face him.

"Sienna...." Zhang Jue clutched his chin, appearing to recognize the name, "Can you tell me what's going on in Arcadia City?"

Heh, This was a line Zhang Jue frequently used, and he lifted his brows. Zhang Jue took after him. How about this, Sienna? If you can respond to my inquiries, I'll make sure you won't go lost and starving once more.

With her head bowed, Sienna appeared to be weighing the merits of the offer. She eventually nodded and said, "If you have any questions, feel free to ask."

"Nowadays, according to what I've heard, Arcadia holds rites every night, don't you think? Know what they are doing, do you?"

"That's correct." Although I'm not entirely clear what they do, Sienna remarked, "It starts in the evening and lasts till the early hours of the next day. It must be some type of ritual right?"

Smith appeared to be correct. "Have you heard of the name Saarn?" Zhang Jue repeated.

"Of course." She said. "I'm afraid that everyone in Arcadia is aware of it at this point." Seinna added.

"Oh? How so?"

"Don't you know that she is the next generation of the God of Flesh and Blood," Sienna said to Zhang Jue.

Heh, has it gotten to the point that everybody on the street is aware of it? Sure enough, as Bumaro had said, the Sarkic Cults had gone to considerable lengths to gather adherents in order for Saarn to become a deity.

Zhang Jue questioned her when she turned to face him, "So why didn't you participate in the rituals?"

"Do not want to participate, so do not participate." Sienna exclaimed.

Zhang Jue could only keep asking, "What else do you know?" despite the words being patronizing and his lack of ability to respond.

"I also know something that may interest you." Sienna grinned abruptly.

"Oh?" Zhang Jue asked, "What is it? tell me?" as he became increasingly aware that the young lady was not straightforward.

"I can tell you, it's not impossible." Sienna responded, "But you have to tell me who you are."

"Does it matter what I am when there are so many devils and demons outside of Arcadia?"

"If you don't say, forget it." Sienna brushed her head.

"I'm not terrified to tell you that I'm Zhang Jue, the "beautiful lad of the Century," the one who is adored by everyone, whose flowers grow, whose pear blooms press the begonia, the one who is the most handsome person in the universe. How about that, scared?"

"Zhang Jue?" Sienna made a small frown. "Not familiar with it."

"Cut the bullshit, you're ignorant, so stop saying that. Now, tell me what else you know that intrigues me."

"On the night of the full moon, it is reported that Saarn, that powerful warlock of the Sarkic Cults, is ready to ascend to the gods."

Zhang Jue's eyes widened when the young girl said the second half of the sentence, but he was still unperturbed by the first sentence.

Zhang Jue had a glance at the calendar; the day was the twelfth of the fourth month of the Chinese lunar calendar, and as Arcadia City's longitude was comparable to that of China, Saarn would formally rise to the gods three days later.

"Little sister, how do you know about this matter?" Zhang Jue asked, looking into her eyes.

The little girl stared at him aggressively and unafraid, saying, "You will naturally know when the moment is right."

There is no doubt that Sienna, the young child, is exceptional. According to Smith's account, the residents of Arcadia City had either joined the Sarkic Cult or transformed into those flesh and blood monsters. As a result, only she could be left alone, which was an extremely odd situation.

Zhang Jue gave her a brief moment of attention but couldn't recall her name, so he eventually departed the lounge. Sienna licked her lips and flashed a seductive smile as she stared towards the direction Zhang Jue fled.