I created a foundation

So, without hesitation, they followed the familiar scent, a mixture of faint floral fragrance and the scent of books, all the way here.

They even regarded the Tokyo Bay and the modern city before them as a "new sea" or "new island" that belonged to their world and had never been set foot on.

"Interdimensional...Drifter."

Ying Lili slowly retracted her mental tentacles and whispered a professional term that was only used within the foundation.

Her gaze, through the thick smoke, slowly turned to the black-haired woman not far away who kept her arms crossed in front of her chest.

Nico Robin's expression was still as calm as a deep pool without ripples, but in her obsidian-like eyes, there was a barely perceptible hint of surprise and scrutiny.

Obviously, she was also observing Eriri.

Observing this blonde girl who suddenly appeared and eliminated all pursuers in an instant with an incredible method, as if she was being punished by lightning from the gods. She was wearing a seemingly ordinary high school student uniform.

"O'Hara's demon..."

"Able to decipher historical texts that could overturn the world..."

"That massive organization called the World Government has offered a bounty of nearly 100 million berries..."

Ying Lili silently chewed on the fragmented yet shocking keywords she obtained from the fishman's mind.

She originally thought that this was just an ordinary attack caused by some unknown abnormal creature, and the black-haired woman was an unfortunate victim caught up in it.

Now it seems that the truth of the matter is far more complicated and serious than she originally expected.

This woman herself may be a living, breathing "abnormal" being walking in the world, with high research value and potential danger.

A key figure from another world who possesses forbidden knowledge and is hunted by a huge force.

The "intelligence value" contained in it is probably difficult to estimate.

At this moment, Ying Lili's eyes became extremely complicated.

Her golden pupils shrank slightly, and her gaze was like the most sophisticated scanner, examining Nico Robin from head to toe again.

How many secrets does this woman still hide?

Chapter 104: Interdimensional Event! Vigilant Archaeologists

The night wind swept across the dock, carrying with it the salty smell of sea water and a faint hint of rust.

On the ground, the twisted fish-men corpses were still warm, and their dark green blood glowed strangely under the dim light.

Eriri's gaze shifted from the fishman to the black-haired woman not far away who always maintained an elegant posture.

Nicole Robin.

This name, and the few words that the fishman accidentally uttered before his death, were like stones thrown into a calm lake, causing ripples in Eriri's mind.

"Interdimensional...Drifter."

A cold word with an extremely high level of danger clearly emerged from the S-level regulations chapter of the Foundation's thick "Standard Manual for Response to Anomalous Phenomena".

Eriri's breathing hitched for a moment.

She remembered clearly that the description of such events in the manual was extremely brief, but every word was filled with solemnity.

It is usually accompanied by unpredictable space-time distortion, potential memetic contamination, and subversive impact on existing world cognition.

Processing authority - highest.

This was definitely not a situation that she, a field investigator, could handle independently, even though she had just experienced a successful battle.

Fine beads of sweat oozed from her fair forehead, but the hand holding the communicator was unusually steady.

His fingertips quickly and accurately pressed a series of complex command sequences on the specially made encrypted communicator.

Without the slightest hesitation.

This is an instinct ingrained in the bones of Foundation members, a professional quality honed through countless simulated training and actual combat.

The communicator emitted a very slight "beep", indicating that the encrypted line had been successfully connected to the Foundation's Asian branch's highest command center.

Eriri took a deep breath, suppressed the waves in her heart, and her voice was calm without a trace of personal emotion.

"This is Investigator E-07, Spencer Eriri Sawamura."

Her voice was processed through special audio channel processing, becoming slightly distorted, ensuring the highest level of communication security.

"Emergency report. Location: Tokyo Bay Cargo Terminal 3, Warehouse , Area C."

"Preliminary assessment of the incident level: S-level, suspected interdimensional drift phenomenon."

Every word of the report was crystal clear and the speech was steady.

"Five targets were found at the scene. Four of them have been confirmed dead. They were characterized as fish-man-like, non-Earth creatures and were highly aggressive."

"The other target is an adult human female, codenamed Nico Robin. Based on preliminary analysis of residual mental detection information from the fish-man target, this target is codenamed Devil's Child in her origin world. She is a wanted criminal with a high bounty on her head by the World Government—presumably the ruling body of her origin world."

