I created a foundation

And his sons, who are all arrogant, arrogance and ambitious.

At this moment, like a group of the most humble and loyal servants, they maintained a standard 90-degree bow full of utmost respect to their "President" Lin Qing who was standing in the middle of the conference table.

The whole picture is so quiet, so harmonious, yet so... subversive!

"This... this... what's going on?"

Kaguya's genius brain, comparable to a supercomputer, completely burned out at this moment.

She was completely unable to understand or analyze the strange, surreal scene before her.

She imagined countless possibilities.

She thought that Lin Qing might have a thrilling negotiation with her father, full of exchanges of interests and intrigues.

She thought that Lin Qing might show his inhuman strength and suppress her father and brothers in the most brutal and unreasonable way.

But she had never expected it to be like this.

It will be a bloodless, silent, god-like conquest that completely changes the souls of these lions from the very root!

Hayasaka Ai, standing beside her, was equally shocked. Her professionalism, the result of top-tier training and something she was so proud of, seemed so pale and ridiculous in the face of this scene that was completely beyond her comprehension.

Even Busujima Saeko, who had just completed her "Shikai" and had a certain understanding of the "abnormalities" of this world, was filled with deep, unconcealable shock and... fanaticism in her purple eyes when she saw this scene.

Is this the power of the president?

Is this the power of God?

Just as the three girls were all in great shock and trance because of the miraculous scene before them.

Lin Qing casually walked to the main seat at the long table and sat down in an extremely natural posture as if he was sitting on his own sofa.

The position he sat on originally belonged only to Shinomiya Yan'an, a "throne" that symbolized absolute power.

Then, he gave his first order as "master" to the old man who was still bowing and as respectful as a butler.

"Yan'an." His voice was calm, yet it carried a supreme authority that made his words come true. "Announce your decision to your daughter."

"Yes, Master."

Sigong Yan'an stood up straight. On his haggard face, there was no longer any coldness and majesty of a dictator. Instead, there was only the most fanatical admiration for Lin Qing.

He turned around and faced his daughter, Kaguya Shinomiya, who was still in great shock and had not yet recovered.

Then, Kaguya's pupils were filled with disbelief and shrank violently.

This high-ranking father who had once made her feel endless fear and pressure bowed deeply to her with an extremely solemn gesture full of humility and apology.

"Miss Kaguya." His voice was loud and clear, filled with solemnity. "I, Shinomiya Yan'an, hereby solemnly declare this. Because I am old, and I deeply realize the mistakes I made in the past in family management."

"From today on, I will officially abdicate. The position of head of the Shinomiya family will be inherited by you, the most outstanding genius in the history of our Shinomiya family, Kaguya-san, who is both virtuous and talented, and is highly regarded by everyone!"

He just finished speaking.

The brothers behind him, who once regarded Kaguya as a thorn in their side, also turned around in unison, bowed deeply to their stunned sister, and spoke in unison with a unified voice full of joy and sincerity.

"I will follow my father's wise decision! We will unreservedly and wholeheartedly support the new head of the family! Under the leadership of Patriarch Kaguya, the Shinomiya family will surely usher in unprecedented and even greater glory!"

There wasn't a trace of resentment or jealousy on their faces.

What they do have is just genuine joy at the ascension of the "new king".

Kaguya and Hayasaka were completely dumbfounded.

A few hours ago, Lin Qing said to her in the villa: "Tonight, I will make you the new head of the Shigong family."

At that time, she thought it was the delusional ravings of a madman.

And now.

This "crazy talk", in her opinion, would require her to spend at least another ten or twenty years, using countless conspiracies and calculations, before she could touch the edge of her unattainable dream.

Just like that, in a miraculous way that she could not understand at all, it became a reality with ease.

However, this subversive "coronation ceremony" is not over yet.

After announcing his decision to abdicate, Sigong Yan'an turned to Lin Qing again and announced the second and more important decision in a more fanatical and respectful tone.

"Also, on behalf of the Shinomiya Group, I hereby pledge my highest loyalty to my Lord!"

"From now on, all of the Shinomiya Group's industries, funds, connections, and armed forces will unreservedly and 100% fully support and cooperate with all actions of the SCP Foundation!"

"The Foundation's instructions are equivalent to the Patriarch's highest instructions!"

"The will of the Foundation is the sole and supreme will of our Shinomiya Foundation in the future!"

Overnight, this behemoth business empire that controlled the lifeline of Japan's economy quietly became Lin Qing's and the foundation's... possession.

That night, the Foundation's power experienced an explosive, geometric expansion that could not be measured by any data!

