I created a foundation

"Kiyo," Eriri forced herself to look as reliable as possible, "You're staying at my house tonight. Don't leave my sight until I find a solution!"

"I...I..." Itamaki Kiyo had already been frightened out of his wits. When he heard Eriri's words, it was like he had grabbed a life-saving straw. Without thinking, he nodded desperately, "I'll listen to you! Eriri-chan! I'm not going anywhere!"

The other two girls were also in shock. Eriri told them to go home immediately, lock the doors and windows, and never contact each other until the matter was resolved, to prevent the curse from spreading through their connection.

After arranging everything for her friends, Eriri finally breathed a sigh of relief, only to be overcome by a wave of dizziness. She led Itamaki Kiyo up the stairs with unsteady steps and opened the door to her bedroom.

"You...you rest here for a while. I'll find you some clothes to change into and... and..."

She was halfway through her words when she suddenly got stuck.

Because she suddenly realized an extremely fatal problem that she had completely ignored.

She, Sawamura Spencer Eriri, is the noble and cool, excellent young lady from a prominent family at school, the fashionable girl who is at ease in the social circle.

Her other identity, the secret she hid the most deeply, a secret that even her parents only knew in outline, a secret that absolutely could not be known by her "popular" friends of the same age -

Her secret garden, which was like a holy place for otakus and filled with all kinds of "otaku stuff", was completely and defenselessly exposed to her real hot girl friend, Itamaki Motoyu.

It’s over.

Eriri's mind went blank. She felt her cheeks flush with blood, becoming hotter than a fever.

Subconsciously, she wanted to block the door with her body, but it was too late.

Itamaki Kiyo had already walked in, and then he was completely stunned.

She looked in surprise at the room in front of her, which seemed to be incompatible with the decoration style of the entire luxurious villa and was full of an alien atmosphere.

Three entire walls are occupied by bookshelves that reach the ceiling, densely and neatly packed with countless comic books, art books, and setting information collections.

Next to the window is a professional-grade drawing tablet that is obviously very expensive and a computer with three huge screens and extremely high configuration.

On the other side of the room, rows of massive, custom-made glass display cases, illuminated by soft lighting, showcase hundreds of meticulously crafted, perfectly painted, and uniquely posed figures of beautiful girls. Many of these are long-out-of-print, priceless, and limited-edition treasures.

Any true otaku who comes here will probably faint with excitement on the spot and regard it as the supreme "holy place" in his heart.

But for an ordinary high school girl who pursues fashion and trends...

Eriri didn't dare to think about it anymore. She felt that her social death was even more terrifying than being killed by a monster.

"This...this...is not what you think!" She panicked and tried to explain incoherently, "These...these are...art! They are reference materials for painting! Yes! They are reference materials!"

Her comical appearance of being in a panic and trying to cover up the truth completely shattered her disguise as a "young lady".

She was even prepared to face her best friend's contemptuous, distant, or weird looks, as well as the complete breakdown of their friendship.

However, Itamaki Kiyo's reaction was completely beyond her expectations.

After her initial surprise, Itamaki Motoyo didn't show any disdain or ridicule. She simply walked towards the glass display cases with curiosity, like a tourist visiting a museum.

She carefully looked at the figurines that Eriri treasured through the glass, and even pointed at one of Eriri's favorite characters with interest and asked.

"Is this... the protagonist you drew in your last fanfiction? It's so exquisitely done."

There was no trace of sarcasm in her tone, only the purest curiosity and appreciation.

She turned her head and looked at the blond girl who was so embarrassed that she almost buried her head in the ground, and suddenly she showed a bright smile that came from the heart and was extremely sincere.

"That's amazing, Yingli-chan."

"So, you usually stay in a room like this and draw those amazing paintings."

She exclaimed sincerely, with little stars twinkling in her eyes.

"I feel...she's much cuter than the usual young lady who always puts on airs and keeps people at a distance."

These simple, straightforward, yet extremely sincere words, like a ray of warm sunshine, instantly penetrated all the haze in Eriri's heart and accurately hit the deepest and softest part of her heart.

She stared blankly at Itamaki Kiyo, at the pure smile on her face without any impurities.

She had always believed that this secret of hers must never be known by her "real" friends. She was afraid of being excluded, afraid of being treated as an alien. So she always wore a thick mask, playing the role of the perfect "Sawamura Spencer Eriri".

But now, her best friend, after seeing her most real and most ashamed side, told her——

"You're cute like this, too."

An indescribable warmth surged from the depths of Eriri's heart and instantly spread throughout her body, dispelling the weakness brought by the high fever, as well as the loneliness and fear that came with knowing the truth about the world.

She felt her eyes getting slightly hot uncontrollably.

It turns out... being accepted by others is such a warm feeling.

The vague gap between the two of them, that of "big boy" and "follower", completely disappeared at this moment.

This sudden, solid friendship turned into unprecedented, powerful courage, injecting into Eriri's heart, which was about to collapse under the heavy pressure.

She no longer fought for herself, nor for that illusory "responsibility".

She wants to fight for her friends, for this newly established, extremely precious, true friendship!

She suddenly raised her head, and all the confusion and fragility in her golden eyes were swept away, replaced by an unprecedented firmness and determination that burned like flames.

