Chapter 202

The Luofu Luofu Xianzhou "Luofu," Divination Commission.

"The Foundation was rarely gentle for once."

Fu Bai Xuan smiled indifferently.

Based on past experience, it is not difficult to draw a conclusion.

Those SCPs that cause strong harm to reality are difficult to receive friendly treatment from the Foundation.

In reality, that is the treatment of kneeling and killing upon meeting, and instantly emptying the magazine.

Even the basically harmless "Maintain Status Quo" was imprisoned in Site-17 by the task force.

And other operations revealed two words from head to toe—"Efficient."

Whether it was the Foundation's space marines or "psionic" masters coming to contain the "Old Man" or the "Indestructible Lizard";

Or the Foundation's interstellar fleet dispatching and using planet-killing weapons without moral burden.

If analyzed from a rational perspective, this file.

The best way for Foundation members to treat the "Witch Child" is annihilation.

Directly stifle the possibility of her endangering the world and warping reality.

As efficient as ever, as safe as ever.

It's just that the Foundation didn't do that.

"... r perhaps, the Foundation's top brass had some other ideas?"

Fu Bai Xuan's golden eyes blinked slightly.

"Do they want to cultivate a reality bender who completely follows the Foundation's rules?"

Raising a reality bender from a young age, letting her follow the Foundation's laws, and fighting to protect human civilization...

This seems feasible.

The screen lit up again, appearing in a very nice children's room.

Its overall tone was pink, like a children's playground.

Bright light shone through the window, illuminating the room, reflecting watercolor paintings with golden frames, in which there was a group of cute little animals and a dreamy garden.

The walls of the room were painted with fairy tales, with dreamy castles and magical forests, little elves playing in the trees, dwarves busy in the mountains, and a cunning fox in the corner.

Undoubtedly, this was the containment room arranged by the Foundation for "SCP-239."

A prison cell.

But she wouldn't know all this.

From the moment she had self-awareness, she was a prisoner.

Just as she didn't know.

Normal humans have their own names, not numbers, codes, or titles.

Even the pink-haired girl has the special name "March 7th."

"Good morning, 239. How are you feeling today?"

"Hello, 'Doctor,' I feel in a good mood today."

The "Witch Child" looked at one side of the room, where there was an obvious camera.

The black lens was watching her silently.

Every day, an existence named "Doctor" would communicate with her through a speaker, and she only needed to look at the camera.

She had seen the "Doctor" a few times when she was very young, and after that, the other party became busy, supposedly going to a very far place, and could only communicate in this way.

"That's good news, 239."

The "Doctor's" voice continued to come from the speaker, and he seemed to be in a good mood too.

"There will be a few uncles coming to play games with you today."

"239, just let them play the games you want to play."

Don't overthink it; there's no guy named Epstein here.

The Foundation is also not called "Lolita Island."

"Okay, thank you, 'Doctor'."

The "Witch Child" sat on the bed happily, looking at the bear doll by the bed.

That was given to her by an uncle.

They had a good time playing that day, and the "Witch Child" felt she liked that uncle a little bit.

But she didn't know that he was a poor D-class personnel, ordered by researchers and doctors elsewhere to make specific reactions and play house with the child.

Until one day, the other party proposed to take her for a physical examination, and one of the items was a blood draw.

At first, everything was normal.

But.

The moment the needle was about to touch her skin, the "Witch Child" suddenly opened her mouth and made a sound:

"Wah—"

She started crying like a normal child.

In a panic.

Before the D-class personnel could soothe her emotions, he disappeared instantly.

It was as if he had been selected as a model and deleted from the world.

"We can't locate his position!"

"What happened?"

"Scranton Reality Anchor overloaded and burned out!"

"Hume index skyrocketed!"

Undoubtedly, this unlucky guy was warped by the "Witch Child."

The doctors couldn't even determine whether he had been banished to another dimension or if his entire existence had been erased.

After a while, when her mood returned to stability, the D-class personnel suddenly returned to this world.

It was like an undo operation.

By the time other D-class personnel rescued him, the unlucky guy had already had a mental breakdown.

Even using memory deletion on him was useless; he had completely become an idiot.

Finally, the stomach of the "Indestructible Lizard" became his destination.

And now...

The bear doll, mouse doll, dog doll, and duck doll by the "Witch Child's" bed began to jump around, still humming "Mickey Mouse Clubhouse."

I don't know if a certain company's legal department and the Foundation were to clash, who would be the final winner.

It wasn't just those few—Barbie started singing, the toy car began to sway, and the little train drove on the plastic track with a smile...

It was just like a cartoon.

"Astral Express."

Welt Yang suddenly felt that he had woken up too abruptly and needed to go back and take a nap.

Waking up in the morning, he saw the Foundation broadcasting a cartoon.

And it was a politically incorrect princess movie...

Welt Yang took off his glasses and rubbed his eyes:

How could he, Welt Yang, have such a dream?

Anti-Entropy once made animations to develop giant robots, but he shouldn't dream of this kind of content...

But when he put his glasses back on, the dreamy scene continued.

"..."

Amidst doubt, doubt, doubt, and confusion, Welt Yang walked into the viewing car.

As soon as he entered, he saw Himeko drinking coffee and Pom-Pom sweeping the floor.

"Good morning, Welt."

"Good morning, Passenger Welt."

The greetings rang out one after another, and then Pom-Pom moved its short legs and hopped in front of Welt Yang.

"How did you rest yesterday?"