92. Final judgment! SCP-239’s acquisition is no longer effective, forever falling into endless rest! (Ch 92)

O5-X’s magnetic voice carried a hint of fatigue that could not be concealed:

“Our control over SCP-239…is weakening at a rate far beyond expectations.”

“The containment program of the magic academy was initially led by the Department of Psychology, aiming to maintain its power within a controllable range through positive guidance and limited satisfaction.”

“Now it seems that this controllable range itself is a false proposition.”

The conference room was dead silent, with only the slight hum of the holographic projection operating.

O5-Y’s voice was a little sharp, breaking the silence:

“How long can the lies of magic deceive her?”

“After all, she is growing up and her cognition is developing.”

“Once she realizes that the so-called magic teacher is just a secret agent in costume, and the so-called magic props are just ordinary toys with labels on them…”

“What’s even more terrifying is that if her wish one day goes beyond the scope of our carefully woven script…”

“Like, she wants a real friend who won’t be amnestic-?”

“Or does she want Santa to come every year and bring everything she fantasizes about?”

“Can we continue the role play?”

On the screen, SCP-239’s eyes, which were flashing with golden light due to fear and anger, seemed to be penetrating time and space, staring at every O5 present.

No one answered O5-Y’s question.

Because the answer is self-evident.

Finally, the will that had been in the main seat and had never spoken, but seemed to be the core of gravity of the entire conference room, finally spoke.

O5-1.

His voice was calm, yet it carried unquestionable authority. Every word he spoke was like a heavy hammer, hitting everyone’s heart hard.

“start up……”

“The Lullaby Protocol.”

“Put SCP-239 in a permanent medically induced deep coma.”

“With the highest authority of the O5 Council, authorize this protocol…”

“Indefinite execution.”

“Until a permanent, absolutely safe, once-and-for-all solution is found.”

“Or… until we cease to exist.”

As soon as the words fell, all the data streams and playback images on the holographic screen froze instantly.

The crumbling walls of Site-17, the girl’s terrified face, and Clive’s grim figure formed a still picture of doomsday.

The “Lullaby” protocol is one of the Foundation’s last and most helpless means of control against high-risk reality benders.

It means completely depriving the target of consciousness, so that it survives on a physical level, but falls into eternal sleep on a spiritual and cognitive level.

Like a gentle lullaby, it locks the most dangerous nightmares into a dreamless sleep forever.

In the world of Mortal Cultivator’s Journey to Immortality, in the sea of ​​stars, deep in a desolate cave.

Han Li sat cross-legged with his eyes slightly closed, his body filled with spiritual energy.

Above the sky, the cold and resolute command of the O5 Council was clearly transmitted into his mind.

He slowly opened his eyes, his gaze was calm, without revealing any emotion.

“Permanent medically induced deep coma…”

He whispered to himself, his voice flat.

“Like… the living dead.”

In the world of cultivating immortals, there are similar vicious forbidden techniques that are used to imprison the souls of powerful cultivators, making it impossible for them to live or die, and unable to escape forever.

However, those forbidden techniques are often used against extremely powerful demons with heinous crimes, or aliens with immortal characteristics.

“To use such means on a mortal child who seems to have no subjective malice…”

Han Li’s gaze deepened, as if penetrating the endless void, and he saw the little girl who was about to fall into eternal sleep under the effect of the drug.

“It can be seen that the potential threat is so great that it has exceeded the limit that the foundation can bear.”

“It also shows how decisive he is in his actions, or… ruthless.”

He closed his eyes again and continued his practice.

In all the worlds, the strong are respected and the weak are preyed upon by the strong.

The will and means displayed by the organization called the Foundation in order to maintain the “normality” of their world are essentially no different from those of some powerful people in the world of immortal cultivation who pursue immortality by any means necessary.

It’s just a different stance.

In the Xianni world, on an unknown cultivation planet.

Situ Nan was lying on a huge rock, bored, holding a grass stem in his mouth, watching the changes in the sky.

When he heard that the O5 Council decided to put the little girl into a “permanent coma”, he spat out the grass stem and sneered.

“Humph! Womanly kindness!”

His voice was a little hoarse, full of disdain and arrogance.

“Stop wasting time on these nonsense!”

“What kind of lullaby agreement is this? It makes me sleepy just by listening to it!”

Situ Nan sat up suddenly, with a gleam of greed and brutality in his eyes.

“If it were me, and I were to encounter this little fellow with a heaven-defying origin…”

He licked his cracked lips and smiled.

