90. Threat level: Omega-Keter! The doctoral killer ascends the throne, 239 forever implements the concept of removing! (Ch 90)

Gandalf paused, trying to organize his words, each word seemed to be walking on the edge of a knife:

“Think about it, Billy took your crayons. Did he also want to draw, but didn’t have any pretty crayons? Or maybe he just wanted to get your attention and play with you?”

“You can use magic to help Billy get back the crayons he lost or doesn’t have. You can even create more and more beautiful colors so that he can draw the most beautiful pictures. He will definitely be very grateful to you, sincerely apologize to you, and then become your best friend.”

“Isn’t that much better than turning him into a pitiful toad? Helping others will make you feel more happy, and your magic will become stronger!”

Above the sky, the cold narration sounded again, this time with a hint of indescribable horror and a subtle commentary on Gandalf’s situation:

[In the carefully woven cage of lies, researcher Gandalf is playing the role of a mentor who guides the young god onto the right path.]

[Every smile and every word of his has gone through countless deductions and risk assessments, and behind them are the results of the sleepless work of the entire psychology team and behavioral analysis team.]

[He is not only teaching a child, but also dancing with a distorted bomb that could explode the entire site area or even a larger range of reality at any time due to emotional out-of-control. ]

[He must satisfy her fantasy about magic while subtly putting shackles on her power – a set of spiritual restraints centered on kindness, rules, and self-responsibility.]

[This is an education that walks on the edge of a razor. Every step may lead to catastrophic consequences that are beyond redemption. The Foundation is using the most fragile thread to try to pull the most uncontrollable force.]

In the world of Mortal Cultivation, in a secret cave somewhere in the Chaos Star Sea.

Han Li sat cross-legged, his body filled with spiritual energy. He narrowed his eyes and calmly watched the “Gandalf” in the sky teaching with a cautious attitude, and the blonde girl’s ability to “create the world” as she wished.

After a long while, he slowly spoke. His voice was calm, yet it carried a profound insight into the world:

“Using illusion to guide the power of reality, this method may seem ingenious, but it is actually extremely dangerous.”

“This girl’s mind is still immature, so she can still be deceived and bound by the false framework of this magic.”

“However, once his mind matures and his spiritual awareness grows, he begins to doubt this so-called magic school and its rules, and then he sees the truth behind the magic, knowing that his own power does not come from the so-called magic from the outside, but from the real distortion of his own will…”

Han Li’s eyes flickered, as if he had foreseen some terrible future:

“By then, this long-suppressed true power will intertwine and collide with the ruthlessly punctured false cognition. The backlash it generates will probably be far beyond anyone’s imagination.”

“The Foundation’s move is like keeping a tiger in a specially made cage, constantly luring it with candy, but not knowing that the tiger will eventually devour people. I can only hope that this cage of lies can be forever solid, or… they have a backup plan to deal with the tiger breaking free from the cage.”

In the Xian Ni world, on a desolate cultivation planet, there is a relic of an ancient battlefield filled with killing and unyielding will.

Wang Lin stood alone, his black hair dancing wildly in the deadly star wind. He stared at everything on the sky with indifference, and on his handsome face, which was filled with endless vicissitudes and coldness, there was an undisguised arc of sneer at the corner of his mouth.

“rule?”

His low voice sounded, carrying with it an arrogance and disdain that pierced through the ages.

“Humph, it’s nothing more than the weak’s fantasy and self-consolation of the strong, and it’s just a shackle used by the superior to restrain the inferior.”

“The so-called magic rules and the idea of ​​magic punishing others are ridiculous! They are just deceiving themselves!”

A cold light flashed in Wang Lin’s eyes, as if countless stars were born and died:

“If this girl ever truly realizes her own power, she will know that her will is the will of heaven and earth, her words are the laws of the universe, and her actions are the principles of all things!”

“If she wants that kid named Billy to become a toad, then the toad is the only real form of Billy at that moment and in that place! How can there be punishment? Who dares to punish? Who can punish?”

“By then, these hypocritical well-intentioned guidance and carefully woven magic stories will be nothing more than invisible shackles that prevent her from releasing her true power, and are despicable tricks that try to cloud her sanity.”

“This foundation is trying to put a mortal rope on a sleeping ancient true dragon, but it doesn’t know that once the true dragon awakens, it will break free from the shackles, burn the sky and boil the sea, and reverse the world in just a thought! How sad and lamentable!”

In the world of Fights Break Sphere, in Wutan City, on a piece of bluestone in the back mountain of the Xiao family.

The young Xiao Yan was sitting cross-legged, struggling to absorb the thin fighting spirit between heaven and earth, making his final struggle for the upcoming family test.

