"Jol, Joel! Get up, get up, don't sleep!" The black magic wolf rushed into the cave, yelling.

"……"no respond.

"Wake me up quickly, man, it's so lively outside!"

"..." Knowing that this kid would not give up so easily, the silver-white giant snake slowly opened its golden vertical pupils, and glanced at its "little partner": "What's the matter, Fenrir?"

Fenrir has long been used to the other party's indifference, and flicked his tail happily: "Joel, come out, Asgard's army is about to pass here!"

Yemengard stretched his curled body, "So?"

"I met their leader Hela before," Fenrir's eyes sparkled, "I want to follow her! I want to be her mount!"

"If you think so, then go." Ye Mengjiade said lazily.

"I'm worried about Joel." The demon wolf seems to be smiling, but it's hard to see it on the hairy face. On the contrary, at first glance, it will only make people feel scared, worrying that they will be caught by the other party's whim. Swallow it, "I only know how to sleep all day, what if I starve to death in my dream?"

"There's no such possibility, you can go if you want, Mh'ithrha. I'm xia... planning to sleep for a while." Yermungandr said, closing his eyes.

"Why did you remember my name wrong again? Hey! Really!"

………………

In fact, Yemengard didn't use this name before.

She remembered that at the very beginning, she was still a creature with so-called "limbs" and "head" that claimed to be human.

At that time, she...can't remember clearly, anyway, it was just a stupid experience of asking for guilt in order to obtain some meaningless things.

Later, at some point, she suddenly became what she is now.

A giant snake.

What did she think at the beginning?Surprise, fear, or disbelief?

However, such emotions gradually faded away with the passage of time.

"There's no need for things like feelings, right?" This thought was quietly born in her heart.

Later, because... there was really nothing interesting to do, and she didn't have anyone of the same kind around her, so she chose to hibernate.

Yes, hibernation - endless hibernation.

The place where she lives seems to be within the arctic circle of the earth, where the temperature is always kept at an extremely low level, even after the arrival of the polar day in summer, the sun cannot bring a "warm" feeling.

When she was still a human being, her memory of "warmth" also became blurred because she couldn't get repeated memories, until it was almost completely wiped out.

And then... some humans appeared beside her.

If it was 10 years earlier, she would definitely be very excited, but now, her thoughts are only "ah, you better not disturb my sleep, or I don't know what I will do ^_^" .

So, she didn't choose to wake up - to be honest, there was not much difference between sleeping and waking up, anyway, she could clearly perceive the movements of these guys.

They called themselves the "SCP Foundation" and gave her a number: 722.

SCP-722, that's what they call her.

She didn't care much about it - anyway, none of these actions had any effect on her.

Her containment level is Keter - they think she is very powerful, there is nothing to say about this, but, malicious towards humans?

This is wrong.

And then... the world, no, the universe, was destroyed.

722 originally thought that she would disappear completely, but when she opened her eyes again, she was still her, but came to another world.

And this time, she finally knew what she was.

The Old Ones probably meant this.

……

The subtle difference from the previous world is that she met the same kind.

Of course, she found out later that she was not without her kind in that world.

The two SCPs given numbers 169 and 682 by the SCP Foundation, as well as some of the guys from SCP-354, can barely be counted as her kind.

It's just that 722 is lazy, and she has long since lost interest in looking for similar people.

However, after arriving in this world, she originally only wanted to find a place within the Arctic Circle to hibernate as before, but this time, it was not so easy to find a suitable place.

In addition to her, there are Aphoom-Zhah (Afum-Zha), Atlach-Nacha (Atrak-Naka) and so on.

However, the area of ​​the North End Continent is quite large, and it is not so easy to meet and fight.

……

The difference from other Old Ones and Outer Gods is that she does not have and does not plan to create her own servant race.

The other Old Ones and Outer Gods are actually not very keen on creating their own servant races.

Honestly, if it wasn't for the goal, they probably wouldn't have thought of it at all.After all, the service of the servant race is meaningless to them.

It is said that they serve their own creators, but in fact, it is only the original intention of their own existence after they were born.

There are also admirers, or believers... I don't know what happened, but one day, she suddenly felt that intelligent creatures (including but not only humans) were calling her.

Obviously she never thought of doing such a thing.

They named their main god, that is, "Jomungard".

This word, as far as she knows, means "colossus"-ironically, compared with other Outer Gods and Great Old Ones, her size is a bit exaggerated by "small and exquisite".

They called her "the serpent of the world" and "the serpent that surrounds the atrium," and considered her a symbol of "everything," "perfection," "samsara," and "yin and yang."

These fanatics who appeared inexplicably designed quite complicated and elaborate summoning rituals without a teacher.The key point is that she found that as long as the time of the ceremony, the corresponding celestial phenomena, and the steps of the ceremony are carried out meticulously, and she has her own willingness, she can be there in person.Of course, she can also make her avatar appear there through rituals.

Sleeping all the time—even if she can still perceive what is happening around her in her dreams, it is boring because of the sparsely populated and harsh environment of the northern continent—even for her who has almost lost all her feelings, she will become "" things you don't want to do".Driven by such thoughts, she would occasionally respond to the call of those believers—of course, clones. There is not such a large space where those people hold ceremonies, and she has never been willing to change her size.

Then... those believers were all taken away by dogs.

She has a highly unsolvable poison in her body. Even the SCP Foundation, a behemoth with countless black technologies, has not developed an effective detoxification serum, let alone these poor people with poor equipment?Even if it is a clone, it is just that the toxin concentration is lower, and the others have not changed much.

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