Chapter 180

"Given that Dr. Bright has too many reckless operations, I went back and studied the documentation for 'SCP-963' again. I discovered that it isn't as evil as we imagined; as long as the contact time doesn't exceed 30 days, it's more like Dr. Bright temporarily occupying a body. As long as 'SCP-963' is removed in time, one can recover to normal, just like that D-Class personnel."

"Huh? I never thought about it that way; I just felt Dr. Bright was very amusing and very suitable to become a believer of my Lord 'Aha'."

"Are you willing to bet? Bet that Dr. Bright will definitely remove 'SCP-963' before the 30-day limit arrives, and that during this period, not a single bit of Dr. Bright's consciousness or memories will remain in your body."

"It feels a bit terrifying; having someone else's memories and consciousness suddenly appear in one's body is like being haunted."

"I suspect that after body-swapping and swapping, Dr. Bright has developed a new way to play: swapping bodies."

"Isn't this still that same classic question: when your younger sister's and your girlfriend's consciousnesses are swapped, how should you face them both?"

"So, does this count as a kind of NTR?"

……

That will had already departed.

Throughout the entire process, it didn't even glance at Sampo once.

Yet, merely by the residual power inadvertently emitted, it nearly shattered his sanity.

The cold wind was like a knife, snowflakes danced, and the world returned to its initial state.

Only those who experienced it personally could know what exactly happened in those few seconds just now.

The blue-haired man was still steadying his breathing.

Listening to Dr. Bright's explanation, he only then roughly understood what had just occurred.

When Dr. Bright intended to give the 'Lucky Charm' to him, the Foundation's big boss descended directly, interrupting this transaction.

But why would a 'Lucky Charm' attract the attention of such a powerhouse?

Does this 'Lucky Charm' itself have a problem?

Sampo keenly sensed the traps and hidden conspiracies that might be lurking within.

Because he also liked to do things like this.

"The one from just now, was that the Administrator?"

Sampo wiped away the non-existent cold sweat on his forehead, hid all his true thoughts in his heart, and asked calmly.

If the Administrator really came to warn Dr. Bright, then his behavior would certainly be more restrained from now on.

But regardless of how things develop next, one must be prepared to bolt at any time.

Dr. Bright nodded.

Facing the Administrator's pressure head-on, he seemed completely unaffected.

It was hard to tell if such things had happened too many times, or if his own strength had already reached an unfathomable level.

"Yes, the Foundation's one and only, eternal, supreme Administrator."

"Perhaps there are many O5s in the Foundation, but there has only ever been one Administrator from beginning to end."

"Do you know about the O5s?"

Dr. Bright looked at Sampo, and seeing the other party had no reaction, he slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing:

"Oh, I forgot that this planet is basically dead, and technology must have suffered a generational gap; there certainly aren't many people who know of the Foundation's existence."

For a planet that suffered a natural disaster and whose civilization has had a generational gap, it's already not bad that it hasn't regressed to the Stone Age.

He also shouldn't continue to pick at people's scars.

Pausing, Dr. Bright changed the subject:

"Since it was the Administrator who stepped in to call a halt to this matter, let's just forget about the damn dilapidated building and the 'Lucky Charm'."

"As compensation, I invite you to have breakfast together."

Seeing that Dr. Bright had no intention of letting him go, Sampo immediately prepared to bolt.

He put on a fawning and ingratiating smile, trying to refuse in a roundabout way:

"Thank you for your kindness, but I just remembered I have an appointment with a client…"

Before he could even make a move to leave, he felt a massive force coming from his wrist.

Good grief!

This Dr. Bright isn't a normal person either!

He, Sampo, admits defeat today!

Yet he saw Dr. Bright looking enthusiastic, pulling him toward another direction as if entertaining an old friend.

"Why be so polite? In the Administrator's hometown, there is an old saying—"

"It goes, 'Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar?'"

While walking, he didn't forget to work on Sampo's mindset:

"Don't be in such a hurry to refuse; if you miss this breakfast, I think you will regret it for the rest of your life."

But I suspect that if I really go, my life will be over…

Sampo said "You are too kind" on the surface, while in his heart he was drawing circles and looking for a way to escape.

Opening the heavy gate leading to the underground, Dr. Bright began to explain the specifications of the upcoming breakfast to Sampo:

"…Grand Duke Fernand is the Emperor of the French Empire, who was contained by the Foundation due to a certain special disease. He is hospitable and also likes to hear travelers tell him about their adventurous experiences."

"Therefore, this meal will be quite high-end."

Sampo could only suppress the various doubts and confusion in his heart and cooperate with Dr. Bright's performance:

"Then is there anything I need to pay attention to?"

Dr. Bright shook his head casually:

"No, no."

"The only thing to say is that Grand Duke Fernand looks a bit ugly, and his temper isn't very good; if possible, you'd best not get too close to him."

……

"I think normal people should stay far away from this Dr. Bright."

"Grand Duke Fernand? 'SCP-082'?"

"His ability to make up nonsense is too strong; he doesn't blush or skip a beat. How many times has he done this? Why is he so practiced at it?"

"False is true, true is false; which sentence is true, which is false—can you tell?"

"I think he should join the 'Fictional Historians'; with his abilities and techniques, he is fully capable of making the entire galaxy's history a complete mess."

"Don't be so anxious; you should believe in the path of 'Elation' and find fun in all things."

……

Meanwhile.

After successfully capturing Sampo, this free listener.

Dr. Bright's chatterbox opened up all at once.

Like a floodgate that had been blocked for years, once the silt was cleared, all kinds of topics gushed out, flowing for miles.

As for Sampo, he basically became a beckoning cat; he only needed to force a smile, listen from the side, and nod from time to time.

"You ask what the O5 Council is?"

"Pfft, just a bunch of unlucky bastards."

"There's a classic Foundation joke—Question: Does every Foundation member want to become an O5? Answer: No, they aren't that stupid. You have to know that O5s can go missing even without coming into contact with anomalies."

"You ask what I like to do when I'm at the Foundation headquarters?"

"That's too many to count: making burgers, showing movies, hosting fighting tournaments, hunting crocodiles… I think there are no living crocodiles left on this planet."

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"I also raised a very smart big lizard; it's very clever and can even understand human speech. You only need to take a rolled-up newspaper and tap it on the head, and it will obediently roll over and let me rub its belly. The feel is absolutely excellent."

Just as Dr. Bright continued to brag about those glorious achievements he had made in the Foundation.