When I saw the little blonde girl on the sky screen conjure up a bunch of delicious bear biscuits with just one word, “Ibi-ya, hula-la”,

When she heard her babyish voice saying that she wanted to turn “Billy” who stole her crayons into a toad,

Especially when I saw the teacher named “Gandalf”, with a smile on his face that was uglier than crying,

With cold sweat on his forehead but trying to remain calm and persuading others, Xiao Yan couldn’t help but swallow hard, his eyes widened.

“Gulp…..boom! Oh my God!”

Xiao Yan smacked his lips, feeling that the difficulties he encountered in his daily fighting skills training were nothing compared to the situation faced by this teacher “Gandalf”, like a firefly competing with the bright moon, and were not worth mentioning.

“This Gandalf teacher is really… really thrilling, with murderous intent at every step! This job is more exciting than going to the Monster Mountain Range to fight a third-level monster!”

He imagined that if he were the teacher,

Can he remain so “amiable” and calm when facing a little girl who can easily turn himself into a piece of barbecue or a pile of ashes?

I’m afraid my legs would have gone weak, my tongue would have been tied, and I wouldn’t be able to utter a complete sentence.

“This… this little girl is a hundred times more terrifying than the high-handed Nalan Yanran of the Yunlan Sect! When Nalan Yanran gets angry, at most she will transform her fighting spirit into wings and fly over. If she wants to chop people with a sword, at least there is a process and we can dodge and block!”

“If she gets angry and pouts, and says ‘all you bad guys in white coats should disappear’, then the entire magic academy, including the people, buildings, and land, will be wiped out from this world in an instant!”

Xiao Yan shuddered and continued to mutter:

“This Gandalf, I think every word he says is like licking honey on the tip of his tongue, or dancing on the edge of a knife.

I was afraid that some words would not suit the little ancestor’s taste, and he would blow them up on the spot without leaving anything behind!

This psychological pressure is probably greater than the one I faced when Nalan Yanran came to cancel the engagement.

Shouting in front of the whole clan, “Thirty years in the east, thirty years in the west, don’t despise the young and poor,” it will be a thousand times bigger! ”

An old voice with a hint of surprise and solemnity came from his ring.

Yao Lao’s voice was filled with emotion:

“Haha, Xiao Yanzi, this can’t be explained by fighting spirit or soul power. The power of this little girl has touched the origin of the world and all things.

At the rules level, it’s almost like… your words are followed by your laws!”

“Although the Foundation’s approach seems absurd and child’s play, it is also a desperate, extremely helpless, yet barely feasible response strategy.”

Yao Lao changed the subject and sighed:

“However, a balance maintained by lies is ultimately as fragile as a tower built on sand. Once the lie is exposed, or the girl’s power grows to a level that cannot be restrained by such a fairy tale, the backlash at that time… Tsk tsk, I’m afraid it will be a catastrophe.”

The color of the sky suddenly reversed, the warmth and childlikeness receded like the tide, and was infected by a suffocating coldness and solemnity!

The magic hut that was full of strange fantasies before, under the ruthless peeling of light and shadow, revealed its true and cold essence – a detention cell constructed of lead and special alloy, glowing with metallic light.

The picture freezes, focusing on a figure standing upright like a javelin. He seems to be a judge who has walked out of the nine netherworlds of ice, and every pore of his body exudes unquestionable determination.

Dr. Clive.

A code name within the Foundation that is completely incompatible with words like “mercy” and “compromise”.

His files flipped rapidly on the skylight, and each page recorded the heart-pounding actions: the complete decontamination of Site-[DATA EXPUNGED], the successful termination of SCP-[DATA EXPUNGED], the final countermeasures against the [DATA EXPUNGED] entity…

A man whose hands are stained with the blood of “necessary evil” but is regarded by some as the last line of defense.

His eyes were so sharp that they seemed to be able to see through the deepest disguises in people’s hearts. There was not a single wave of emotion in them, only calculations like those of a precision instrument and cold murderous intent.

The facial lines are as hard as ice, and the tightly pursed lips indicate an unchangeable will.

Regarding SCP-239, the eight-year-old girl dubbed “Witch Destroyer”, Dr. Clive’s assessment report was like a sharp blade tempered with blood:

“Target priority: Alpha. Threat level: Omega-Keter. Potential destroyer of the integrity of the reality structure.”

“Current Lullaby Containment Protocol: It is essentially a high-risk gamble, relying on the target’s continued ignorance and psychological deception, and the probability of failure approaches 100% infinitely over time.”

“Conclusion: The very existence of SCP-239 is the greatest mockery of the Foundation’s core mission – control, containment, and protection. Its uncontrollable growth and destructive potential have exceeded any acceptable threshold.”

