On the one hand, Dr. Clive's aggressive search for the roots, and on the other hand, he regained the strength of his previous life, and decided to change his way of acting from "stable" to "wave", and as a result, something happened within a year.

“…… What's wrong? When confronted with the tactical responders who broke into his room, Lyle hesitated and gave up pretending to panic. Through years of confrontation with Dr. Clive, he already knows the true level of his acting ability, and there is no need to be embarrassed.

The tactical responders ignored Lyle and quickly dispersed, raising their guns to aim at Lyle from different angles.

It wasn't long before a researcher in a lab coat with a strangely shaped device walked in and stood cautiously about 1 meter away from Lyle - the device is called the "Scranton Reality Anchor", the principle of which is omitted, and the effect is to resist small and weak reality bending phenomena in a small area, which is the SCP Foundation's weapon against reality benders for a long time.

"No wonder Dr. Clive has been staring at you in the past, little friend Lyle." The last to enter the room was Dr. Rivad.

He was the successor of Dr. Clive after he left his job related to Lyle, and although he was also a bastard with no conscience, he finally did not bent on killing Lyle.

At this time, Lyle really didn't know where he was exposed, and said in confusion: "Dr. Rivard, what is going on?" ”

"These are the pants you wore yesterday." Dr. Rivard took the boy's pajama pants in a clear plastic bag from his assistant and pointed to the calf, "Can you tell us why there is cat hair on them?" ”

"Cat hair?" Lyle pretended to be confused, but his heart suddenly realized.

When he was out for a stroll last night, he happened to encounter the facility's mascot, SCP-529 (half-cat), a small gray-striped domestic cat that had disappeared from the back half of its ribcage but was able to survive normally.

Then again, if it weren't for the fact that the D-class personnel who recycled the clothes today were aware of it, this flaw would have passed.

Dr. Rivard, who noticed Lyle's expression, looked disgusted and said in a deep voice, "Each humanoid SCP's clothing is handled specifically and individually, and it is impossible to get cat hair from elsewhere for no reason. Besides, this must be SCP-529's hair, which doesn't usually go to the washing room because it hates the smell of washing liquid. ”

Lyle put away his confused look, and bloomed with what was probably the heartiest smile after being contained: "It seems that it is impossible to quibble~"

"So, how the hell did you get out of the containment unit and then come back inside without you knowing?" Dr. Riwald asked.

"It's impossible to answer~" Lyle shrugged.

"Originally, I didn't believe the answer given by a lying imp, and that's right." Dr. Rivard shook his head and waved, "Catch him!" ”

“！” Lyle's eyes froze, and he was about to use the magical power that scientists call the 'reality bending ability' to resist capture, but the Scranton Reality Anchor handed over by the white-coat researcher next to him out of survival instinct made him change his mind.

Of course, it's not because this thing has a limiting effect on him, he has learned to retreat from the magic and the realm of perpetuation, even the true gods of the infinite dimension can't stop him from using magic.

The current situation is that SCP staff believe that this thing will limit his power, and he is interested in what SCP Foundation staff plan to do with him in the future, and reversely tests humans.

"............" Lyle slowly raised his hands and performed a French military salute.

》》》》》》》

The first step is to restrict the movement of the restraint suit.

The second step is to move to a Keter-class containment unit.

The third step is to inject drugs to force a coma.

As a fourth step, contact experiments with SCP-682 (the Immortal Lizard) are to be conducted with the consent of the O5 Council.

SCP-682 is a large, monolithic reptilian creature of unknown origin, whose appearance changes with evolution. It has extreme strength, speed, reflexes, regenerative power, and adaptability, and can obtain energy from whatever substance it ingests to sustain regeneration.

SCP-682 displays extreme intelligence, possessing the ability to speak, but displays an aversion to all life. The SCP Foundation has decided to terminate it, but currently does not have the ability to completely destroy it, and is only contained in a 5mx5mx5m reinforced acid-resistant steel container filled with hydrochloric acid.

Of course, SCP-682 will be released in a 'corroded and tattered state' when contact is conducted.

"Whew~ Had a good night's sleep...... Just enough to adjust the biological clock, there is no need to reverse day and night in the future. Lyle, who had been pushed into the test site by the D-class personnel, stretched.

He is currently a creature whose soul dominates the body, and the anesthetic drugs basically do not work, not to mention that he used ingenious magic because he didn't want to be pricked, but in fact, not a drop of the medicine flowed into his body at all.

In other words, while Dr. Rivard was applying for permission to contact experiments through the Internet, he was not drugged with drugs, but was sleeping properly.

"Isn't this the infamous stinky lizard in the facility?" Because he had been sleeping, Lyle had just learned the results of his reverse test on humans, "Are you serious?" I just meowed out of the room, I didn't do anything harmful, and you're going to decide to throw me to the horrible SCP-682? ”

No response.

Dr. Rivard, who was hiding in a nearby laboratory and observing, focused on documenting the experiment.

"You're trying to force me out of the containment unit, but with SCP-682 as my opponent, I have a chance of dying, do you think it's okay to terminate me in disguise if the experiment fails?" Lyle shook his head in disappointment, he had some expectations for the SCP Foundation.

（………… Rather than attack, SCP-682 hung its head and retreated to the walls of the testing grounds, clearly showing the weak.

If it weren't for the fear of attracting an attack, it would definitely complain about Lyle, God He Meow has a probability of death, how big is the difference in strength between the two sides?

"Well, you're smarter than SCP-096 (the shy one), give you a snack." Lyle clapped his hands.

Procedure-Injustice Game, Lyle switches places with Dr. Rivard in the lab.

"Oh~I used to watch the contact experiment here, that's how it feels~" Lyle said this, looking back.

"Wow——!" Although they are not masterminds, they are also accomplices, and the researchers scream in fear.

[Carefully manipulates the device to record Dr. Rivard's behavior when confronted with SCP-682, then picks out his left eye and chops it up with a hard kick.] Lyle gives the command with word magic.

"Spare us, spare us!" The researchers begged for mercy, but their bodies were already involuntarily operating the equipment.

"Is this what a contained object is supposed to do?" Lyle sat on one of the office chairs, stretched out his hand, caught the Scranton Reality Anchor that flew over, and destroyed it after looking at it twice, "It feels good~"