I created a foundation

"Click——"

The warehouse door slowly closed under the push of the hydraulic rod, making a dull locking sound.

"Om..."

The runes on the surface of the metal warehouse lit up with blue light one by one, and a hissing sound of low-temperature gas rapidly ejected could be heard from inside.

However, in just a dozen seconds, this "ghost"-level anomaly was completely sealed and turned into a "containment object" with a label, waiting to be transported back to the base for further research.

A team member in charge of information survey half-knelt beside the metal warehouse and pointed a handheld data terminal at the metal warehouse.

A blue light swept across.

On the terminal screen, lines of complex data streams began to scroll rapidly, analyzing Iwasaki Maika's biological information, energy residue, and genetic sequence.

Suddenly, the terminal made a slight "beep" sound.

All data flows stopped instantly, and a red, flashing warning window popped up in the center of the screen.

In the window, there is a strange emblem composed of three twisted spirals that seem to be made of flesh and blood, which makes people feel uncomfortable at first sight.

Below the emblem, a line of cold black font appeared clearly.

[Identification Code: Cult of the Flesh]

[Threat Level Assessment: Keter]

[Handling Plan: ...Insufficient authority]

Seeing the information on the screen, the team member's body stiffened almost imperceptibly.

He was silent for a few seconds before raising his hand and pressing the talk button on the communicator.

His voice, through the encrypted channel, was clearly transmitted to the ears of every Foundation member on the battlefield.

"Command Center, this is Containment Team Alpha."

"The target's faction affiliation has been confirmed."

The man's voice paused, as if the name itself carried a tremendous weight.

"The target... is affiliated with Sarkicism."

Command Center, Foundation Headquarters.

The huge curved main screen was divided into dozens of real-time monitoring screens, presenting the battlefield situation in the Izu mountain area to Lin Qing without any blind spots.

The rain, the mud, the scattered flesh and blood, the fallen charred bodies, and the Foundation containment forces that appeared like ghosts.

He watched all this calmly, as if he was watching a play with a pre-written script.

When the silver metal warehouse engraved with complex runes completely swallowed up the remains of Iwasaki Maika, the hatch made a heavy locking sound.

In his mind, the cold and familiar system prompt sound arrived as expected.

[Naming…SCP-015-Sarkic Cultist.]

【Containment successful.】

The electronic sound effects do not have any emotional fluctuations, they just state an established fact.

[It was detected that the host successfully suppressed and contained the abnormality of the Sarkic sect, which possesses powerful flesh regeneration and life activation abilities, making an outstanding contribution to revealing the existence of this hostile organization.]

[Award evaluation in progress...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the S-level passive ability: [Resurrection of Flesh and Blood]! ]

The moment the words fell, an indescribable warm torrent, as if coming from the very origin of life, appeared out of nowhere without any warning and instantly penetrated Lin Qing's limbs and bones.

This energy is not violent, but it carries an irresistible and silent dominance.

It did not impact his meridians or transform his bones, but directly penetrated into the most microscopic level of his body.

Every cell and every mitochondria emits a joyful hum under the baptism of this energy.

Lin Qing could even clearly "see" that the cell division speed, activity, and self-repair potential in his body were skyrocketing at an almost terrifying rate.

At this moment, his body turned into a boiling ocean filled with infinite vitality.

Before my eyes, the light blue data stream appeared again.

[Ability Name: Flesh and Blood Resurrection]

[Level: S-level (Passive)]

[Effect: As long as a trace of flesh and blood (including a single cell) remains in the host's body, it can regenerate infinitely in a very short time by consuming energy, until it is restored to its peak state. The regeneration process can perfectly copy memories and soul information, without any rejection or degeneration reactions.]

Lin Qing slowly raised his right hand, spread out his five fingers, and then gently clenched them.

He could feel that beneath that layer of skin, the surging blood, the tight muscles, and the tough bones all contained an unprecedented and almost inexhaustible vitality.

He tried to mobilize a little energy and inject it into an epidermal cell on his fingertip.

That cell completed the entire process from birth to peak and then to apoptosis in an instant, and a new, active cell replaced it in one ten-thousandth of a second.

