I created a foundation

The next second, its ugly and huge figure, with huge splashes of water, heavily slammed into the cold and surging waves, and disappeared without a trace in an instant, as if it had never appeared.

The Self-Defense Force members did not seem to have any intention of immediately chasing the escaping fish monster.

The moment the monster disappeared, their attention quickly and uniformly shifted to the only living person still standing in the mess.

Yukino.

Several agile team members, with steady and rhythmic tactical steps, formed a semicircular encirclement with skillful and standard movements, and quickly surrounded her in the center.

Those black muzzles, emitting smoke and the smell of death, pointed coldly and mercilessly at various vital parts of her body from all directions, completely blocking all possible routes and spaces for her to escape or resist.

Leading the group was a tall, middle-aged man with a clear military rank insignia on his shoulders.

His expression was as cold as an eternal glacier, and his eyes were as sharp as an eagle.

He walked slowly in front of Yukino at a steady pace, and stopped at a position where he could maintain a safe distance while still exerting enough pressure.

His sharp eyes hidden behind the tactical goggles were like a scalpel, carefully examining Yukino inch by inch, as if he wanted to see through her from the inside out, not missing any suspicious details.

"Miss."

His voice lacked any human emotional warmth; it was as hard as the cold weapon he held in his hand, and filled with unquestionable commands.

"No matter who you are, where you come from, or why you are here."

"You've seen things you shouldn't have seen."

"Now, for your own safety, and to cooperate with our investigation, please come with us immediately."

Yukino didn't say anything.

Her lips trembled slightly, but no sound came out.

She had no idea what she should or could say.

Those black gun muzzles emitting cold murderous intent were like emotionless eyes belonging to monsters from the abyss, staring at her mercilessly and coldly from all directions.

She knew Shen clearly.

My own peaceful, carefully planned and maintained, seemingly indestructible daily life.

at this moment.

When I saw that monster that didn't belong to this human world, and was surrounded by those cold gun muzzles.

Completely, brutally, shattered.

Not even a trace of residue was left.

Chapter 55: Foundation Response

Feng Zhiqi Academy, deep underground.

Inside the core command hall of the SCP Foundation's Neon Branch, there was an orderly and busy scene.

Dozens of uniformed staff members focused intently on their work at their respective screens. The murmurs of reports and instructions intertwined into a background cacophony of efficient operations. On the massive curved control screen, countless data streams flashed like a waterfall, monitoring abnormal signals and potential threats scattered throughout Neon.

Kasumigaoka Utaha sat upright in the commander-in-chief's seat. She wore a well-tailored dark uniform, her long black hair neatly tied back. Her fair face was framed by rimless glasses, her eyes calm and sharp behind the lenses. On the control console before her, several small screens displayed real-time reports and analytical charts from various departments. Her slender fingers moved swiftly across the virtual keyboard, processing the complex information. Occasionally, she raised her hand to nudge the frame of her glasses, and every subtle movement exuded unquestionable authority and competence.

In another work area not far away, Eriri was distracted. Her main screen displayed a complex display of online public opinion monitoring data and a graph of abnormal energy fluctuations. However, a small screen to the side displayed a freshly sketched dynamic line drawing of... well, let's call it an "artistic draft of a fighting girl." A girl with blond twintails bit the end of her digital pen, her brow furrowed slightly, as if she was struggling with the direction of her next stroke. She muttered to herself, "This waistline still isn't striking enough..."

But even so, her eyes never left the data stream on the main screen. Multitasking was already a common thing for her.

In contrast, Yotsuya Miko seemed much quieter. She sipped slowly from a steaming cup of 603 milk cocoa, sitting in her "special seat"—a specially appointed sensing seat meticulously furnished with a slightly soft and comfortable feel. The data displayed here was relatively simple, consisting mostly of abstract energy flow diagrams and spiritual wave spectra. As the Foundation's most sensitive "humanoid anomaly detector," her primary job was to "feel."

In a corner of the command hall, newly hired librarian Kato Megumi was pushing a small document cart, slowly and methodically sorting paper documents and data chips into filing cabinets. Her movements were gentle and almost silent, and she seemed to blend into the surrounding light. If you didn't pay close attention, you could easily miss her presence.

Occasionally, she would raise her head, her eyes calmly sweeping over the busy figures, listening to words such as "energy level", "memetic pollution", and "reality distortion" coming from time to time, without any change in her expression.

Everything seemed calm and efficient, until—

"Beep! Beep! Beep!"

A burst of rapid and sharp alarms broke the orderly rhythm in the command hall.

Eriri dropped the digitizer in her hand almost reflexively, her golden twintails drew a sharp arc in the air, and her hands instantly covered the main control keyboard.

"Senior Shiyu!"

There was a hint of nervousness in her voice that usually only appeared before a deadline.

"Our mole in the intelligence department of the Joint Staff Office of the Self-Defense Forces has sent an urgent report with the highest level of security!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha raised her eyes from the documents in front of her, her expression calm.

"explain."

