I created a foundation

"Before...it was my sister's fault."

"From now on, let your sister protect you in the right way."

Hearing this, the ever-changing, icy expression on Yukinoshita Yukino's delicate face, like an ice sculpture, softened ever so slightly. Her lips moved as if she were about to say something, but in the end, no sound came out.

She just looked quietly at her sister in front of her, looking at Yukinoshita Haruno, who was familiar but seemed a little strange at the moment.

Her sister's eyes were no longer the sharp one that carried scrutiny and control, but instead contained something she had never seen before... Perhaps, it was sincerity, or perhaps, it was some kind of exhaustion and relief after removing the disguise.

This feeling made her feel a little unfamiliar, but deep in her heart, she couldn't help but feel a faint... warmth rising up.

At the same time, in Lin Qing's mind, the familiar system prompt tone without any emotion rang on time.

[Subject No. 008 - Kamishiro Rize has been successfully contained.]

[Award evaluation in progress...]

[Containment rating: S-level (rare mutant ghoul, highly dangerous and special).]

[Overall Assessment: Perfect Containment (Not only successfully suppressing and containing the S-Class anomaly, but also completing the reshaping of the worldview of key plot character Yukinoshita Haruno and actively recruiting her, potentially having significant benefits for the Foundation's future development).]

[Due to the excellent overall evaluation results, the shelter reward will be significantly increased...]

[Congratulations to the host for obtaining the S-level ability - Immortality! ]

The moment the words fell, an indescribable, vast and majestic life energy emerged from nothingness like a torrent bursting through a dam, instantly filling Lin Qing's limbs, every cell, every inch of his bones!

This energy is so pure and gentle, yet it carries an unquestionable dominance and vitality.

Wherever it passed, Lin Qing could even clearly "sense" that the cell damage inside his body, which was so tiny and almost negligible that he had not even noticed it at the first moment, caused by the extremely sharp kagune in the brief confrontation with Kamishiro Rize just now, was being rapidly repaired, filled, and even become stronger at a speed visible to the naked eye, even beyond the reaction of thought.

He could clearly feel that from this moment on, the essence of his life seemed to have undergone an indescribable leap.

As long as the body is not completely blasted to pieces and vaporized in an instant, any fatal injury in the conventional sense, even if the heart is pierced or the head is cut off, can be regenerated at a high speed in a very short period of time in an irrational way until it is as good as new.

His ability to survive, at this moment, once again experienced a tremendous qualitative leap.

Chapter 76 The Demonic Girl

Tokyo, Shinjuku.

Night, like deep purple velvet, gently enveloped this city that never sleeps. The silhouettes of skyscrapers, illuminated by countless neon lights, cut into bizarre geometric patterns. Beneath the torii gate of Kabukicho Ichibangai, a surging crowd surged like iron filings drawn by an invisible magnet, their clamor rising to the sky. The air was filled with the aroma of food, the sweetness of cheap perfume, and the faint aroma of alcohol.

This is a vortex full of desires and opportunities, and also a huge mouth that can easily swallow everything.

Kentaro Saeki sat in an unassuming corner of the Nightingale bar, his whiskey glass clinging to tiny droplets of water between his fingers. The ice cubes clinked gently in the amber liquid, creating a melodious sound. He was thirty-eight years old, the president of a small IT company. His career had been somewhat successful, but his marriage had long since become a shattered affair. The bar at night was his haven from reality, his hunting ground for fleeting thrills.

His gaze wandered between the swaying figures on the dance floor, a subtle scrutiny and criticism in his eyes. Those young, enthusiastic, or pretentious women were nothing more than repetitive symbols in his eyes. He needed something new, something that could truly ignite his long-dormant nerves.

He took a sip of the wine, and the spicy liquid slid down his throat, bringing with it a hint of burning warmth.

boring.

He almost put down his glass and stood up to leave.

At this moment, his gaze seemed to be drawn by an invisible force and fixed on the very edge of the bar.

There sat a young girl drinking alone.

She wore a simple white dress, as pure as the moonlight in the dim light of the bar. Her long, smooth, black hair cascaded down to her waist, making her already fair skin even more radiant.

The most eye-catching thing is the small and delicate teardrop mole under her left eye.

The teardrop mole adds three points of weirdness and seven points of charm to her pure and innocent temperament. It is like the finishing touch on a carefully crafted work of art, which instantly makes the whole picture come alive and full of suffocating attraction.

Saeki's heart skipped a beat uncontrollably.

He has seen countless beautiful women, some pure, some charming, some noble, and some hot.

But the girl in front of him seemed to have all the good qualities, and on top of these qualities, she had an indescribable, fatal attraction.

She sat there quietly, her slender fingers gently stroking the handle of the goblet, her eyes blurred, as if she was staring at the shaking red liquid in the cup, and as if she saw something distant and empty through the liquid.

The profile of her face is impeccable, with a high nose bridge, full lips, and a natural slight upturn, like a silent invitation.

Saeki felt his breathing quicken. The experience and self-control he was so proud of melted away like thin ice under the scorching sun.

He stood up almost instinctively, holding the wine glass, and walked towards the girl.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

His voice was deliberately lowered and magnetic, and it was his usual opening remark.

The girl slowly raised her head, her clear and deep eyes looking at him. Her pupils were pure black, like two pieces of the finest obsidian, gleaming with a faint light.

Under the gaze of those eyes, Saeki felt a strange sense of nervousness for the first time. He felt as if his soul was being completely seen through by those eyes, and all his disguises were exposed.

