I created a foundation

It was as if... she didn't think this was something that needed to be taken seriously.

Eriri secretly glanced at Kasumigaoka Utaha, her eyes full of seeking help from 247.

What should we do? This person doesn't seem afraid of us at all!

Kasumigaoka Utaha also felt an unprecedented difficulty.

She has dealt with all kinds of "witnesses", some who were panicked, some who denied anything, some who tried to bargain, and even some who showed great interest and wanted to join in.

But someone like Kato Megumi, who remained absolutely calm throughout the whole process and was even able to complain with an attitude of "You are busy, I won't disturb you", is definitely the first one.

This guy... is he really an ordinary person?

An absurd thought flashed through Kasumigaoka Utaha's mind.

In the end, Kasumigaoka Utaha sighed helplessly and gave up the idea of ​​continuing to communicate with Kato Megumi "according to the procedure."

She raised her wrist and activated a tiny communicator on her wrist that looked like an ordinary decoration.

"President."

There was a barely perceptible hint of fatigue and... a hint of request in her voice.

"There seems to be a rather unusual situation at the command center. Perhaps... you need to handle it personally."

There was silence on the other end of the communicator for a few seconds, and then Lin Qing's calm voice was heard.

【understood. 】

These three simple words carry the power to reassure people.

Kasumigaoka Utaha breathed a sigh of relief and turned off the communicator.

She looked at Kato Megumi, who was still pushing the file cart and standing there quietly, and her expression regained some of her usual calmness.

"Kato-san."

Kasumigaoka Utaha made an elegant "please" gesture to Kato Megumi, and her tone softened a lot.

"Since you are unwilling to accept the convenient option we offer, then I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to come with us."

"The president... should have a solution that's more suitable for you."

Upon hearing this, Kato Megumi tilted her head slightly, as if she was thinking seriously about the proposal.

Her eyes, without any emotion, stared quietly at Kasumigaoka Utaha, and then glanced at Eriri, who was still a little angry but had stopped waving the baseball bat.

After a few seconds, she nodded slightly.

"Ok."

Kato Megumi answered calmly, her voice still subtle, but clearly reaching the ears of Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri.

She thought about it and felt that the plot of "meeting the final boss" seemed quite interesting.

Chapter 59: Elevator to the Underground, Welcome to the SCP Foundation

Kasumigaoka Utaha made an elegant "please" gesture and her tone softened a lot.

"Since you are unwilling to accept the convenient option we offer, then I'm afraid I'll have to trouble you to come with us."

Her voice had a peculiar rhythm, as if she was not speaking to an ordinary student who might reveal S-class secrets, but rather inviting a guest to visit a unique exhibition.

"The president... should have a solution that's more suitable for you."

Upon hearing this, Kato Megumi tilted her head slightly.

Her eyes, without any emotion, stared quietly at Kasumigaoka Utaha, and then glanced at Eriri, who was still a little angry but had stopped waving the baseball bat.

The blonde girl's cheeks still had a slight blush on them, and she seemed to be still upset about Kato Megumi describing their great foundation as a "role-playing club."

After a few seconds, Kato Megumi nodded slightly.

"Ok."

She answered calmly, her voice still soft but clearly reaching the ears of Kasumigaoka Utaha and Eriri.

She thought about it and decided that the "meet the final boss" plot seemed quite interesting. At least, it was more worth looking forward to than simply losing her memory or joining a busy-sounding organization.

So, under the guidance of two "senior members" of the foundation, Kato Megumi walked through the corridors between several teaching buildings.

Finally, they stopped in front of an inconspicuous door.

On the door hung a half-worn sign with faded paint that read "Sports Equipment Second Storage Room."

The door lock looked old, with a thin layer of dust on it, and even fine spider webs could be seen on the edge of the door frame.

The air was filled with a faint mixture of musty and dusty scents, and occasionally one could catch a hint of the sour smell left after the evaporation of sweat.

The light here was much dimmer than in the corridor. Only a small frosted glass window let in some vague daylight.

Various discarded sports equipment was haphazardly piled in a corner. A deflated basketball lay limp on the ground like a deflated balloon, a broken badminton racket leaned against the wall, and a few worn gymnastics mats were piled together, covered in dust.

Kato Megumi looked around, her tone still that unique, calm one.

"Is this your activity room?"

She commented quietly, looking away from a stained jump box.

“It’s really hidden.”

No one would have thought that the possible entrance to the base of an organization that sounds so "high-end" and even involves "world peace" and "S-level secrets" would be such an ordinary, even somewhat dilapidated place.