“Final and only recommendation: Use all necessary means, including but not limited to Thaumie Class 1 forces, to permanently physically and conceptually remove SCP-239.”

The narration sounded:

[Yes, not all members of the Foundation agree with the “magic school” plan that is like deceiving children, even though it is the masterpiece of countless psychologists and behavioral analysts.]

[Under the seemingly united will of the Foundation, undercurrents are surging. For true Keter-level threats, especially individuals with the ability to rewrite reality, there is always an iron-blooded voice that cannot be ignored. ]

[Dr. Clive is the most extreme and staunch supporter of this voice. He is like a sword of final judgment that the Foundation keeps secret, and is only unsheathed at the most critical and hopeless moment.] (To read the exciting novel, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

[He firmly believes that any form of “education” or “guidance” given to SCP-239 is gambling with the future of human civilization, and harboring illusions about a reality-distorting bomb that could explode at any time is the most serious cruelty and irresponsibility to all mankind! ]

The scene suddenly changes, and shadows twist and stretch in the narrow metal passage, as if they came to life.

Dr. Clive was like an elusive ghost, silently moving through the deepest and most secure wing of Site-17.

The specially made dark combat uniform he was wearing could not only absorb light, but also distort the weak detection waves around him, making him almost blend into the environment.

All the funny props that he once wore to conceal his identity and abilities have now been discarded. Instead, he has put on a black tactical eyepiece that covers most of his face. Encrypted data streams keep flashing across the lens, analyzing every inch of space in front of him.

“Alpha-class personnel access key? Injected via dynamic memetic injection.”

“Triple composite voiceprint and iris verification? Humph, a child’s trick, it has been bypassed by cognitive coding.”

“Quantum entanglement sensing network? It has long been blocked by the reverse entanglement beacon I preset.”

He sneered in his heart. In his eyes, these seemingly impregnable defense systems were nothing more than a maze that he had already figured out.

He knew the Foundation too well, knowing how powerful it was, but also how rigid and bureaucratic it was.

For countless days and nights, he studied not only SCPs, but also the weaknesses of the Foundation itself.

The alarm system was useless in front of him, like a tamed hound, ignoring the uninvited guest.

There was not the slightest hesitation or lag in his steps; each step was precisely calculated and aimed directly at the target.

Finally, he arrived in front of the huge door that exuded an ominous atmosphere – the final containment dormitory of SCP-239 “Sigros Psyche”.

The door is covered in intricate runes and energy conduits, indicating that the reality anchor inside is operating at maximum power.

Dr. Clive stretched out his hand, but not to touch the authentication panel. Instead, he took out a strangely shaped cylindrical device from his waist and stuck it to the crack of the door.

“Buzz——” After a slight vibration, the internal lock core structure of the alloy door that was strong enough to withstand a small nuclear explosion began to silently dissociate (damn it) and reorganize itself!

This was a “back door” he left for himself by exploiting a permission loophole within the foundation.

The heavy alloy door slid silently inward, leaving a gap just wide enough for one person to pass through.

He entered sideways, and the scene in the room was completely different from the childish scene when “Gandalf” had taught him before.

It was dim and depressing, with only a faint fluorescence from the instruments that maintained vital signs.

The little girl was lying on a specially made medical bed, in a deep coma induced by drugs, her golden hair spread on the pillow and her face as calm as an exquisite porcelain doll.

Dr. Clive’s gaze did not linger on the innocent sleeping face at all, his attention was completely focused on the weapon compartment in his hand.

It was a silver-white pistol with a strangely twisted body, as if it did not belong to this dimension. Its material was neither gold nor stone, and it had a “void” texture to the touch.

The gun is engraved with constantly flowing and changing symbols, each of which implies the negation of “existence” and the dissolution of “reality”.

The muzzle of the gun was condensed with a darkness deeper than a black hole, which seemed ready to devour everything in front of it and completely reduce it to non-existence.

“Reality Scissors” – this is a secret weapon known only to very few members of the O5 Council. It is specifically used to “trim” those reality twisters that are too powerful and uncontrollable. Every time it is used, it means a brutal interference with the basic laws of the universe.

Its cold light reflected Dr. Clive’s emotionless eyes.

[His actions, like a sharp knife, pierced the heart of the Foundation at a moment no one expected! ]

[This is definitely not the instruction of the O5 Council! It is more like a carefully planned “rebellion”! A blatant challenge to the highest security standards of the Foundation! ]

[Dr. Clive, the “rebel” of this foundation, is currently carrying out what he believes to be the “highest justice” in his own way! ]

[He wanted to personally end this potential threat of world destruction, even if this would plunge him into an abyss of no return, even if he would become the most notorious sinner in the history of the Foundation! ]
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