I created a foundation

Outside of Lin Qing's soul, the layer of absolute defense given by the system was quietly operating, like the most loyal guardian, isolating all external spiritual erosion.

All the power of charm disappeared and shattered silently like a raging wave hitting a thousand-foot-high reef, without even causing a ripple in his heart.

Lin Qing's eyes were still as calm as an ancient well, so deep that one could not see the bottom.

He didn't even raise his eyebrows, but just looked at the girl on the throne quietly, as if he was enjoying a performance that had nothing to do with him.

The smile on Tomie's lips froze for the first time.

A trace of disbelief and astonishment flashed across her beautiful eyes that were enough to captivate everyone.

How can it be?

Her charm, her talent, her supreme weapon that she was proud of, enough to control all men...

In front of this man, I can't even make him feel a little desire?

This doesn't make sense.

This had never happened in her long and twisted "life".

She has seen all kinds of men, whether they are determined ascetics, powerful leaders, or wise men who claim to have seen through the world. In the face of her charm, they will eventually reveal their most primitive instincts.

But the man in front of him was like a piece of emotionless stone, a pool of stagnant water without any ripples.

Lin Qing had no intention of taking action immediately. He was not here to be a mere executioner.

He looked at the perfect girl on the throne whose expression subtly changed, and spoke calmly. His voice echoed clearly in the empty art gallery. Every word was like a precise scalpel, peeling off the disguise and getting to the core.

"Tomie Kawakami."

He pronounced the name without any emotion.

"A monster born of extreme narcissism and pathological possessiveness."

Tomie's pupils shrank unconsciously.

Lin Qing continued, "You desire to be loved more than anything else in the world. This is the only driving force behind your existence."

"But any form of love, any amount of love, can never fill your bottomless desire. Because your love is always directed towards yourself."

"So, you use your charm to seduce them, making them crazy for you, obsessed with you, and willing to give you everything. Ultimately, when they love you to the extreme and want to possess you completely, you will skillfully guide them, or rather, force them, to dismember you."

"Because only in this way can you, through your cells that contain infinite proliferation capacity, split into more of you, experience more different kinds of love, and find that perfect love that can never exist and satisfy you."

"This is your cycle, your curse, and the game you think you are playing."

"Your existence itself is a tragedy that is never satisfied and never ends."

Lin Qing's voice was not loud, but it carried a power that could see through everything.

"Your so-called pursuit of love is nothing more than an infinite extension and pathological replication of your self-obsession."

"You are not love. You don't know what love is."

"You are just like a cancer cell, spreading disorderly and eroding everything with malice itself."

"Every proliferation, every seduction, every dismemberment only repeats this pathetic process, spreading more despair, madness, and destruction to the world."

The smile on Tomie's face completely disappeared.

Those beautiful eyes no longer held charm and amusement, no longer the condescending charity and seduction, but instead revealed a naked emotion she herself had never experienced: fear.

A fear that rises from the deepest part of the soul, of being completely seen through and having no escape.

This man...

he knows.

He knows everything.

Not only was he immune to her charm, he even dissected her essence, her secrets, her deepest desires and her operating patterns thoroughly, leaving no room for error.

In front of him, she was like a specimen stripped naked on the operating table. All her proud disguises and tricks became pale and ridiculous.

This feeling made her tremble and feel more uneasy than any physical harm.

For the first time, she felt insignificant and powerless in front of a man.

This strange feeling was unbearable for her, and her extreme narcissism was trampled upon like never before.

"what--!"

A sharp and piercing scream suddenly burst out from Tomie's mouth. It was no longer the charming voice from before, but was filled with pure madness, resentment and hysteria.

The next moment, the perfect image of the girl on the throne quickly twisted and melted like a wax figure thrown into boiling sulfuric acid.

Countless blood-red granulations emerged from her snow-white skin, surging and proliferating frantically. The skin tore inch by inch, revealing the vibrant, wriggling flesh beneath. Bones made a teeth-grinding sound as they dislocated, growing wildly and in ways that defied physiology. Her body began to uncontrollably sprout more eyeballs, more arms, more mouths, each one emitting a silent scream.

In the blink of an eye, the beautiful girl disappeared, replaced by a huge, wriggling and expanding monster of flesh and blood, made up of countless twisted limbs, broken faces, and proliferating tissues. It emitted a disgusting stench and a strong resentment that reached the sky.

The monster roared, dozens of eyes of varying sizes locked onto Lin Qing simultaneously. Carrying devastating malice and desperate madness, it suddenly leaped from the abstract sculpture and crushed towards Lin Qing like a collapsing mountain of flesh.

Chapter 84: No-Blind-Angle Purification! Containment! Reward: Thunder Fruit!

"Sure enough, after stripping away that false, beautiful shell, this is all that's left."

The monster seemed to feel the utmost contempt. Dozens of its eyes of different sizes became bloodshot at the same time. It let out a silent but resentful roar. The entire huge piece of meat shook violently, and it was about to pounce regardless of everything.

Lin Qing didn't even make any attempt to dodge.

He simply stretched out his hand, and calmly and precisely pressed on the deepest part of the squirming flesh, a point that was barely perceptible but emitted the most intense core aura.

【Containment】

The invisible force was activated instantly.

"Do not--!"

In just a few seconds, the once invincible Tomie mother body that wanted to devour everything completely turned into a series of thick scarlet data streams, rushing into Lin Qing's palm and disappearing.

