I created a foundation

Layer after layer, it seemed as if using the power of modern industry to build a tomb five thousand meters deep into the earth for an ancient evil god, from which he could never escape.

The whole process lasted ten minutes.

When the last corner on the screen was filled with black, representing "sealed," and a green "PERMANENTLYSEALED" sign popped up, the entire command hall remained dead silent.

Everyone seemed to be exhausted, staring blankly at the screen, as if they couldn't believe that this crazy gamble in a race against death was actually won.

They used human wisdom, planning and execution to turn an absolutely invincible "natural disaster" on the physical level into a harmless "prisoner" locked in a box.

Finally, someone unknown was the first to let out a suppressed cheer of survival.

This cheer was like a stone thrown into a calm lake, instantly detonating the entire audience.

Thunderous applause, excited shouts, and relieved laughter resounded throughout the command hall.

Some people threw the documents in their hands into the air, some excitedly hugged their companions, and some slumped in their chairs, covering their faces with their hands, their shoulders shaking uncontrollably.

This is their victory.

A victory without smoke, but greater than any war.

Nanami Aoyama quietly watched the jubilant ocean in front of her without participating in it.

She just turned around slowly, picked up the intercom on the table, and pressed the button for everyone to talk.

The noisy cheers gradually subsided after the harsh sound of electricity.

Everyone subconsciously looked at their temporary commander.

Nanami Aoyama's calm voice was clearly transmitted to every corner of the base through the radio.

"Central Command Notice."

"SCP-096, contained successfully."

She paused, put down the communicator, and added softly in a voice that only she could hear.

"Express delivery, signed for."

Chapter 163: President's Privilege, Enneagram Exoskeleton

When the command hall was completely ignited by the carnival of the survivors, the heavy alloy door leading to the outside world slid silently to the side.

The hustle and bustle seemed to have been paused by an invisible hand.

Everyone froze in an instant, and they subconsciously turned their heads, their eyes fixed on the door.

Lin Qing just stood there.

He was dressed in simple casual clothes, his hands in his pockets, his expression as calm as if he had just gone for a walk, not faced a crisis that could destroy civilization. There was no trace of battle on his body, not even the corners of his clothes were disheveled.

This extreme calmness formed an extremely sharp and glaring contrast with the embarrassed postures of the people in the hall, some of whom were excited, some exhausted, and some in tears.

The applause and cheers that had just resounded through the sky disappeared strangely at this moment.

What replaced it was a more fanatical and more pious silence.

The air seemed to freeze.

Everyone present, whether they were battle-hardened veterans of the armed forces or talented researchers from ivory towers, subconsciously straightened their backs, their eyes filled with awe and admiration from the depths of their souls.

They looked at the young figure walking slowly into the hall, as if they were looking up at a god walking on earth.

Lin Qing's gaze swept across the entire audience and finally landed on the blue-haired girl in the commander-in-chief's seat, who had remained calm throughout but whose cheeks were now flushed with excitement.

He walked through the crowd and went straight to Aoyama Nanami.

In the entire command hall, hundreds of people followed his movements with their eyes, and you could hear a pin drop.

Nanami Aoyama clenched her fists nervously, her heart pounding uncontrollably, even her breathing becoming cautious. She looked up at the president who had walked up to her, her lips moving, but she didn't know what to say.

Lin Qing looked at her blue eyes that were trying to remain calm but couldn't hide her excitement and nervousness, and a gentle smile appeared on his face.

He raised his hand and gently patted the girl's head as her eyes widened slightly in surprise.

This action is intimate, yet carries an unquestionable recognition of a superior towards his subordinate.

"Well done, Nanami."

His voice was not loud, but it was clearly heard by everyone present.

This praise is more glorious than any medal.

"From today on, you are one of the official commanders of the Foundation."

Aoyama Nanami's body trembled violently, and a look of disbelief flashed in her eyes.

"Your salary." Lin Qing withdrew his hand and added casually, "Add three more zeros."

boom.

Nanami Aoyama felt her mind go blank. All her thoughts and language abilities were completely overwhelmed by these casual words. She stared blankly at Lin Qing with her mouth open, her cheeks visibly burning hot, from her ears all the way down to her neck.

The people around him cast undisguised, extremely envious glances at him.

This is not only a monetary reward, but also the highest recognition of her abilities and achievements from the president.

This honor is unique.

At this moment, a civil servant in charge of archival records came up quickly, holding a data terminal. He bowed respectfully to Lin Qing, then turned to Aoyama Nanami and reported in a standard business tone:

"Commander, according to the containment protocol, we will number and archive the new containment object. According to the sequence, it will be named [SCP-017]. Please confirm."

This is the process and the routine.

Nanami Aoyama took a deep breath, forced herself to suppress the emotions churning in her heart, and was about to nod in confirmation.

"and many more."

Lin Qing's voice sounded again, calmly, yet with an authority that could not be questioned.

The archivist's movements stopped instantly.

Aoyama Nanami also looked at him in confusion.

In the hall, everyone's eyes were once again focused on Lin Qing, with confusion and inquiry.

Lin Qing's lips curled up into an elusive smile. He looked at the black area on the main screen that said "Permanently Closed" and spoke slowly.

"To show respect to this old friend who has come from afar..."

old friend?

Everyone present had an expression of extreme confusion on their faces.

That monster that could unleash a world-destroying catastrophe with just a photo of its face, that terrifying existence that they had to use all their wisdom and courage to barely seal, the president... called it an "old friend"?

The information contained in these three words made their scalps tingle with fear.

Lin Qing ignored everyone's shock and continued in a calm tone:

"Also to commemorate Nanami's truly brilliant command..."

His gaze fell back on Aoyama Nanami, whose heart skipped a beat again at this sudden praise.

"I decided to give it a special, permanent number."

As soon as he finished speaking, Lin Qing took a step forward, walked past the archivist, and went straight to the giant main control screen in the center of the command hall, which was dozens of meters high.

He stood in front of the screen, stretched out his right hand, and tapped lightly on the virtual keyboard with his slender fingers.

His movements were slow, even casual.

But at this moment, everyone in the command hall seemed to hold their breath. They stared at Lin Qing's back, at his fingers reflected in the light of the screen, not daring to blink.

A strong premonition arose in their hearts.

What they were about to witness was an oracle from the highest authority, one that would go down in the annals of the Foundation, yet one they could not comprehend at all.

Lin Qing's fingers stopped.

On the screen, the file representing the newly contained object was called up. In the number column, the cursor was quietly blinking.

He entered the first character.

[S]

[C]

【P】

【-】

Everyone's heart was in their throat.

Then, under the gazes of everyone's puzzled, bewildered, and even horrified eyes, Lin Qing without thinking entered three numbers that were illogical and completely out of the existing numbering sequence.

【0】

【9】

【6】

【SCP-096】.

This number, like a thunderclap, exploded in everyone's mind.

why?

Why is it 096?

What's the special meaning of this number? It doesn't conform to any sorting rules, it breaks the most basic archival management logic since the foundation was established.

This is a completely groundless, unreasonable, and extremely arbitrary designation.

However, this is not the end.

Before everyone could recover from this mysterious number, Lin Qing's finger moved again and entered its name in the "Code" column below.

The “Shy Guy”

When this line of words appeared clearly on the screen, the entire command hall fell into a deathly silence shrouded in great confusion and awe.

A shy...person?