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Dr. Gears' words silenced both worlds.
Dr. Clef and Dr. Bright stared at him in shock.
Even Leon Lake, standing behind them, was dumbfounded.
Ride 682?
Are you kidding me?!
The livestream chat immediately detonated.
> "WTF? Am I hallucinating?"
"That's not funny, man."
"682 is Keter-class! Has Kondraki completely lost his mind?"
"Who knows what goes on in these lunatics' heads?"
"Oh my god, they're all insane!"
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
The agents' smirks vanished instantly, replaced with genuine disbelief.
682 was no joke—it was one of the most feared Keter-level anomalies.
Conventional containment didn't work, and every breach left a trail of Foundation corpses.
Even Abel, SCP-076-2, had failed to destroy it.
And now… Kondraki wanted to ride it?
Nick Fury's single visible eye narrowed. If Dr. Gears wasn't joking, then…
Had Kondraki been planning this from the moment he volunteered to terminate SCP-083?
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On screen, after Dr. Gears spoke, everyone reacted differently.
The most stunned of all was Dr. Clef.
After a long pause, he blurted out:
> "This madman…"
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The old man's voice returned, heavy with weight.
> "At that time, Site-19's command center decided to completely seal floors seven through fifteen of Sector-3, locking down everything inside from top to bottom."
His voice grew heavier, almost grief-stricken:
> "With SCP-682 loose, SCP-083 still active, and Dr. Kondraki still breathing, the expectation was that the three would… kill each other."
The livestream chat froze.
The old man's tone turned bitter:
> "Once the survivors were visibly weakened from the fighting, containment teams would enter to retrieve them.
This plan was shortsighted—it ignored the extraordinary intelligence of SCP-682… and of Dr. Kondraki."
He paused, then added with barely suppressed anger:
> "Frankly, using nuclear weapons might have been the wiser choice."
---
The livestream exploded again.
> "Just how much does the Foundation hate Kondraki?!"
"This is straight-up murder-by-proxy!"
"Now I really wanna see what he did!"
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The footage resumed.
A disheveled Kondraki appeared on screen.
> "Damn it—"
SWOOSH!
SCP-682's claws sliced the air like guillotines, inches from Kondraki's head.
CRASH!
A cloud of butterflies swirled—and Kondraki vanished within them.
The claws smashed into a nearby reinforced wall.
The "indestructible" alloy shredded like wet paper.
ROAR!!!
Losing sight of Kondraki, 682 turned toward the only other moving target in the chamber—
The Duke.
Gulp.
The color drained from the Duke's face.
At that moment, he might as well have been swearing every curse word in existence.
He had wanted to capture Kondraki and tear him apart…
But the Fire Lizard wasn't giving him the chance.
In an instant, hunter became prey.
---
The chat spammed pity for the Duke.
> "Man's unlucky as hell."
"Teased by Kondraki, now target practice for 682."
"Couldn't happen to a better guy."
---
ROAR!!!
682 charged.
Its colossal body moved with terrifying speed, muscles rippling with absurd strength.
It hit the Duke like a freight train.
BOOM!!!
The collision was earth-shaking.
A Keter-class brawl had begun.
For a while, the air was filled with the sounds of—
Roars.
Flesh tearing.
Bones cracking.
Concrete collapsing.
No reality-warping tricks.
No supernatural distortions.
Just two monsters with inhuman physical power beating each other to a pulp.
Fist met flesh.
Each strike drew blood.
---
The livestream went wild.
> "YES! FIGHT! FIGHT! FIGHT!"
"This is pure, primal violence!"
"Best episode yet!"
---
Although the Duke wasn't as strong as 682 and lacked its monstrous durability, he managed to hold his own—at first.
But that didn't last.
682's true horror was its immortality.
Any injury it sustained was healed within moments.
The Duke's regeneration was decent—but compared to 682's?
It was nothing.
---
> "Wait, stop—"
"Hold on—"
"Damn it!"
The Duke tried talking to 682, but the Fire Lizard only answered with guttural, hateful roars.
The Duke stepped forward to reason with it—
And in a blur of motion, 682 lunged.
Too fast to dodge.
SSSKRRRT!
The sound was like tearing wet leather.
Two of the Duke's arms and one leg were ripped clean off.
He was hurled into a wall like a rag doll.
> "No—wait—!!"
Before he could even recover from the pain, a massive shadow fell over him.
The audience watched, horrified and thrilled, as 682's jaws gaped open—
And closed over the Duke.
One bite. Gone.
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Then… 682 stopped.
It slowly reared up on its hind legs—making a movement so absurd, it froze both worlds in stunned silence.
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