Eriri's gaze once again turned to Robin who was not far away.

The woman still stood there quietly, as if everything around her had nothing to do with her, and as if everything was under her control.

Those deep eyes seemed even more elusive under the dim lights of the pier.

"Repeat, target human female, Nico Robin, suspected core drifter."

"Request headquarters to immediately dispatch a specialized MTF recovery team (Mobile Task Force) equipped with space stabilization anchors for support."

"At the same time, requesting the implementation of a Level A intelligence blockade and memory erasure plan for the 7th Cargo Terminal in Tokyo Bay and the surrounding three kilometers."

"complete."

There was absolute silence on the other end of the communicator. Only after Eriri reported each key information node would a very slight electronic sound be heard, indicating that "the information has been received and confirmed."

At this moment, as she uttered the last two words, the communication was unilaterally cut off.

Eriri knew that this meant that her report had been accepted by the highest command system, and the corresponding emergency mechanism had begun to operate at high speed like a sophisticated machine.

Fifteen minutes at most.

An elite mobile task force equipped with targeted containment equipment and rich experience in handling S-class anomalies will depart from the Foundation's secret base and arrive here through the highest priority secret passage.

She let out a sigh, and her tense nerves relaxed a little.

But the real test has just begun.

Before the professional recovery team arrives, she must stabilize the biggest and most mysterious "unstable factor" in front of her.

Nicole Robin.

"Son of the Devil".

The code name itself is full of ominous meaning.

Eriri's fingertips unconsciously stroked the edge of the holster at her waist.

She was not a combatant, but her Foundation training had taught her that facing unknown S-class anomalies, any carelessness could lead to catastrophic consequences.

She slowly raised her head and looked at the woman.

The fierceness and determination she had shown in the battle just now had faded from her eyes, replaced by a deliberately created calmness, even with a hint of tentative friendliness.

Although she knew that this kindness might seem pale and powerless in front of the "Son of the Devil" who had experienced countless betrayals and hunts.

But this is all she can do right now.

Chairman Lin Qing once said that the Foundation is not a cold machine. When facing intelligent life forms, communication is always the first choice, unless the other party clearly shows uncontrollable hostility and destructiveness.

Eriri took a few steps, neither fast nor slow, towards Nico Robin and stopped about five meters away.

This is a relatively safe social distance that can express the willingness to communicate without making the other party feel invaded.

The night wind blew her golden twintails and also blew the black hair in front of Robin's forehead.

There was an invisible tension in the air.

"Hello."

Eriri spoke, her voice much softer than when she had just reported, but still with a hint of wariness that she couldn't completely conceal.

"Ms. Nico Robin."

She uttered the other person's name clearly.

Robin's body paused almost imperceptibly, and in his always calm eyes, a very faint ripple finally appeared, like a drop of ink falling into a deep pool, quickly dissipating without a trace.

"I think you must have a lot of questions now."

Ying Lili carefully considered her words, trying to find a suitable entry point.

"This place...may be a little different from where you were before."

She didn't directly mention words like "another world" or "time travel" for fear of causing an extreme reaction from the other party.

Robin said nothing.

She just looked at Eriri quietly, with a faint curve at the corner of her mouth, like a smile, but also like nothing.

That look seems to be able to see through people's hearts, but also seems to just treat you as an insignificant scenery.

Eriri felt a little pressure.

This woman's psychological quality was far beyond her imagination.

"us……"

Eriri paused, and finally decided to express her most core attitude first.

“…without any ill intentions.”

As the words fell, the dock fell into silence again.

There was only the faint sound of waves hitting the embankment in the distance and the faint sound of electricity from a few lonely street lights above head.

Nico Robin remained silent, her obsidian eyes deep and unfathomable as she stared at her quietly. That faint arc hung at the corner of her lips, and no one could guess its true meaning.

The wind seemed to be a little colder.

The Foundation's special operations team, like ghosts emerging from the shadows, appeared silently in every corner of the abandoned factory.

They were dressed in pitch-black combat uniforms, their faces covered with masks of unknown function, revealing only a pair of eyes that were calm to the point of indifference.