"A high concentration and high activity of an unknown abnormal biological reaction has been detected in the southern Izu Islands, off the coast of Chichijima, at coordinates XXX.XXX! Codenamed Fishman! The Self-Defense Forces' special rapid reaction unit encountered fierce resistance during initial contact and investigation, resulting in an exchange of fire! Currently, the area has been declared a Level 1 military restricted area, and all communications are under both physical and signal shielding!"

Eriri quickly read out the report summary while her fingers moved on the console.

"The video footage and preliminary analysis data are being decrypted and are expected to be transmitted in thirty seconds!"

Kasumigaoka Utaha nodded slightly.

"Report directly delivered to the main screen. Notify all department heads; emergency online meeting to be held in three minutes. Security level raised to Beta."

"Yes!"

Eriri responded, quickly carrying out the order.

Thirty seconds later, the image on the huge curved main control screen in the center of the command hall suddenly jumped.

A grainy video, shot during a fierce battle and covered in multiple layers of encryption, begins to play.

The camera shook violently, filled with the piercing sounds of gunfire, explosions, and the screams of terror. In the gaps between the shaky images, one could vaguely see large, twisted black shadows speeding through the dark waters, occasionally splashing huge waves and some... extremely unsettling, torn wreckage.

At the end of the video, a relatively clear picture stayed for less than two seconds.

It seemed to be a humanoid creature, covered with slippery, dark scales, with a huge and ferocious head covered with sharp fangs, and a pair of huge, emotionless yellow eyes that flashed a heart-pounding cold light in the dim light.

Just this glimpse is enough to make people feel the primitive, barbaric and violent atmosphere that is coming towards them.

"Woo..."

A suppressed groan filled with intense pain came from the direction of Yotsuya Miko.

Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri immediately looked over.

Yotsuya Miko put down the cocoa cup in her hand and covered her eyes tightly with her hands. Her petite body was trembling slightly due to the intense pain. Fine cold sweat seeped out of her forehead and her face was as pale as if she had just been pulled out of ice water.

"See you!"

Eriri cried out in worry.

Yotsuya Miko slowly lowered her hand. Her beautiful eyes, always tinged with timidity and bewilderment, were now filled with unprecedented fear and pain. Her lips moved as if she wanted to say something, but the shock was so overwhelming that she was speechless.

"Take a deep breath, Jianzi."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's voice was still steady, but it carried a hint of unquestionable guiding power.

"Tell me, what did you see? Or rather, what did you feel?"

Yotsuya Miko took a few deep breaths, her voice trembling noticeably, but every word was crystal clear.

"So...so scary..."

Her teeth were chattering slightly.

"That thing... the one on the screen... no, it's the aura that's coming through the screen..."

She seemed to be struggling to find the right words to describe the feeling.

"Cold... violent... filled with... a desire for destruction..."

"It's more horrible... much more horrible... than anything I've ever seen before..."

"My eyes... felt like they were being pierced by countless red-hot needles... It hurts so much... That energy... is too vast... too evil..."

By the end of her speech, there was a hint of crying in her voice, which was the most primitive fear and trembling from the depths of her soul.

The expressions of Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri suddenly became extremely solemn.

They were all too aware of the unique and acute nature of Yotsuya Miko's "Yin Yang Eyes." The fact that she had such a violent reaction, even describing it as "far more terrifying than anything else," undoubtedly proved that the danger level of the "fish-man" that had appeared in the Izu Sea had far exceeded their initial expectations.

"Immediately compare and analyze Jianzi's perception data with the existing energy model of ghost-level disasters."

Kasumigaoka Utaha's orders were concise and swift.

Eriri immediately started to operate, and after a few seconds, her face turned ugly.

"Senior Shiyu... preliminary comparison results... the peak and duration of this energy reaction... far exceeds any known Ghost-level anomaly... and even... some characteristics are very close to the theoretical threshold of a Dragon-level disaster..."

"Dragon" class.

These two words, like two invisible mountains, weighed on the hearts of everyone in the command hall.

Kasumigaoka Utaha took a deep breath, her eyes as sharp as a knife.

Without any hesitation, she directly activated the highest-level encrypted communication channel.

"This is the Neon Branch Command Center."

Her voice was transmitted directly to the highest levels of the Foundation through a special line.

"Report to Chairman Lin Qing."

"An S-class abnormality has been confirmed in the waters south of the Izu Islands, exceeding the Demon level, with a high probability of a Dragon-class potential disaster. Codenamed the Deep Sea King. Preliminary assessment indicates it possesses the capability of large-scale regional destruction and may trigger a chain reaction of disasters. I request the President personally make a decision and issue subsequent instructions."

You could hear a pin drop in the entire command hall.

In the corner, Kato Megumi had just placed the last of a stack of documents into the filing cabinet. She listened quietly to Kasumigaoka Utaha's extremely serious report, remaining calm despite terms like "S-class anomaly," "Dragon-class disaster," "King of the Deep Sea," and "Your Excellency the President."

She just blinked slightly and whispered to herself in a low voice that almost only she could hear.

"This script sounds really great."

Chapter 56: The Ignored "Saint's Grace"

Kato Megumi pushed a small metal filing cart, the wheels gliding across the mirror-like alloy floor, making a slight and regular gurgling sound.