"Please."

The girl's voice was unexpectedly cold, yet with a strange sweetness, scratching his eardrums gently like a feather.

Saeki sat down in the empty seat next to her, trying to appear calm.

"Drinking alone? Such a beautiful lady should have no shortage of companions." He started the conversation skillfully.

The corners of the girl's mouth lifted slightly, forming a faint smile. That smile was like a stone dropped into a calm lake, sending ripples through his heart.

"Maybe, I'm just waiting for someone worthy of his company." She said softly, her eyes falling back on the wine glass in her hand, her long eyelashes casting a fan-shaped shadow under her eyelids.

Saeki's heart beat faster.

He had never seen such direct, yet subtle teasing.

"It seems that I am lucky today." He raised his glass, trying to hide his inner turmoil.

"My name is Kentaro Saeki."

"Tomie." The girl answered, her voice still soft, but with an unquestionable magic.

Fujiang.

The name lingered on his tongue, and he could actually taste a strange sweetness in it.

The conversation that followed was completely dominated by Tomie. She seemed to possess a perfectly balanced curiosity about everything, always asking questions where he least expected them, guiding him to pour out his thoughts. She would sometimes frown as she listened, sometimes smile, each subtle expression plucked precisely at Saeki's heartstrings.

He had never felt so understood, so needed.

He told her about his career success, vaguely mentioned the unhappiness of his marriage, and even began to complain about the boredom of life. These emotions that he usually kept deep in his heart and did not want to show to others seemed to have found an outlet at this moment, pouring out to the girl he was meeting for the first time.

And Tomie, always with that faint and mysterious smile, listened quietly. Her eyes were focused and gentle, as if he was the only person in the world worthy of her listening.

Saeki was completely defeated.

He lost track of time, forgetting that he'd initially been looking for a romantic encounter. His heart and eyes were now filled with the girl before him, Tomie. He longed to possess her, to rub her into his flesh and blood, to have her belong to him forever.

The music in the bar became ambiguous and lingering at some point.

Saeki looked at Tomie's cheeks which were flushed by alcohol and her watery eyes, and felt his mouth dry.

"Ms. Tomie," he said hoarsely, "it's getting late. If you don't mind, I'd like to invite you... to my house. I have some very good wine there, perhaps you would like it."

After he finished speaking, his heart was so nervous that it almost jumped out of his chest.

Tomie raised her eyes and looked at him steadily, with a hint of teasing and insight in her eyes.

After a long time, she nodded slowly, with the smile on her lips still there.

"Okay."

The taxi moved smoothly along the streets late at night.

Outside the car window, the city lights were like a flowing galaxy, constantly receding backwards.

Sitting next to Tomie, Saeki could clearly smell the faint, exotic fragrance of some exotic flower emanating from her body. The fragrance made him feel very excited and he could hardly control himself.

He wanted to reach out and hold Tomie's hand on her knee several times, but he held back at the last moment. He didn't want to ruin the delicate and beautiful atmosphere at the moment. He would wait until a more appropriate time.

Tomie leaned quietly in her seat, tilting her head to look out the window, as if she was full of childlike curiosity about the outside world.

Saeki's apartment is located in a newly built high-end residential building. The decoration is modern and luxurious, but it also reveals a hint of the coldness and rigidity of a single man.

He opened the door a little awkwardly and took out a pair of brand new slippers for Tomie.

"Sit anywhere." He tried to make his voice sound more natural.

Tomie walked barefoot onto the cool, smooth wooden floor as she slowly entered the living room. Her movements were as graceful as a cat's, silent and yet possessing a languid sexiness.

She looked at the furnishings in the room curiously, her gaze lingering on a modern painting for a moment, and that faint smile appeared at the corner of her mouth again.

Saeki's heart trembled slightly, as if being touched by her gaze.

He walked to the entrance and closed the heavy security door.

There was a soft "click" sound, as if separating the two worlds.

The hustle and bustle outside the door is completely separated from the private space inside the door where an unknown drama is about to be performed.

He took a deep breath, suppressed the restlessness in his heart, turned around, put on what he thought was the gentlest and most charming smile on his face, and prepared to hug the girl he thought was his "true love".

He wanted to tell her how obsessed he was with her and that he would do anything for her.

However, when he turned around and saw Tomie standing in the middle of the living room, the smile on his face froze.

He even wondered if he was hallucinating because of alcohol.

Tomie still stood there, her posture unchanged.

But the expression on her face was completely different.

The faint smile that had tinged her with shyness and curiosity disappeared without a trace. In its place was a cold, mocking, possessive, and even... eerie smile.

The corners of her mouth curled into an exaggerated grin, revealing a row of fine, white teeth that gleamed with a chilling coldness under the light. Her eyes narrowed slightly, and deep within them, the clarity and blur of the past was gone, replaced by a darkness like the abyss, and a playful and cruel gaze, like one looking at prey.

The teardrop mole under the corner of her eye no longer looked charming and attractive, but instead looked like a drop of solidified, ominous blood.

Saeki felt a chill rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head, almost freezing the blood in his body.

"Tomie...you..."

His voice was dry and hoarse, full of disbelief.

Tomie didn't answer him, but the smile on her face grew stronger and more strange. She slowly extended the tip of her tongue and gently licked her bright red lips. The action was full of suggestiveness, but also carried a creepy meaning.

"Mr. Saeki," she finally spoke, her voice still sweet, but like honey tempered with poison, "the game has only just begun."