I created a foundation

The movements were uniform and there was no unnecessary nonsense.

Several team members stepped forward and skillfully used a restraint belt that flickered with faint electric light to tightly tie up the fishman, who was still twitching slightly.

Then, a huge metal storage box was pushed over, and the fishman was put into it like a piece of cargo. The door of the box closed with a dull sound.

From beginning to end, Nico Robin stood there without moving.

Her eyes swept over the soldiers' strangely shaped, sci-fi-feeling weapons and equipment, and over the strange, uniform, spirally nested rings insignia on their arms.

There was already a storm in my heart.

These people are by no means ordinary people.

The professionalism and equipment they displayed far exceeded even her understanding of the World Government's elite.

What exactly is this place?

What kind of situation has she fallen into?

"Ms. Nico Robin."

Eriri's voice brought her out of her thoughts.

The girl with the blonde twintails had put away her fierceness in battle and regained some of her usual ladylike reserve, but there was still a subtle scrutiny in her tone.

"Our president wants to see you."

Robin's eyes narrowed slightly.

President?

Is he the leader of another organization?

She has been moving between various organizations throughout her life, from the Baroque Works to the unknown "Foundation" today, and it seems that she will never be able to escape this vortex.

She habitually gave a gentle and distant smile.

"my pleasure."

Whatever awaited her, she had no choice.

The space inside the transport plane was much more spacious than expected. The light blue indicator lights on the cabin wall flashed regularly, making a slight buzzing sound.

Besides her and Eriri, there were four fully armed soldiers sitting silently in their seats, motionless like statues, but Robin could feel their vague gazes always fixed on her.

This is an invisible pressure.

Eriri sat opposite her, holding a tablet in her hand, seemingly browsing some information, but Robin noticed that her peripheral vision would occasionally glance at him.

There was a subtle tension and temptation in the air.

Robin cast his gaze out the porthole.

The plane was flying through high-altitude clouds, and below it was a vast, boundless deep blue ocean.

She didn't know where the plane was going to, nor did she know who the "president" waiting for her was.

Twenty years of life on the run taught her to remain extremely vigilant in any environment, and also honed her keen insight into people's hearts.

This organization called "Foundation" is powerful and mysterious, and is definitely not a good person.

But judging from how Eriri rescued him just now, and the fact that these people didn't take any coercive measures against him, it seemed that... they didn't have purely malicious intentions.

“We are not from the government.”

Eriri suddenly spoke, breaking the silence in the cabin.

Her voice was clear and crisp, with a hint of deliberate calmness, as if she wanted to ease Robin's tension.

Hearing this, Robin withdrew his gaze from the window and looked at Eriri, still with that polite smile on his face. He did not respond and waited for her next words.

"The SCP Foundation," Eriri continued, seeming to choose her words carefully, "is a civilian organization dedicated to the containment, control, and protection of various anomalies."

"Contain, secure, protect?"

Robin silently repeated these three words in his mind, and a barely perceptible ripple flashed in his purple eyes.

This sounds like a righteous slogan.

But she is no longer at the age where she easily believes slogans.

"For... um, drifters from another world like you," Eriri paused, as if searching for a suitable title, "our basic principle is to provide asylum after confirming that you pose no harm to this world."

"shelter……"

These two words, like a stone thrown into a calm lake, created ripples in Robin's heart.

What a luxurious word.

Ever since O'Hara was destroyed by the Demon Slayer Order, these two words have never been associated with her again.

She has been hunted and betrayed all her life. How could she ever hope for true protection?

There was still a smile on her face, but the curve of the smile seemed a little softer than before.

"Really? That's a truly... remarkable organization."

There was a hint of playfulness in her tone, making it hard to tell whether it was genuine admiration or just habitual courtesy.

Ying Lili looked at her flawless appearance and sighed slightly in her heart.

Sure enough, it is not easy to make this woman who has experienced so much darkness let down her guard.

The task of the president is really difficult.

She didn't say anything else, just nodded and turned her attention back to the tablet in her hand.

For some words, just click on it.

No matter how much you say, let the facts prove it.

(Mah Li Hao) Robin also turned his gaze to the window again.

The clouds rolled under our feet like an endless sea of ​​white cotton.

The sunlight shone through the porthole onto her face, bringing a slight warmth.

"foundation……"

"President..."

"shelter……"

These unfamiliar words swirled in her mind.

She didn't know whether what was waiting for her was another carefully woven trap, or... a ray of hope that had never been seen before.

The roar of the transport plane's engine was monotonous and continuous.

The destination is still unknown.

She closed her eyes slightly, hiding all her emotions under a calm appearance.

She had to survive no matter what.

Only by surviving can we find hope to interpret the blank hundred years of history.

The transport plane passed through a thick cumulonimbus cloud and the fuselage bumped slightly.

Robin opened his eyes and looked out the window.

Below, the outline of an island covered in dense forest appeared.

The plane began to descend slowly.

She could feel that the soldiers' originally slightly relaxed postures quietly tensed up at this moment.

Eriri also closed her tablet and sat up straight.

"Coming."

Eriri said, with a barely perceptible hint of... pride in her tone?

Robin's heart also rose slightly.

What kind of person is that mysterious "President"?

How will this foundation, which claims to provide "shelter", treat this "son of the devil" from another world?

The transport plane landed in an area surrounded by high walls. Several figures were already waiting on the apron.

The hatch opens slowly.

A fresh air with the fragrance of grass and trees rushed in.

Eriri stood up first and made a "please" gesture to Robin.

Robin took a deep breath and stepped out of the cabin.

She saw Lin Qingzhuang.

Chapter 105: There is no world government here! Twenty years of tears

In the core area of ​​the foundation's headquarters is the chairman's office, which is simple in style but exudes a sense of cutting-edge technology.

Nico Robin sat on the soft reception sofa, her posture still maintaining her usual calmness and elegance.

But her deep blue eyes were like the most sophisticated radar, silently scanning every detail in the room.

There was no unnecessary decoration in the room, only a huge desk and the man behind it.

Lin Qing.

She had heard this name several times on the way here when she was "invited" by those mysterious men in black.

They called him "President."

This man is very young, too young.

But Robin did not dare to underestimate his innate, majestic demeanor and his deep eyes that seemed to see through everything.

Twenty years of life on the run had taught her to judge danger from the slightest clues.

The man in front of her was undoubtedly the most unfathomable person she had ever met.