Hearing this, Kaguya's heart, which had already been filled with great happiness and shock, looked at the young man who was casually leaning on the throne belonging to the "head of the family" with a faint smile on his face, as if he had just done something insignificant.

She looked at him, and in her mind, she recalled all the struggles and efforts she had made in the past ten years to survive in the cold family.

She finally understood what a great being she was following.

Izu Peninsula, late at night.

Away from the hustle and bustle of the city, a remote coastline seems particularly quiet.

Everything seems so peaceful and tranquil.

It seems that even time has slowed down in this forgotten corner.

However, this tranquility was soon broken.

"belch--!"

A loud burp violently tore through the silence of the night.

What followed was the indistinct, drunken singing of several men, as well as their unbridled laughter and cursing.

"Damn it... the fish catch has been getting smaller and smaller lately... hiccup... I can barely even afford the wine..."

They were fishermen from a nearby village who had just gotten drunk in a tavern.

"Who says it's not true... Those damned... big ships... have... ripped off all the fish near the coast... They're not going to let us... small fishermen survive..."

Another tall and thin fisherman cursed and threw the empty bottle in his hand into the dark sea.

With a soft "plop" sound, the wine bottle sank into the water, causing a small ripple that quickly disappeared.

They seemed to feel that this was not enough to vent their anger, so they picked up a few stones on the beach and threw them into the sea, still cursing and using foul language that was unbearable to hear.

They didn't notice at all that not far from their feet, in the sea water shimmering in the moonlight, a huge and blurry shadow was slowly and silently rising from the deep trench.

The outline of that shadow was definitely not that of any known marine creature.

It is huge and twisted, emitting a heart-pounding and terrifying aura that comes from the ancient times.

This sea area, the abyss ten thousand meters below, is its kingdom.

It is the true overlord of this endless blue - the king of the deep sea.

It was originally just patrolling the edge of its vast territory according to its habit for millions of years, occasionally floating up to the shallow sea to feel the water flow and light that were completely different from those in the deep sea.

However, today, this rare tranquility was completely broken by the noise of those tiny creatures on the shore and the filth they threw.

The Deep Sea King's huge eyes, which flickered with a faint light in the darkness, slowly turned towards the direction where the sound came from.

In its perception, the creatures clamoring on the shore were as small as dust and fragile as to be vulnerable to any blow.

In the eyes of the Deep Sea King, their behavior was nothing more than an ant provoking a dragon.

A cold rage that came from absolute power slowly rose within its huge body.

"insect……"

A low voice, as if coming from the depths of hell, resonated in the sea water.

The next second, a sudden change occurred!

"Boo! Hah! Hah!"

Several sharp sounds of breaking through the air were heard.

Several water arrows formed by high-pressure seawater, which are almost impossible to capture with the naked eye, shot out from the surging waves at a terrifying speed that exceeds the speed of sound.

Their target was extremely precise, and it was precisely those fishermen who were still drunk and noisy.

"Ugh—!"

"Pfft——!"

The shrill screams stopped abruptly...

The drunken look on the short and fat fisherman's face froze instantly. He didn't even have time to let out a complete scream before a water arrow accurately pierced his throat, bringing out a puff of warm blood mist.

The wine bottle in his hand fell to the beach with a clang and shattered. The remaining wine mixed with blood seeped into the sand.

The other fishermen suffered the same fatal blow almost at the same time.

In the last remnants of their consciousness, they only saw a terrifying creature that was difficult to describe in words slowly walking onto the beach step by step from the blood-stained sea water.

The creature was roughly humanoid in shape, but covered in dark green, tough scales that shone with a metallic luster.

On its head, there is a hideous crown made from the bones of some unknown deep-sea creature.

A cloak, also woven from bones and strange seaweed, moved windlessly behind it.

Its face, rather than that of a fish, is more like some legendary evil spirit, with exposed fangs and blood-red eyes, full of brutality and majesty.

In the moonlight, its huge figure cast a hopeless shadow.

The Deep Sea King walked over to the still warm body of a fisherman. The corpse's eyes were still wide open, revealing the horror of death.

It stretched out a huge hand covered with sharp claws and gently pressed it on the fisherman Shang Wen's forehead.

An invisible, cold energy surged out from its palm and invaded the fisherman's brain.

The fisherman's pupils, which had begun to dilate, suddenly contracted, as if he was enduring some unspeakable pain.

The Deep Sea King closed his eyes and began to read the remaining chaotic fragments of consciousness in the mind of this "bug".

Blurry images, noisy sounds, all kinds of bizarre thoughts...

This was the first time that it had access to information about "land" in such a systematic and direct manner.