Inside the art gallery, apart from the faint fishy smell that still lingered, there was no trace of the monster.

Lin Qing withdrew his hand, his expression normal.

He raised his wrist and gave the final order to the micro communicator attached to his combat suit.

"The mother body has been contained."

"Purification protocol, begin execution."

The brief command was transmitted instantly through the encrypted channel to all parts of Tokyo, which was now in the silence of the night.

The moment the order was given, dozens of professional purification teams belonging to the SCP Foundation, which had been on standby in various hidden corners of the city, immediately began to act as if precision instruments had been activated.

Their movements were swift, silent, and efficient.

In Shinjuku, Tokyo, beneath a luxury apartment building, several construction vehicles bearing the inscription "Tokyo Gas" quietly pulled up. Uniformed "maintenance personnel" quickly established a cordon, politely but firmly dissuading any passersby who attempted to approach, claiming they were carrying "urgent late-night pipeline repairs to prevent leaks." Inside the building, several Foundation decontamination team members, clad in silver-white, fully sealed hazmat suits and laden with heavy equipment, silently moved upward along the fire escape. Their target was an apartment on the seventh floor, the final resting place of a certain Tomie individual.

In the harbor district, an abandoned factory. This was where one of Tomie's clones had attempted to establish a "nest." Dozens of cleanup crew members, divided into precise tasks, proceeded to perform a surgical cleanup of the entire factory. Heavy equipment was brought in, prying open the suspicious concrete floor and digging several meters deep to ensure no cellular tissue had infiltrated.

In Ikebukuro, a bar where a brutal dismemberment case had recently occurred had long been sealed off by police. But with a deeper understanding, the Foundation's decontamination team had taken over. They left no corner untouched, scraping off the surface of everything from the bar counter to the chairs, from the wine glasses to the floor, even the lining of the ventilation ducts, before undergoing a dual treatment of incineration and chemical treatment.

Such scenes were played out simultaneously in dozens of locations in Tokyo.

Each cleanup team is equipped with state-of-the-art life detectors and organic residue detection equipment. Their silver-white, fully sealed protective suits not only isolate all physical and biochemical contamination, but their helmets also feature multi-functional eyepieces that highlight even the most subtle traces of organic matter.

The high-temperature flames ejected by the flamethrower are enough to instantly vaporize most organic life forms.

The specially formulated chemical disinfectant was formulated by the Foundation's research department specifically for this type of proliferative abnormality. It can destroy its cell structure at the molecular level, completely inactivating it.

Under the guise of the Shinomiya Group's pervasive social resources, this massive cleanup operation was cleverly disguised as a series of seemingly unrelated "urban maintenance events"—gas pipeline inspections, water pipe burst repairs, centralized urban disinfection, demolition of dangerous buildings, and power system upgrades.

Ordinary citizens might complain about some noise late at night, or feel inconvenienced by the temporary blockade of certain areas, but they would never know that as they sleep peacefully, a war against horrific anomalies that are almost impossible to completely eradicate is being waged in ways they cannot imagine.

The members of the decontamination team were meticulous, strictly following every step in the manual. Every object that had come into direct or indirect contact with the Tomie instance was marked, collected, and then completely destroyed.

They have only one mission, clear and definite - to ensure that not a single cell belonging to Tomie, not even a trace of organic tissue at the microscopic level, remains in any corner of the city.

They must completely eradicate any possibility of the recurrence of this S-level anomaly from the physical level and from the most fundamental source.

The air was filled with a mixed smell of burning, disinfectant, and cutting metal.

Red flames, white smoke, and silvery figures, against the backdrop of the city at night, form a strange yet orderly picture.

This is a silent war.

A war against the ultimate malevolence, the boundless proliferation, and the desires deep-seated in the dark side of human nature.

There were no deafening artillery fire, no heroic declarations, only the cold sound of equipment operating and the steady and rhythmic breathing of the purification team members.

As time went on, one marked contaminated spot after another was wiped off the map thanks to the work of the purification teams.

Dawn is approaching.

When the first rays of morning light pierced the haze over Tokyo, the purification operation that swept across the entire city finally came to an end.

The last cleanup team completed their mission and evacuated the scene. The disguised engineering vehicles quietly drove away, and the cordon was removed, as if nothing had happened.

The citizens of Tokyo are completely oblivious to this. They will wake up as usual, start their day by complaining about the traffic and gossiping, completely unaware of the terrible disaster they have just brushed past, or the efforts of a group of silent guardians, invisible to them.

At the foundation's headquarters, Lin Qing stood in front of the huge floor-to-ceiling window, overlooking the gradually waking city.

The system's cold, yet heavenly prompt tone finally rang in his mind.

[Decontamination protocols completed.]

[Scan confirmed: The last Tomie cell in the metropolitan area has been completely eliminated.]

[Subject No. 009 - Tomie (mother body) has been officially contained.]

[Containment Assessment: Perfect.]

【Rewards for containment have begun to be distributed.】

The cold electronic sound of the system rang in Lin Qing's mind as usual.

There was no emotional fluctuation at all, but it carried an unquestionable authority that was almost law-like.

[This S-class containment mission has been detected - Tomie.]

[Target characteristics: Concept-level proliferation, mental pollution, memetic characteristics, high concealment.]

[Pollution area: The entire Tokyo area.]