This is a kind of vitality that is almost unreasonable.

Before this, the [immortality] he possessed was more of a conceptual "immortality", which ensured that his existence would not be easily erased and his soul would not be obliterated.

And now, the appearance of [Resurrection of Flesh and Blood] has added the strongest and indestructible lock to his "immortality" on the physical level.

The two complement each other and fit perfectly.

As long as he doesn't want to die, as long as there is energy in this world that he can absorb, then theoretically, no physical attack can truly kill him.

Even if he is blown into dust in the universe, as long as there is a cell left, he can make a comeback.

He took the most solid and crucial step towards true "immortality".

The satisfaction brought by this harvest made the corners of Lin Qing's mouth rise slightly, almost imperceptibly.

At this moment, the encrypted communication channel on the battlefield was directly connected to the main speaker of the command center.

The voice of the Alpha containment team leader was cold, steady, yet carried a hint of unprecedented solemnity, echoing in the empty command room.

"Command Center, this is Containment Team Alpha."

"The target's faction affiliation has been confirmed."

The man's voice paused, as if the name he was about to utter carried a tremendous weight that was enough to crush one's heart.

"The target... is affiliated with Sarkicism."

On the main screen, the red emblem consisting of three twisted spirals of flesh and blood was instantly enlarged to the center.

It hangs there quietly, exuding a primitive, barbaric, and evil beauty that makes people feel physically uncomfortable at the first glance.

Beneath the emblem, there was a line of cold black font, and every word seemed to be written in blood.

[Identification Code: Cult of the Flesh]

[Threat Level Assessment: Keter]

[Handling Plan: ...Insufficient authority]

Inside the command center, the Foundation staff, who were busy at their respective posts, paused for a fraction of a second the moment they heard the name.

The air seemed to be sucked out at this moment.

An invisible, heavy pressure hangs over everyone's heart.

They are all elites, have received the most rigorous training, and know the meaning behind this name.

This wasn't some ordinary anomaly, a single individual or phenomenon that could be contained, controlled, and protected.

It is an organization, a faction, a huge and ancient hostile force whose doctrine is to distort flesh and blood and desecrate life, and is committed to "unifying" all life forms into their filthy, primitive torrent of flesh and blood.

Keter.

Extinction level.

This level has not appeared in the foundation's evaluation report for a long time.

It means that once the anomaly gets out of control, it will have the ability to cause devastating and irreversible damage to human civilization and even the entire planet's ecosystem.

Lin Qing leaned back in the chair, his fingers tapping the armrest unconsciously.

The smile on his face had long since disappeared, replaced by a deep calmness.

His gaze penetrated the screen, as if he saw somewhere deeper and farther.

From the original evil spirits, to urban legends, to ghouls, Deep Sea King, and even the ultimate creature Kas.

The enemies he faced were getting stronger all the time.

But all of those still remain within the scope of "individual".

And now, a real, huge hostile organization that targets "civilization" has finally surfaced.

The challenge has been upgraded.

But there was no fear in Lin Qing's eyes. Instead... there was a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

It's like a max-level player who is finally tired of being bullied in the Novice Village, and now, the World BOSS copy has finally opened its doors to him.

His gaze returned to the twisted emblem of flesh and blood in the center of the screen.

A new starting point, the corpse begins.

Chapter 147: The defeated dog declares war, the uninvited guest Kasumi Shiko

The heavy atmosphere in the command center did not spread to Feng Zhiqi Academy.

The next morning, sunlight pierced through the thin clouds, shimmering onto the playground, coating everything in a warm golden hue. It was as if the containment operation that had shaken the world the previous night had been but a forgotten dream.

However, for Eriri, she hardly slept a wink that night.

In front of the mirror, the girl, with two clearly visible dark circles under her eyes, stared at herself with a vacant gaze. In her mind, the words her mother Sayuri Sawamura had said last night kept echoing.

"Eri, happiness isn't something that will just fall from your chest if you just sit there."

"That girl from the Kasumigaoka family, and that seemingly well-behaved little sister, Miko, are both much more proactive than you."

"If you keep going like this, the boy you like will be snatched away by someone else. Don't come back crying to your mother when that happens."