Foundation: Recruiting Anime Characters, Containing Supreme

“Modernity came in your form; you were here first.”

"You emerge to block, categorize, and crucify everything that doesn't conform to your philosophy of Enlightenment rationality."

"Everything must be understood, put into context, reduced from the demonic and the spiritual to simple, understandable logic and matter."

"It's disgusting, and it can't stay like this forever. Something has to give."

"Something has to happen for the opposition to arise."

In this regard.

Dr. Montauk found it hard to accept.

He stood up and stared at the man, whispering in a heavy tone.

"Is it our fault?"

"But this is all for containment, for a better world...is it our fault?"

Di Pace shook his head again.

"Not necessarily. If you don't know you did it, is it your fault?"

“Those rituals.”

"They all have corresponding ones. Without this tension, the King cannot exist."

“We need these symbols of modernity, these dark images, to create the initial rift.”

"It's the perfect plan."

This time, Dr. Montauk pointed out Di Pace's point without hesitation.

“But you failed.”

"Yes."

Di Pace admitted calmly without hesitation.

After a pause of a few seconds.

Holmes couldn't help but say.

"The Foundation was founded in the 1820s. It was created to protect the world from darkness, brought together by a group of brave men and women."

"To secure, contain, and protect."

"This is the foundation's goal. There is value that cannot be seen in the ordinary."

“The world can be understood.”

"Truth, rationality, reason, enlightenment, these are the bedrock of the Foundation. These allow humans to see what is objective."

Talking about understanding the foundation.

After a series of documents and the last containment incident, Holmes has a favorable impression of the Foundation, just like Chaldea.

To protect the whole world.

"There's nothing much to talk about with the guys from the literature club. After all, it's just like this."

Di Pace glanced at Holmes.

Noticing the other person's strong literary aura, he focused his attention on Dr. Montauk.

"You're a scientist."

"You should know that there are no truly objective discoveries in any science. There is always room for doubt and error."

"The Foundation is the antithesis."

PS

Chapter two.

The third chapter will probably be published around 2:00 a.m. If not, it will be published in the morning when the author wakes up.

There have been many introductions to the Crimson King 001 and 2317, and the author wants to connect them together to form a big event.

From SCP-2317 to SCP-3838, and finally Dr. Montauk's exploration and the process of finally revealing it, as well as the story of the original origin and ancient myths.

Because this is the Crimson King.

As one of the most important supreme deities in the Foundation world, it deserves to be highlighted in great detail.

Chapter 65: Time Travel! The Origin of the Crimson King! The Crimson King Appears! (Please Support!)

"But that's human nature."

Dr. Montauk retorted without hesitation.

“We may not have perfect minds and fully understand, but what we observe is solid and real.”

"Beneath it all, there's a pattern, there's bedrock—!"

"What is bedrock?!"

Di Pace stood up and stood in front of Dr. Montauk, speaking in a calm tone.

"Bedrock is defined by the number seven."

“Seven chains, seven brides, seven seals, seven hundred sevens… My entire life is defined by this number!”

"It tortures me, countless heptagons dancing behind my eyes!"

"We are not allowed to live. We are not allowed to be human!"

“This is the luxury of modernity, cold and creaky as its wounds may be—to be fully human!”

Di Pace raised his palm.

Pointed to Dr. Montauk in front of him.

"Seven, seven, seven girls were snatched away by the icy riders, howling like wind demons!"

"But the Crimson King must have seven brides!"

Dr. Montauk paled a little.

He rarely lost his temper and retorted in a serious voice.

“Modernity is not always cold.”

"It's less barbaric than slavery."

"But what is it for?"

Di Pace scoffed.

"Is this the only purpose, to avoid barbarism? What's the point of peace and kindness, so that you can laugh for a few decades and then die in an empty grave?"

“The self-satisfaction of the finite self.”

"I don't understand. I never did."

"I keep trying. I want to be like them, like you, but the system always looks down on me with contempt."

"Maybe it's not cold, Doc."

"Coldness seems too objective, and it can't be like that, because there is no objectivity at all."

“Just howling and the need for meaning.”

Dr. Montauk sighed heavily.

"Do you really think everything is empty?"

He could understand what Dipes said, but because of this, the Foundation and the Crimson King.

There is an indescribable barrier between us.

"There is still truth, but it is definitely not... the last one." Di Pace sat on the chair and spoke his last words indifferently.

“There is no ultimate reality.”

"The world doesn't have a specific way to run. There are only our fabrications."

"The clay thing was tied together by us and crudely made of clay."

These words of Di Pace.

After Dr. Montauk was silent for a few seconds, Holmes took a deep breath and asked.

“Who was with Him?”

"Who knows? His seven brides, his loyal shepherds, ancient servants, and many more creatures caught between realities."

"I don't know anymore."

“It will all fall apart in the end.”

"All I could see was fire. I could not see the world, the gods, or the kings."

"All I see is flames."

Di Pace clenched his fists.

To him, matter and physics are all banal and false.

He only saw the king's smile.

Cast from hot and fragile materials.

It was painful to watch, and the pain, so deep, lingered behind his eyes.

It is burning and being consumed.

And it will never end.

“Then why not stop worshipping?”

Dr. Montauk gave a wry smile.

Given Dipes's abilities, even if he doesn't become a cult leader, he can still accomplish a lot of things.

Life will definitely be better than it is now.

"I am a fragile creature, born in cold and darkness."

“When I was very young, I tried to write with my hand.”

Di Pace gave a mocking smile.

Perhaps tragedy was destined from the moment he was born.

“I tried many things with my hands, bartered, starved, and survived in the bazaars of Calcutta.”

"While you in the West are getting rich off the wealth we've forgotten, I'm struggling like so many of us."

"I'm mad."

"There's no point, no purpose, in a country where we're born to be exploited."

"I have tried to consult the gods, but they are silent. I have turned to reason and atheism, but they are empty and unreal."

"Because they always end up like that."

Dr. Montauk shook his head.

He sat in his chair in disbelief, unable to understand DiPace's choice.

He is at this moment.

I finally understand what the Crimson King is.

But because of this, the result he got was unacceptable to him for a while.

"Listen Robert, just listen."

"You know what he is now."

Di Pace took a deep breath.

Determination was in his eyes as he spoke the next words resolutely.

"He is a whirling creation, from many different times, throughout all the worlds."