Eriri's mouth twitched, and she wanted to retort, "Of course this isn't our room," but she swallowed the words back. She knew now wasn't the time to explain, and, in a way, Kato Megumi's speculation only served to highlight the "surprise" that was about to unfold.

Kasumigaoka Utaha did not answer Kato Megumi's question.

She just walked calmly to the deepest wall of the utility room.

The wall looked just like the others, the same old white paint with scratches and graffiti left by bored students.

Kasumigaoka Utaha stretched out her slender fingers and gently pushed aside a yellowed old poster of a bygone sports star that was stuck on the wall.

Behind the poster, there is an inconspicuous metal disc, about the size of a palm, with a smooth surface and no logo.

If you don't look for it deliberately, no one will notice its existence.

Kasumigaoka Utaha aimed her right eye at the center of the metal disc.

A very thin red beam, almost imperceptible to the naked eye, shot out from the center of the disk and scanned her iris precisely.

The red light flickered a few times and then went out.

The air was so quiet that you could hear the sound of dust falling to the ground.

Kato Megumi watched the scene quietly, without much emotion in her eyes, as if she was just watching a spy movie with a slightly old-fashioned plot.

Eriri subconsciously straightened her back, a subtle hint of anticipation and pride on her face. She knew the truly shocking moment was about to arrive.

Just when Kato Megumi thought that this was just some kind of mysterious ritual, or a cleverly designed mechanism that would eventually get stuck, a cold and mechanical electronic synthesized sound suddenly rang out in the silent utility room.

[Identity confirmed, Feng Zhiqi Academy branch, B-level authority, Kasumigaoka Utaha supervisor. Welcome back.]

The voice was not loud, but extremely clear, with an inhuman precision and indifference.

The next second, under Kato Megumi's gaze, the entire wall that seemed extremely solid actually slid slowly to both sides silently, like melting ice.

There is no sluggishness or friction noise, only extremely smooth mechanical movement.

Behind the wall was not another storage room as expected, nor was it a secret passage.

Instead, it is a small, sci-fi-like space filled with cold, hard metal textures and faint blue light bands.

In the center of the space, a sunken circular elevator stands quietly.

The air seemed to have changed, carrying a hint of the unique coolness of metal.

At this moment, Kato Megumi's calm expression, which had remained unchanged for thousands of years and seemed indifferent to everything in the world, finally showed a very tiny crack.

Her eyes seemed to be a little wider than usual, and the deep blue light was reflected in the depths of her pupils.

She looked at the completely unreasonable scene in front of her, and her fingers, which were originally casually resting on the armrest of the file cart, curled up imperceptibly.

Then, she muttered to herself in her voice, which was still calm, but if you listened carefully, it seemed to have a little more subtle fluctuation than usual, and it seemed like she was asking questions to the two people beside her.

"This... the club's funding..."

She paused, as if choosing her words, as if digesting the scene before her.

"...It seems a bit excessive."

"Pfft."

This time, it was Eriri who couldn't help but burst out laughing.

Although he quickly realized that the occasion was not right and quickly covered his mouth with his hands, his golden eyes were still flashing with unconcealable pride and joy.

Look at this! Even the calmest person would be shocked by this!

The corners of Kasumigaoka Utaha's mouth also raised slightly, she was very satisfied with Kato Megumi's reaction at the moment.

This is the normal reaction of ordinary people when they see the tip of the iceberg of the Foundation.

She turned sideways and made another elegant "please" gesture to Kato Megumi, who was still standing there, her eyes wandering back and forth between the sci-fi elevator and the shabby storage room around it.

"Kato-san, please."

There was a hint of laughter in her voice.

"A real club activity room is much more spacious than this one."

Kato Megumi withdrew her gaze from the elevator with flashing blue light strips and took a last look at the corner filled with discarded basketballs.

She hummed softly, without saying anything else, and walked towards the elevator door that seemed to lead to another world.

Kasumigaoka Utaha was the first to enter the elevator.

Eriri followed closely behind, not forgetting to look back and give Kato Megumi a look that said "keep up".

Kato Megumi calmly stepped into the elevator.

As she entered, the heavy alloy elevator door closed silently, completely isolating the dim light and diffuse dust in the utility room.

The elevator's interior was small, barely enough for four or five people. The walls were made of the same metal, emitting a faint, cold glow. Aside from a few unassuming indicator lights, there were no buttons.