She settled her friends down, poured them some hot tea, and told them to stay in their rooms and not run around.

Then, alone, she rushed to her computer.

She opened the search engine, her hands flying across the keyboard, and began searching for all entries related to the urban legend at an almost crazy speed.

"Mary's Phone Call", "Curse", "Curse Breaker", "Origin of Urban Legend"...

She had to find a way out! She had to!

Her focused and serious profile, illuminated by the cold light of the computer screen, gleamed with the first brilliance of a "trainee investigator."

Chapter 0027: Small goal: first take down Japan's No. chaebol

Just as Eriri Sawamura risked everything for the safety of her friend, and as a trainee investigator, she faced the darkness of the world for the first time, embarking on her "test" full of tragedy and determination.

Her immediate superior, Lin Qing, the chairman of the SCP Foundation, has already set his sights on a larger chess game that could influence the direction of the entire country.

He knew very well that if the Foundation wanted to grow and develop steadily in this world, it would not be enough to just deal with a few wandering evil spirits or take in a few urban legends.

The manifestation of supernatural power inevitably triggers a chain reaction in the secular world: media coverage, government intervention, public panic, and even the coveting of other organizations hidden in the shadows, greedy for "abnormal" things. These are all more difficult and troublesome than the monster itself.

He needs a shield.

A shield strong enough, large enough, and powerful enough to shield the Foundation from all prying eyes and trouble from the "positive" world. A perfect shield that would allow him to focus on handling "anomalies" without worrying about any worldly constraints.

In today's Japan, the only ones qualified to be this shield are the four giants that control the country's economic lifeline - the four major chaebols.

Among them, the Shinomiya Zaibatsu, which has the longest history, the most brutal means, and the most far-reaching influence, is the best choice.

Lin Qing's goal therefore became extremely clear.

He wanted to turn the most powerful lion in the secular world into a watchdog for the foundation.

And in his bug-like memory from another world, there is a perfect fulcrum that allows him to pry the lion at the lowest cost.

That person is one of the heirs of the Shinomiya Zaibatsu, the eldest daughter of Shinomiya Gan'an, and also the top of all high school students in Japan today, the vice president of the student union of Shuchiin Academy.

Shinomiya Kaguya.

A contradictory daughter of heaven who possesses beauty, wisdom, wealth and power, but is caught in the center of a brutal succession war within her family, and whose heart is filled with a desire for victory and freedom.

She is the perfect "containment" object.

……

Shuchiin Academy.

This prestigious school, nestled in the heart of Tokyo, is itself a bastion of power and class. The campus's architecture is elegant and grand, imbued with a classical charm. Every lawn is manicured like the finest carpet, and every street tree is meticulously tended by the finest gardeners.

At the school gate, what slowly pulled up were no longer ordinary trams or buses, but expensive black cars with special license plates. The students who stepped out of the cars—handsome men, elegant women, all dressed in expensive, custom-made uniforms—exuded an innate confidence and composure, characteristic of the upper class.

This is a microcosm of Japan's future. Every student who graduates from here will become a key figure influencing the political, business, and even national destiny.

Lin Qing was wearing the ordinary Feng Zhiqi High School uniform, like an ugly duckling who had strayed into Swan Lake. He mingled with this group of "chosen ones" who were either rich or noble, but he did not feel out of place at all. Instead, he had a strange sense of coordination, like a "king inspecting his own territory."

He ignored the slightly scrutinizing and doubtful looks from the elite students around him. Relying on the extraordinary perception of the surrounding environment brought by [Soul and Body Oneness], he easily avoided all hidden surveillance cameras and security patrol routes like a ghost.

He didn't hesitate for a moment, as if he knew this vast campus, which he was entering for the first time, like the back of his hand. His destination was clear: the Student Union Room, located on the top floor of the main teaching building and the seat of power for the entire academy.

Walking through a corridor as luxurious as a hotel lobby and going up the red-carpeted stairs, Lin Qing soon arrived at the overly quiet corridor leading to the Student Union Room.

He knew that his target, Kaguya Shinomiya, was behind the heavy wooden door that symbolized supreme power.

Just as he was about to step onto the marble floor that symbolized the "restricted area."

A figure suddenly appeared from the corner next to him as if teleporting, blocking his way exactly.

She was a girl with fashionable blonde hair, wearing a personalized outfit, and looked a bit like a bad girl.

But her eyes are completely different from her hot girl appearance.

Those were a pair of extremely sharp, calm eyes that were full of professionalism.

She leaned casually against the wall, her hands in her pockets, but her body was positioned in a posture ready to unleash force at any moment, a stance that combined offense and defense. Her blocking position was meticulously calculated, perfectly positioned at the golden section of the corridor, offering the best view and the least potential for surprise attack.

She is Kaguya Shinomiya's most loyal attendant, the most rigorously trained and versatile attendant - Hayasaka Ai.

She spoke in a nonchalant, confusing tone typical of girls her age.

"This classmate looks unfamiliar."

"That's the Student Union's important area ahead, no one is allowed in."

Her voice was sweet, and she had the impeccable smile of a hottie. But Lin Qing could clearly sense from her an aura that was completely different from her appearance, like that of a top-notch agent, full of vigilance and danger.

A silent confrontation between extraordinary beings and humanity's top elites quietly unfolds in this quiet corridor.