“Or, try every possible way to extract its original power, refine and absorb it, and use it for yourself! Maybe it can help me return to the peak, or even go further!”

“Or, if it is really difficult to control, or the origin is too overbearing…”

There was a fierce gleam in his eyes.

“Just refine it with fire! Destroy its soul and spirit, and eliminate all future troubles!”

“What do you mean by permanent coma? The longer the night, the more dreams you have. Do you understand?”

“What if the drug loses its effect someday? Or if her power awakens further during her slumber and she breaks free of her restraints?”

“When the time comes, there will be no place for you to cry!”

Situ Nan shook his head with an expression that said, “You mortals just don’t understand.”

“What a hassle!”

In the world of Fights Break Sphere, deep in the Xingyun Pavilion, inside the Dan Tower.

Yao Chen was suspended in mid-air, and his soul power sensed everything that happened on the sky.

When the O5 Council’s cold “Lullaby Protocol” was announced, a look of deep regret and helplessness emerged on his old face.

“well……”

A long sigh echoed in the empty Dan Tower.

“Such a genius, with such a great power to change the world, if he were born in my Douqi Continent and had a good teacher to guide him, his future achievements would probably be limitless…”

He thought of his equally gifted disciple. If he hadn’t protected him along the way, he would have probably died long ago.

“But it ended up like this…”

Yao Chen shook his head with a complicated look in his eyes.

“This organization called the Foundation will do anything to achieve their so-called containment and protection.”

“Turning a child with infinite potential into a living being that can only maintain physiological functions…”

He seemed to be able to see the little girl gradually losing all consciousness and falling into eternal darkness under the effects of the cold instruments and drugs.

“How is this behavior different from those evildoers who would do anything to obtain the strange fire, even killing entire families?”

“Just because they stand on the side of the majority, do they claim to be righteous?”

Yao Chen sighed again.

“How sad and lamentable!”

“It’s sad that his fate is full of misfortunes, it’s lamentable that he was born at the wrong time, and even more lamentable… the so-called order and security in this world often have to be maintained in such a cruel way.”

“This child, after all, became a victim of the greater good.”

Above the sky, the picture switched again.

It was no longer the cold and depressing meeting room of the O5 Council, but instead a heart-pounding scene.

An absolutely sterile special containment unit glowing with a faint blue medical glow.

The walls, floors, and ceilings were all made of a special alloy. Their surfaces were as smooth as a mirror and free from dust, yet they exuded an icy coldness that penetrated deep into the bone marrow.

In the center of the unit, a girl was lying quietly on a multifunctional medical bed.

SCP-239, Sigur Rospsich.

Her small body was connected to countless transparent or silver tubes and wires.

The slender arms, tender ankles, and even the sides of the temples are all covered with sophisticated sensors.

At the other end of these pipes are connected to rows of solemnly standing life support and drug delivery systems with dimly flashing indicator lights.

A close-up of the screen showed a drop of crystal liquid slowly dripping from an infusion tube connected to her vein.

[Continuous infusion: Keter-level specially formulated powerful sedative, formula number Lullaby-Alpha-7. ]

[Dosage: 0.05 ml per minute, fine-tuned in real time based on brain wave activity and Hume field readings. ]

Next, a close-up of another independent infusion channel.

[Periodic injection: Class VII memory inhibitor, codenamed “Water of the Forgotten River”, once every 6 hours.]

[Effects: Clear short-term memory traces, inhibit the formation of logical thinking chains, and prevent “beliefs” from solidifying. ]

The picture zooms out, and the entire medical unit is like an extremely complex precision instrument, and the girl is the core of this instrument, wrapped in countless layers of “protection” and “restrictions”.

Her chest rose and fell slightly with her breathing, and the green curve representing her heartbeat on the electrocardiogram monitor was as smooth as a straight line.

On the EEG monitor, the complex waveform was forcibly suppressed to an extremely low level, almost a vegetative state. (To read the exciting novels, go to Faloo Novel Network!)

Narration: [In order to maintain SCP-239’s permanent deep coma, the Foundation has invested unimaginable resources. ]

[A medical team composed of the world’s top neurology, pharmacology, and anesthesiology experts implemented 24-hour shift monitoring seven days a week and dared not relax at all. ]

[The most advanced vital signs monitoring equipment, each with triple backup energy and independent fault warning system to ensure foolproof. ]

[The chemical composition, dosage ratio, and infusion speed of each drug have been simulated and calculated millions of times with the assistance of the central AI “Titan”, with accuracy down to the nanogram level.]

[It’s not just about putting her to sleep.]

