Mash-up Anime World: Creating the SCP Foundation to Contain Anomalies Chapter 315 - 309: The Fallen Progenitor of Dragons, the Ori

According to the intel provided by the dragon:

The Illusory Realm was, just as its na suggested, a world seemingly born from human imagination.

It had dragons, elves, giants, beastn—

In fact, aside from humans, nearly every race found in fantasy could be found within the Illusory Realm.

Dragons were the strongest race in this realm, yet they never engaged in mass slaughter or pillaging of the other races.

Just like how they treated the humans on the other side of the box.

Dragons maintained a friendly stance toward other lifeforms and made friends with these races.

In the Illusory Realm, there was almost no conflict.

The diverse races thrived and even cooperated harmoniously. It was a level of peace difficult to imagine.

At least, for humans, it was unimaginable.

After receiving continuous intel, the Foundation chose to monitor the dragon's presence rather than act aggressively.

When faced with friendly anomalies, the Foundation generally refrained from using force.

Though humans still harbored suspicions about the dragon, at the very least, they needed to try and befriend it.

Reading the intel on slips of paper sent by the dragon, Haruto's thoughts stirred. A new interactive project began to take form in his mind.

It was a project based on an unverified rumor.

Among the unedited tales surrounding the Scarlet King—

Many legends revolved around the ScarletScarlet King's offspring.

Born from maidens, these impure creations—his children—were never born out of thin air.

Each was backed by volus of unconfird lore.

Among them, the Scarlet King's fourth child—

There was significant evidence pointing to the Indestructible Lizard (SCP-682) being the King's fourth child.

And regarding the Indestructible Lizard, there was another tale.

A tale of the Progenitor of Dragons.

In the endless cosmos and uncountable ti, all sorts of beings existed. From conscious statues to world-devouring eels—there was no limit to the bizarre. And in a mundane world, amidst unspeakable chaos, the first dragon was born.

Over ti, dragons multiplied and ca to inhabit most worlds across the multiverse.

This first dragon ca to be known as the Progenitor of Dragons.

It possessed unmatched divine power, as well as wisdom that saw through all things. This mighty progenitor conquered one multiversal world after another.

Wherever its power reached, dragons followed.

As a race, dragons stood at the pinnacle of the multiverse—almost invincible.

And then, a formidable enemy appeared.

No one knew where this enemy ca from or what its goal was.

In fact, at the ti, no one even realized that this enemy's shell took the form of a human. The enemy, wielding a long and slender blade, traversed dragon-filled worlds—

Hunting—

No, slaughtering them.

Cutting off their claws, stripping away their scales, draining their blood, severing their wings.

To prevent extinction, the Progenitor of Dragons relocated the remaining dragons to distant worlds.

And as expected, the mont it confronted the enemy—battle erupted instantly.

The enemy's strikes were sharp and precise.

Every thrust and slash aid directly at vital points. But the Progenitor possessed boundless regenerative power.

It was a born predator, able to adapt to any threat.

Yet even such a transcendent being felt the toll of endless battle.

It could feel its divine power waning, its wisdom slipping away. If it continued like this, its injuries would beco eternal. So in the next exchange, the Progenitor no longer retreated. Instead, it lunged and bit down on the enemy—

Dragging them both into the cracks between the multiverse—a realm of eternal darkness and chaos.

And then ca the endless fall.

During this fall, countless divine forces from the multiverse entwined with the Progenitor.

Its wings were lost forever.

Its wisdom drowned in chaos—it no longer rembered the long history of dragons.

In fact, it nearly perished in that dark descent.

Until the Scarlet King caught a glimpse of it.

Right before complete corruption, the Progenitor rembered only one thing—

The human-shaped enemy.

It knew—this enemy must have suffered equally.

His life would end.

His na would be forgotten.

His legacy would be buried.

He would cease to exist.

The Progenitor closed its eyes.

It fell for tens of thousands of nights and days, for countless ages.

