A Test Above

After an unknown amount of time, Zhang Jue woke up with his head and body in a state of pain. He knew that Shirley's self-healing ability had saved his life again.

It was dark, but fortunately, the flashlight and backpack had fallen right next to him. The SCP-issued flashlight was made in excellent quality, so he picked it up, tapped it twice in his hand, and it came back on.

The place where he had fallen was a vast black cave with very sharp edges, certainly not naturally formed but not artificially carved. If the place where he fell were the Changbai Mountains, he would probably look carefully to find out if there was a little figure in black crouching in any corner here.

But this is the Alps, in the World of SCP. So, the odds that he will meet something is not just some weird monster but an SCP Monster.

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If his calculation was correct, this should be the interior of the Dragon's nest. It felt a bit little strange. According to the information provided by the GOC, when they found that Dragon, it had a wingspan of only a few meters. With their constant termination attempt, the Dragon eventually reached a staggering wingspan of over three hundred meters, turning from a small dragon into an absolute behemoth.

Then the question arises, how did its nest grow bigger along with it? Was there a special construction team here to give it more room for them to do the work?

This was certainly not possible.

Zhang Jue thought about these boring questions as he walked through the cave. Probably this giant Dragon could expand space. The spot where Zhang Jue fell was at the end of a cave, so he had no choice but to head toward the mountain's interior.

If it was an ordinary person, walking in this kind of cave without seeing the sun would be considered bold, knowing there's no sunlight as a light source. But as mentioned earlier, because of genetic reasons. Zhang Jue was not naturally sensitive to such emotions as fear, so he walked through the dark cave-like it was nothing.

"Little snail, drip drip down, the seagulls listened to the wind. Little snail, drip drip down, the waves listened to the wind."

At this point, he hummed his handy childish song again, of course not because of fear. He was in a hurry and forgot to bring melon seeds.

Zhang Jue walked forward out of that long corridor, and he suddenly appeared in front of a vast space. Zhang Jue's flashlight was barely effective in shining out the area, and the whole room must be as big as a soccer field.

According to standard building construction, such a large space should have load-bearing pillars, but there was nothing like that here. The whole area seems to be hollowed out from the inside of the mountain by an unknown force.

This should be the place where the Dragon rests, and it can't be measured. Knowing this, it seems that the Dragon should not be in the nest at this time. The danger was cleared, and Zhang Jue was slightly relieved.

He looked around and found another passage at the back of the space. The passage was dark and hidden, and Zhang Jue vaguely felt that there was a secret in this Dragon's nest. Perhaps there would be some clue in it.

He was hesitated to go in when suddenly his foot slipped as if he had stepped on something round and small. Zhang Jue picked it up and found that it was a pen.

Good grief, someone had gotten here first. Needless to say, it must be someone from the Serpent's Hand. Now there was no need to hesitate, whether there was danger inside or not. He had to check it out.

He adjusted the flashlight's brightness to the lowest level, lightened his footsteps, and walked step by step deeper into the cave.

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Unlike what he had imagined, the cave was long, and there was a lot of space inside. He walked for nearly twenty minutes and still hadn't found the end, and the rocks on either side were gradually replaced by transparent crystals that gave off a dark blue glow. He turned the flashlight off, which did not affect his eyes at all.

It looked like some kind of crystal vein, Zhang Jue was thinking. Suddenly, an aroma can be smelled from a distance, the aroma of a wine.

Even though Zhang Jue wasn't a big drinker himself, he knew just from the rich aroma of the wine that it was definitely a rare and good wine in the world.

"Burp, good wine, ah good wine! Young man, do you want to have a drink?"

A stone table suddenly appeared in front of him, and a big burly man was sitting at the stone table. He was holding a cup of wine in his hand, and the rich fragrance of wine was emanating from inside the cup.

The big man poured the wine into a large bowl, and the fragrance of the wine overflowed.

He pushed the bowl in front of Zhang Jue, "Young man, come and have a sip!"

The sudden appearance of a wine seller in this dark corridor was so out of place, but Zhang Jue's head was sluggish. He was not suspicious at all, as if the man was supposed to be there.

Zhang Jue was slightly tired from the journey, and a sip of wine could effectively dispel his exhaustion. But the habit that had been engraved in his bones was not lost because of the lag in his thinking.

He asked, "How much is a bowl of this wine?"

The big man laughed, "No need, young man. Just drink it! It's the best wine on earth!"

Zhang Jue said, "What is the date of production of this wine? What is the shelf life? Are there any additives?"

"Eh..." The wine seller was speechless for a moment.

"Do you take a refund if it doesn't taste good? Drinking problems to compensate? Not industrial alcohol blended, right?"

"..." completely no communication.

Zhang Jue kept asking and asking. Until he managed to ask the big man for a health license, his business license, just to stall him some time to not drinking the wine, he could make countless people crazy by just drinking a liquid, and certainly, this fake wine is one of his illusions.

The wine seller man slapped his hand on the table, "Are you going to drink it or not?!"

Zhang Jue looked at him with a bewildered face, "You want me to drink, eh? You want me to drink this wine. Well, you don't tell me how do I drink it. Although you look like a sincere man, sadly, you do not say anything about drinking it. So, how do you think I should drink it?"

Zhang Jue said a lot of nonsense, and the wine seller man covered his forehead. He seemed to have some headache and then disappeared with the wine table.

After the wine table disappeared, Zhang Jue's thought the danger was gone. Just when he was about to continue forward, he heard a charming voice from the back, "Oh my, Handsome boy. Can you help me up?" If the woman's voice in black that Zhang Jue had encountered earlier was a bit teasing, then this voice was more teasing.

Zhang Jue turned around mechanically and found a bed appearing behind him. An enchanting woman lay on her side on the bed with only a thin layer of light veil draped over her body.

The woman stretched out her finger and made a teasing gesture to him. "Handsome, can you come and hold me up a bit? the thing on my chest is too heavy." She jiggled her boobs.

The woman's looks and figure were impeccable, and her flirtatious appearance could make any pervert males go crazy because of her. Please note this premise – pervert males. Whether or not Zhang Jue is among them is open to debate.

"You want to sleep with me?" Zhang Jue asked bluntly.

"What is it, handsome? you don't want to?" The woman licked her lips. That look could simply make someone's blood trickle down through their body.

But Zhang Jue was not affected at all, with a set of dead eyes, "Ah, nothing. But as we all know, I'm not an ordinary person, and I must confirm one thing before we have a deeper relationship."

The woman fiddled with the cloth draped over her body, "Handsome, a moment with me is worth more than anything in this world. What is it that you want to confirm?"

Seeing Zhang Jue with an excited face, he asked, "My lady, can you make scrambled eggs with tomatoes?"