[This is a never-ending wrestling match with a potential god.]

[To prevent her subconscious mind from letting even the slightest, most careless thought turn into a disaster that could distort reality.]

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[Every slight acceleration of the heartbeat, every abnormal peak of the brain wave, will instantly trigger the highest level of security alarm and enter the red alert state.]

[A child’s deep sleep maintains the fragile peace of the entire world. ]

[The price is the Foundation’s eternal vigilance and a heavy burden that can never be lifted.]

Although the scene under the sky is not bloody or violent, it reveals a suffocating coldness and despair.

Those countless tubes seemed like a spider web woven by fate, imprisoning the girl in eternal slumber.

Cangyuantu World, Jiangzhou City, Meng Mansion. []

Liu Qiyue was dressed in green, standing quietly in the courtyard, looking up at the sky.

When she saw SCP-239 being tied up by countless tubes and sleeping forever under the effect of drugs, her clear eyes revealed a deep pity that was difficult to conceal.

“she……”

Liu Qiyue whispered softly, her voice trembling slightly.

“She’s just a child…”

The pale and calm face of the girl in the picture forms a sharp contrast with the cold medical instruments.

“But you have to… bear such a fate.”

She thought of her children and the difficulties and concerns of being a mother.

“In order to prevent her from waking up again, the foundation has paid too much…”

“But it’s also… so cruel.”

Liu Qiyue lowered her head slightly, as if she couldn’t bear to watch the heartbreaking scene any longer.

“The price of such peace is too heavy.”

She could understand the sacrifices made to protect more people, but when the object of sacrifice was a child who should have unlimited possibilities, that understanding was mixed with too much bitterness and reluctance.

“If there is any other way…”

She sighed softly, but she also understood that the organization would not resort to such a desperate measure unless it was absolutely necessary.

In the world of Shrouding the Sky, in the Big Dipper star field, deep in the ancient forbidden land.

Surrounded by mist, time cannot invade.

An extraordinary figure stood quietly beside the Nine Wonderful Immortal Elixir, gazing into the distance at the sky.

The ruthless emperor.

Her eyes were deep, as if they could see through eternity and the mundane world.

When the details of the implementation of the “Lullaby Protocol” were displayed on the screen, and the girl was seen being completely deprived of consciousness and falling into eternal sleep, a barely perceptible ripple seemed to arise in her unchanging eyes.

“Not for the sake of becoming an immortal…”

She parted her red lips and uttered a vague whisper, the voice was so ethereal that it seemed to come from eternity ago.

“Just to wait for your return in this world…”

She thought of that similar, stubborn and lonely figure, who was willing to sink into the world in order to wait for someone.

“This foundation…”

The ruthless emperor’s gaze refocused on the sleeping girl above the sky.

“Is it because you want to protect the mortal world they live in that you choose to let her…sleep forever?”

There was neither approval nor blame in her tone, only a calmness and insight that came from having experienced many vicissitudes of life.

“only……”

She paused slightly, and a complex and incomprehensible light flashed in her eyes.

“Her return, or rather, her awakening…”

“Is this the end of their world?”

If this is true, then this sleep is no longer just imprisonment, but more like a helpless seal.

Seal a future that could destroy everything.

Perfect World, Netherworld, Stone Village.

A charred willow tree is rooted at the head of the village, but at this moment, thousands of willow branches are sprouting green and sparkling with precious light.

Willow God.

Its branches swayed gently, making a rustling sound, as if it was sighing or whispering.

Above the sky, every detail of the “Lullaby Protocol” was reflected in its perception without a single omission.

“On my own…”

The voice of the Willow God resounded directly in everyone’s hearts, carrying with it a transcendent calm and ancient wisdom.

“It affects the safety of the entire world.”

It has witnessed too many ups and downs, honors and disgraces, and has also seen through the trajectories of countless destinies.

“This woman’s fate… is truly so strange and beyond imagination.”

Even Willow God had to admit that the power possessed by SCP-239 and the potential threat it posed to the entire world had reached an incredible level.

“Sleeping…”

The branches of the Willow God swayed slightly, and a green halo flowed.

“Perhaps it is a relief for her.”

It can sense the violence and instability of that power, and can also understand the invisible pressure that power brings to a young child.

“For that world, perhaps… it is also a relief.”

In a world that may collapse at any time because of a thought, aren’t the living beings in it living in fear all the time?

There was a hint of compassion in Willow God’s voice.

“However, this kind of liberation is obtained by completely depriving it of its existence.”

“After all…it’s a sad death.”
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