Eventually, it landed in a world—

And everywhere it looked, it saw creatures with the sa shell as the enemy.

Though it had forgotten its ancient mories, the battle with the enemy seed engraved into its bones.

And so, with a piercing roar, it charged forward—massacring every 'enemy' it could see.

Just like...

Just like when the enemy had invaded the world of dragons.

It was as if fate was an ouroboros—an endless serpent biting its own tail. This legend circulated through Foundation docuntation to so degree.

It provided an explanation for the origin of SCP-682, its immortality, and its hatred of humanity.

Haruto thought—perhaps this legend should be verified.

And so, the Indestructible Lizard (SCP-682) was transferred from Site-17 to Site-01. Into a specially reinforced containnt chamber tailored just for it.

Haruto stepped inside slowly, placing the box of "Where The Dragons Went" on a table not far from the Indestructible Lizard.

The Lizard's six eyes glanced at Haruto, then at the box.

Then, it looked away, continuing to lie in the sulfuric acid.

In truth, ever since it was first contained, SCP-682 showed no interest in Haruto.

Every other human who entered the Lizard's containnt chamber would imdiately trigger its rage—it would try to tear them apart.

Only Haruto was an exception.

Clearly, to SCP-682, Haruto was sothing fundantally different from a human.

Haruto made no effort to communicate with it.

He simply waited silently.

After a while, the box of "Where The Dragons Went" opened, and black smoke quickly dispersed into the room.

The dragon entered its released state.

Origami dragons flew out from the box.

This scene imdiately drew the Lizard's attention.

Its six eyes locked onto the flying paper dragons, and it rose from the acid, attempting to approach them.

Foundation personnel tried to initiate containnt procedures—

But Haruto stopped them.

SCP-682 moved closer, carefully observing the origami dragons. The paper dragons circled around it, fluttering in the air.

The room fell silent.

During this ti, SCP-682 kept watching them.

After its observation, it began scratching at its own hide, emitting a hissing sound.

"What are they?"

SCP-682 asked Haruto.

Its speech was rushed—it clearly desperately wanted an answer. Even more so than when it had once seen images of death itself.

"A species called 'dragons.'"

Haruto replied.

The hissing grew louder.

Then, with a beastly roar, SCP-682 went into a berserk state.

Even with Haruto standing nearby, it attempted to breach containnt. At this mont, another anomaly was introduced into the room.

It was the Tickle Monster (SCP-999).

Once inside, SCP-999 actively interacted with SCP-682, wrapping its tendrils around the Lizard's head and trying its best to hug it.

Thirty seconds later, the rampaging SCP-682 cald down.

"I don't understand."

It transmitted this ssage—

Then returned to its pool of sulfuric acid.

After SCP-999 detached, SCP-682 fell into a deep sleep for 36 hours.

Haruto then removed both SCP-999 and "Where The Dragons Went" from the room. At first glance, this interaction experint seed inconclusive.

But in truth, it was highly valuable.

First—regarding the legend of the Progenitor of Dragons—

Judging by the experint, it was most likely true.

SCP-682 showed a unique reaction to "dragons."

Before this, it only ever reacted to humans—with nothing but hatred and destruction. Additionally, according to past records, whenever Haruto was present at the site, SCP-682 never attempted to breach containnt.

It seed to know it would be pointless.

So now, the origin of SCP-682 finally seed complete.

It was no longer an anomaly of unknown origin.

It was the Progenitor of Dragons from the multiverse—a legendary higher-dinsional being.

Fallen into the cracks of reality after battling the "enemy," and corrupted by the Scarlet King.

The entity of the fallen Progenitor existed in higher dinsions and its projection in other worlds beca known as SCP-682.

This was the true origin of SCP-682.

And there was another discovery—about SCP-999.

Its powers had grown stronger.

In just thirty seconds, it managed to soothe its sibling—

A feat that left everyone astonished.