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HOLY F-KING SH-T!!!!!!!!!!!!"

Amidst the thunderous roar of the dragon, an even louder and more desperate shout tore through the air.

Dr. Kondraki stood frozen, his mouth wide open, his eyes bulging in disbelief. His expression shifted rapidly — surprise, shock, despair... and finally, overwhelming anger!

In the span of a single breath, his mind cycled through these emotions like a turbulent storm.

"It's over... It's all over! Everything I've built is finished!"

Suddenly losing all strength, Dr. Kondraki collapsed onto the ground, overwhelmed by despair.

Across the battlefield, the massive black dragon clashed furiously with the mechanical titan operated by none other than Professor Kain!

ROAR!!!

The black dragon bellowed and lunged forward at Professor Kain's mecha. But before the beast could close the distance, the mechanical warrior raised its arm and unleashed a barrage of crystal bullets powered by SCP-244.

Da-da-da-da-da!!!

The dense hail of shimmering crystal bullets rained down upon the dragon's thick hide — each one capable of obliterating lesser creatures instantly.

However, against this monstrous behemoth, the crystals seemed almost laughably ineffective.

Instead of being wounded, the black dragon only grew more furious!

ROAR!!!

The dragon's furious roar exploded into a visible shockwave, shaking the entire battlefield. The surrounding walls trembled under the pressure.

Far away, James, assessing the worsening situation, grabbed SCP-239's delicate hand and sprinted toward the C-12 emergency passage.

Meanwhile, Dr. Gears appeared just in time, jabbing a syringe into Dr. Kondraki's neck. After a moment, Kondraki regained consciousness. Without wasting a second, he grabbed the immobilized Dr. Clef, and with the aid of the swarming butterflies conjured by SCP-5291, the trio made a desperate escape.

Suddenly, the battlefield was reduced to just two entities: a mecha dog and a black dragon.

ROAR!!!

The black dragon unleashed another earth-shattering roar, lashing out with its devastating claws and tail. Every movement of its colossal body tore apart concrete, steel, and stone like paper.

Buildings crumbled under the force of its rage.

Professor Kain expertly maneuvered the mecha, firing crystal bullets in bursts to try and keep the dragon at bay. Yet no matter how much firepower he unleashed, it was clear:

Nothing could pierce the dragon's enchanted scales.

Forced backward once more, Professor Kain's situation grew increasingly dire.

Suddenly, the black dragon crouched low, its muscles tensing as an ominous force began to gather within its abdomen.

"Damn it!!"

Professor Kain cursed, and with a flash, a shimmering energy barrier formed in front of his mecha.

And then—

ROARRRRR!!!

A torrent of dragon fire exploded outward, engulfing the battlefield in a sea of purgatorial flames. Everything the fire touched was reduced to ash within seconds.

Everything — except for Professor Kain.

Shielded by the hastily deployed barrier, Kain stood firm, staring defiantly at the monstrous inferno.

Inside the hellish blaze, the battle resumed with even greater ferocity.

The audience watching the live broadcast could hardly blink. The stunning visuals before them — an unstoppable black dragon, endless barrages of bullets, crimson explosions, and a heroic mecha standing defiant — felt like something out of a legendary blockbuster film.

Every viewer shared a single thought:

Fighting!

Cool!!!

Back on the battlefield—

"Damn it, damn it, damn it! NOTHING WORKS!"

Professor Kain snarled as he dodged another sweep of the dragon's massive claws. His mecha, though resilient, was clearly straining under the repeated blows.

No matter what he fired — bullets, rockets, explosives — nothing could pierce the dragon's hide.

Forced to retreat again, Professor Kain narrowed his eyes.

And then, like a bolt of lightning, an idea struck him.

"Wait a second..." he muttered breathlessly as he rolled aside from another strike, "this damn thing's just a child's imagination, right? Heroes always beat monsters! Knights always have swords... A SWORD!"

Almost instantly, responding to his desperate wish, a lightsaber materialized on the mecha's left upper arm — shimmering with lethal energy!

Clearly, this was NOT part of SCP-244's usual arsenal.

Professor Kain burst into wild laughter.

"Hahahaha! That's it! THAT'S IT!!!"

Roaring with renewed energy, he lunged at the dragon with the mecha, the lightsaber flashing through the air.

Swoosh!!!

The weapon sliced cleanly through the black dragon's thick scales.

ROAR!!!

The dragon shrieked in pain — the first time it had truly been hurt.

Sensing his chance, Professor Kain launched into a devastating assault.

Within seconds, the black dragon's tail was severed, flailing helplessly on the ground.

And within a minute, the mecha stabbed deep into the dragon's chest, the searing blade piercing straight through its heart.

ROARRR!!!

The dragon's last agonized roar echoed across the site before its colossal head slowly slumped down.

Vital signs: Terminated.

Standing atop the dragon's lifeless body, Professor Kain surveyed the battlefield.

With a tired, almost casual tone, he muttered:

"I wonder if anyone would mind if I ate it..."

The live chat erupted.

