Chapter 170

The screen continued, and as the black curtain disappeared, it was replaced by a large section of document content.

【Containment: Maintaining the Status Quo】

【Item Number: SCP-1915】

【Danger Level: Euclid】

【Item Description: "SCP-1915" is a 33-year-old white male with an ordinary appearance; documents found on his person at the time of recovery indicate his true name is Yoshikage Kira.】

【Background checks indicate the individual has no relatives or friends.】

【"SCP-1915's" anomalous ability activates when changing local causality leads to long-term changes to his body, personality, memory, or lifestyle.】

【"SCP-1915" maintains his current lifestyle by changing the reality around him.】

【"SCP-1915's" ability is limited to changing inorganic matter and limited mental control, and cannot permanently change other living organisms except himself.】

As the new file content appeared, the thinning discussion erupted again.

"No matter how I look at it, I feel like 'SCP-1915' has absolutely nothing to do with supreme divinity..."

"To be honest, it's true; just looking at this file, you can't even feel any threat from 'SCP-1915'."

"Just an ordinary person who is plain and simple and hopes to live a normal life; did some deviation occur during the process of 'Deus Ex Machina' infinitely restarting the universe, eventually awakening him as a supreme divinity?"

"I really have to say, the gap between people is really bigger than the gap between people and dogs; when placed among reality benders, this gap is infinitely magnified; some reality benders are contained and controlled by the Foundation, while others directly become supreme divinities..."

Several photos of the man were attached to the file.

He was a very normal-looking ordinary person, neither weak nor perverted, the type you would see on the street and forget after a few seconds.

The man was clean-shaven, with thin cheeks, blonde hair and blue eyes, and a hint of numbness in his eyes, as well as some colors of pursuing life's pleasures.

This was the man named Yoshikage Kira.

Jing Jing Yuan turned to look at Fu Bai Xuan, his tone relaxed:

"Although 'God' told a lot of content before, if you look closely, there are still many things that have not been clarified."

"For example, memes, and for example, the power comparison between divinity and supreme divinity, whether supreme divinity is necessarily stronger than divinity, whether divinity can move upward to become supreme divinity..."

Fu Bai Xuan nodded and stated the content she had summarized in advance:

"Yes, there are still many questions that have not been answered, including the Foundation's attitude toward this universe, whether there are faction divisions among supreme divinities..."

Jing Jing Yuan nodded gently, lying on the ground, legs crossed:

"Being able to be taught this knowledge by a divinity personally is already quite good... as for the rest, let it be."

"Treating the Foundation as something like a law of nature might make it much easier, Lady Fu."

After speaking, he continued to turn and look at the firmament.

Fu Bai Xuan raised an eyebrow and commented:

"The General is in a really good mood."

From "Maintaining the Status Quo" to "Missing Thing," this transformation process involved the ignored concept of "blank."

Does this have anything in common with practicing a certain philosophy, pioneering a path, and thus being promoted to an Aeon?

In the starry sky, the incredibly huge screen fell into a brief darkness.

When the picture lit up again, what appeared in everyone's eyes was a quiet small town.

The morning sun was rising, and the lawns on both sides of the road were green and neat.

Small cars drove by on the street from time to time, and there were students and busy office workers on the sidewalk.

Everything looked normal and warm, a scene of vitality and everything competing for development, forming a contrast with the abandoned Rivet Town.

Just then, a soft piece of music came from the town.

"Good morning!"

"Good morning, Morioh Radio Station."

"Today is also served by me, your neighbor Harada Kai; this is truly a refreshing morning; let's listen to a song suitable for such a day; this morning's song starts from here..."

As the words fell, a cheerful little tune swayed in every street of the small town.

In a detached villa, a man with blonde hair and blue eyes was standing in front of a floor-to-ceiling mirror, tidying his clothes.

It was Yoshikage Kira.

At this very moment, in a hotel not far from the villa where Yoshikage Kira was.

A man in a black suit, with a tall figure and spirited eyes, was sitting at the table, operating a computer.

It was a Level 4 agent of the Foundation, Robert.

At this time, he was performing a surveillance mission, investigating what was going on with the Hume index anomalies appearing in this small town.

When the picture focused on the screen in front of Robert, allowing the audience to clearly see the dense charts on it, a paragraph of text appeared on the screen.

【Hume Index】

【Reality is like a plate of sand, not necessarily evenly distributed in space. The higher the Hume value, the more "reality" there is, and vice versa. Reality benders are existences that possess higher Hume than the surrounding space; conversely, there are also "reality-bent" individuals whose Hume is lower than their surroundings.】

【The Foundation manufactured the Scranton Reality Anchor to stabilize reality (20 Hume).】

【Its working principle is as follows: absorbing sand from other different, unimportant universes to ensure our stability. Of course, it's actually not like that at all; this is just a rough metaphor.】

Seeing this text, the audience's understanding of the essence of reality benders went a step further.

"But, if this continues, wouldn't the Foundation drain the reality of other universes? If a certain universe is really drained, what will happen?"

"The world will be destroyed, nothing big; the destruction of a single universe might really not be anything to those supreme divinities."

"I'm saying, is there a possibility... that different universes are all draining reality?"

"This is a metaphor, a way of visualized understanding; the specific principle is unknown, thank you!"

After the people in town went to busy themselves with their own affairs, Robert put on his shoes, walked out the door, and started today's investigation.

However, the way of this investigation was very unrefined.

He walked to the villa area of the small town, looked left and right, and climbed over the wall.

Subsequently, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing his wrists.

There was a small gadget similar to a watch worn there, which was a Foundation technological product called a Kant Counter.

It was specifically used to determine the target's Hume index, thereby determining whether reality-bending existed.

Robert checked villa after villa like this.

The good news was that the Kant Counter had no anomalies.

The bad news was that the Kant Counter had no anomalies.

This meant that his actions today had no results.

What was anomalous was either the containment or the reality bender.

He had no way of knowing.

Robert shook his head and wiped the sweat from his forehead with his cuff.

"Let's expand the search range tomorrow."

Just as he was talking to himself, carefully climbing out the window, and preparing to erase all traces, his movements froze.

He saw the sunset light spilling onto the ground of the courtyard, and a man was holding a key, preparing to open the door.

"Awkward."

"Surprise, surprise?"

"It was originally a very formal matter, but in the hands of an old acquaintance Robert, it became breaking and entering..."

"That, regarding the specific defense range of the homeowner against thieves, it's not quite the same in every civilization... some can kill on the spot..."

"Hope the person is okay!"

"I'm saying, is there a possibility that it was at this moment that 'SCP-1915' awakened as a supreme divinity?"

The sunset's not-so-bright light shone from the right, spilling onto the left half of Yoshikage Kira's face.

The office worker's clothing had not changed in the slightest: a blue-toned suit, a green-bottomed white-striped shirt, a floral tie, and a leather bag tucked under his left arm.

He stood diagonally not far away, posing in a defensive stance; the right half of his face was carved more deeply by the shadows, and those blue eyes watched the uninvited guest in front of him with extreme indifference.

Robert's brain worked at high speed, trying to conduct preliminary negotiations with this suspected reality bender to reduce the other party's hostility.

And now, the Kant Counter on his wrist was not looking good.

The target was indeed a reality bender.

"Sir, I have no malice."