After several more failed experiments—and several more D-Class reduced to atoms, vapor, or abstract theological concepts—I had to admit something unpleasant to myself:
I might actually die if I try this personally.
And considering how impossible I normally am to kill, that was…well, concerning.
Even with my Phoenix Force, even with my Ōtsutsuki physiology, even with three Infinity Stones under my command, SCP-001 was simply too unknown. Too absolute. Too tied to the primordial mechanics of divine authority.
If the Gate Guardian decided I should cease existing, I wasn't fully sure I would come back.
And I'm not the type who gambles with my existence.
So I did what any sensible goddess-scientist-SCP-administrator-immortal-warrior would do:
I opened the system shop.
The monthly refresh always gave me a faint hope—like Christmas, but for eldritch demigods. Ten characters, ten abilities. Usually extremely powerful. Usually extremely overpriced.
I scrolled lazily at first.Then my eyes widened.
My heart skipped a beat.
And then I grinned like a lunatic.
Because this month…this month I hit the jackpot.
There it was:
• The Kāma — Ōtsutsuki Resurrection Mark
Allows the user to resurrect by decompressing their data from a vessel's body after death.Cost: 50,000 points
I stared at it for several seconds.
Then I checked my point balance:
250,000 points.
A delicious, beautiful number.
More than enough.
"Kāma…" I whispered, touching the screen. "A resurrection anchor. A data backup of my entire being."
In simpler terms:
A save point.
If SCP-001 actually managed to kill me—(annoying, humiliating, but possible…)—then I would simply resurrect through a vessel.
It was the perfect insurance policy.
A safety net against divine erasure.A countermeasure against a flaming sword of conceptual annihilation.
I didn't even hesitate.
Purchase.
The system chimed softly.
[Kāma Purchased. Please choose a vessel.]
I already knew the answer.
I created a shadow clone beside me and tapped her forehead.
This one.
[Kāma applied.]
A black diamond-shaped mark appeared on the clone's chest, glowing faintly with cosmic code.
Even if SCP-001 killed me—even if I was vaporized, erased, smited, or conceptually negated—
I would return.
I felt a warm pulse through my chakra pathways as the mark fully synced with my soul.
I exhaled.
Relief washed over me.
No.
Not just relief.
Confidence.
Arrogant, unshakeable, divine confidence.
"I can do it now," I murmured, smiling."I can actually attempt this."
The clone beside me nodded."Even if the Guardian kills you, you will resurrect."
"And then I'll just try again," I said. "And again. And again."
Because I wasn't just powerful.
I was persistent.
And immortal.
And now, truly unkillable.
I turned back toward SCP-001's distant, flaming silhouette.
"Alright, angel," I whispered."Let's see if I can steal from Eden."