"GODDAMNIT! THIS IS INSANE!"

"This is better than ANY Hollywood blockbuster I've ever seen!"

"A mecha slaying a dragon... This is the ultimate dream of every man alive!"

"Professor Kain and that lightsaber were just TOO COOL!!!"

Meanwhile, within the Extraordinary Chat Group, excitement reached a fever pitch.

[Deadpool]: Damn, even my Regenerative Healing Factor can't keep up with how fast my heart is beating!

[Tony Stark]: What did I tell you? Mechas are the ultimate romance!

[Steve Rogers]: Physical strength matters too. Without the lightsaber, Professor Kain couldn't even scratch that dragon.

[Hulk]: But don't forget... SCP-239 created everything!

In Stark Industries Building—

Tony Stark jumped up, fist-pumping excitedly.

"That's it! I need a lightsaber for my mecha, NOW!"

"JARVIS, start working on a plan to install an external lightsaber!" he barked.

"…I'm sorry, sir," JARVIS replied politely. "Creating a functional high-intensity lightsaber will take considerable time."

"Damn it! I don't care about the cost! Build it anyway!"

Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D headquarters—

Natasha Romanoff grinned as she watched the battle's conclusion.

"This is way more exciting than running boring missions," she said wistfully. "I want a mecha too..."

Nick Fury gave her a skeptical glance.

"Do you really think SHIELD can develop anything like that?"

Natasha hesitated, then sighed.

"Nope. Not unless we suddenly get a Level 4 reality bender on our payroll..."

Everyone fell silent.

They knew the truth: without SCP-239, none of this spectacular scene would have been possible.

As Professor Kain stood victorious atop the dragon's corpse, the scene shifted.

The camera returned to James.

He was now dragging SCP-239 toward the emergency vault.

Clang!

James secured the vault door behind them, though he left the blast door open for now.

SCP-239 was bent over, hands on her knees, panting heavily, her cheeks flushed with excitement.

"The evil black dragon has revealed its true form... Hah... What should we do now, James the Necromancer?"

The broadcast fell eerily silent for a moment.

James smiled softly, speaking calmly to her.

He pointed at the spell book she held tightly against her chest.

SCP-239 grinned and flipped through the pages, excitement growing.

A minute later, she jumped up, pointing eagerly at a particular page.

James nodded approvingly and gestured toward the wall of emergency supplies.

As SCP-239 busied herself searching through the supplies, every viewer in the live broadcast room watched in breathless anticipation.

And then—

James slowly moved behind SCP-239, his hand slipping into his pocket.

He pulled out a syringe.

The entire chat exploded with shock.

"WHAT THE HELL IS HE DOING?!"

Without hesitation, James jabbed the syringe into SCP-239's neck.

SCP-239 gasped — then collapsed softly into his arms.

James wrapped her gently in an emergency blanket and, with a calm expression, carried her out of the vault.

The live broadcast room fell completely silent.

Not a soul dared speak.

Everyone stared, stunned.

James's face remained calm, as if he had simply done something utterly ordinary.

Gulp.

One after another, the sound of viewers swallowing nervously echoed across the chat room.

Nobody had expected it.

Nobody had believed he would dare.

And yet—

James had ended the chaos wrought by SCP-239.

In a way so simple — and so terrifyingly decisive — it seemed almost unreal.

A wave of questions flooded the screen:

Why had Dr. Clef gone so mad about terminating SCP-239?

What exactly was James's true role in all this?

What would happen to the Apocalypse Doctors now?

What was SCP-239's fate?

Countless questions, and no answers.

At the Future Technology Building—

"Damn it! Is it really over?!"

Peter Parker clutched his hair, pacing around in frustration.

He turned desperately to James, who was calmly sipping coffee nearby.

"James! You HAVE to tell me! What the heck happened? I'm dying here!"

James shrugged casually, a faint smirk tugging at his lips.

"All I can say," he replied coolly, "is that the cause and result of this incident were... very unexpected."

Before Peter could demand more, Gaea's voice chimed out:

"Wait, there's more footage!"

Everyone's eyes snapped back to the screen.

The final reveal began.

Inside a dimly lit interrogation room—

"WHAT THE HELL DID YOU SAY TO HER?!"

A furious man slammed his fist onto the table, leaning menacingly over James.

But James remained calm, his expression impassive.

"Sir," he said coolly, "the video is well-preserved, and the audio of the discussion is 88% complete. You already know the content and effect of the conversation. I don't—"

"DAMN IT! STOP PLAYING GAMES!"

The man roared.

"I've read your file. I know you're a genius. Dr. Kondraki, Dr. Gears, even Clef all speak highly of you. Half the Foundation wants to promote you!"

"But listen to me carefully—"

The man leaned closer, his voice a low growl:

"Whatever you did with SCP-239... it could bring down the entire Foundation!"

"You DESTROYED an SCP, James! You destroyed a GOD!"

James remained silent.

Unshaken.

Unfazed.

And as the screen faded to black, the live audience was left with only one overwhelming thought:

What had James truly done?

And more importantly—

What would he do next?