Chapter 218: The terrifying potential of

Xianzhou "Luo Fu", Divination Commission.

Seeing the file that appeared, Fu Xuan's hand holding the tea paused slightly.

"Reality bender? What does this mean? A person who can bend reality?"

She frowned.

This is the first time the Foundation has marked special content, and there has never been a similar situation before.

The Foundation has mentioned the existence of concepts such as reality benders, divinity, and supreme divinity.

But no one knows what that actually represents.

Does it represent some kind of strength, or some kind of identity, or just some kind of division method within the Foundation.

"Not good enough..."

The pink-haired ball lowered her head and pondered, her golden eyes full of the light of wisdom.

There is a problem here.

Is this standard of good or bad for Zhao Zena herself, or for the person who made the request.

A terrifying thought suddenly popped into her mind.

"If... someone makes a request for her to kill all the Aeons, will she leave a part of the Aeons, or will she beat all the Aeons half to death?"

"Or rather, she can't do this at all?"

"General?"

She then looked at Jing Yuan.

Jing Yuan sat up straight, his golden eyes staring at the chessboard in front of him.

After a while, he smiled:

"Heh, I'm actually thinking, if I want to ask the little girl to clear out the 'Abundance', what kind of command should I give?"

"Can't say, please kill two 'Abundances', right?"

"Hahaha..."

Jing Yuan remembered his lion again. It was called Mimi at first, and later it was renamed Snow-Treading by him; it pestered him every day, even if he had been on an expedition for more than three hundred years, it had never left, and finally died of old age.

If Zhao Zena were asked to resurrect the deceased, how far could she go?

Shape an empty shell that only has an appearance? Or a living person who is half-dead?

"Forget it, one shouldn't covet things beyond cognition."

"Otherwise, we Xianzhou people wouldn't have to worry about the Mara-Struck all day long."

"Makes sense, matters involving the Foundation cannot be divined; whether it is a blessing or a curse is unknown." Fu Xuan said, "Is the General going out?"

"Exactly."

Jing Yuan nodded.

The lunch break is over, and it's time for daily martial arts practice; as for the Foundation, SCPs, and reality benders, let's put them aside for now.

Since the Foundation appeared in the world, this world has become abnormally chaotic!

He patted the sleeping Yanqing and took him to the courtyard to practice.

……

"Mentally unable to resist any direct command issued to her... I have some bad thoughts."

"emmmm... although your requirements for age are relatively low, I still have to remind you that she is only 14 years old!"

"I want to ask her to be my wife for a lifetime, so she will be my girlfriend forever!"

"Hasn't this already reached the legal age of consent?"

"Why do I feel that this little sister's strength is a bit terrifying... If she is asked to eliminate all life in the universe, will she eliminate half of the population at once?"

"Mom!"

"She cannot refuse any command from others, and there is no limit, but she can only complete this command not well enough... In other words, no matter where she is, she can be regarded as an incomplete wish machine, realizing part of the wish!"

When this barrage appeared, the audience realized the terror of Zhao Zena, the reality bender.

People with antisocial personalities can use her to destroy galaxies and civilizations.

People who crave power can gain incomplete power.

People who crave wealth can become rich overnight.

If operated properly, can the existing Aeons fall, and can I take their place?

For a time, people's hearts were moved.

"I want to wish for immortality! In this way, my lifespan will definitely be extended a lot!"

"I want to wish for eternal spirit, eternal energy, eternal attraction to the opposite sex, and endless money!"

"I want to be the Emperor of the Universe!"

"I want to be Asta's dog!"

"……"

……

"Herta" Space Station.

Zhao Zena thought she would be taken into a special room like before, occasionally someone would come to chat with her and play some simple games.

But this time, she saw many peers and children in this strange place.

They were all wearing uniform clothes, looking at her curiously, but just watching her move forward from afar, without making any commands.

The girl who led her forward had pink hair, and a short braid on her ear. Her skin, as warm as jade, was tender and shiny, as if a layer of moisturizer had been applied to silk.

Zhao Zena remembered her, called "Asta".

"Hiss—"

The sound of pneumatic and mechanical rotation sounded, revealing another space enclosed behind the door.

There were statues on both sides of the room, as well as some mechanical devices she had never seen before. One device looked like an egg with a piece missing.

Zhao Zena walked in cautiously.

At this time, she noticed a short girl standing in the room.

She had the same face as the statue on the right side of the room, with short brown hair and purple eyes full of mystery.

She looked much younger than herself, the baby fat on her face hadn't faded yet, cute and cute, like a doll, wanting to be held in her arms.

Zhao Zena remembered that Asta had introduced her identity—Herta, the true owner of this space station.

Herta walked over slowly with a scrutinizing gaze.

She said while pinching her chin:

"Is this the little brat? She looks really young, hmm, if it weren't for the Foundation's wide announcement, who would have thought that she would be a reality bender?"

She was originally obsessed with the project in her hand, unable to extricate herself, but witnessed her space station being hit by an SCP again.

Herta didn't want to come again, but after seeing the file, her smart little brain immediately understood how terrifying the girl named Zhao Zena was, and she was even more interested.

As long as the other party agrees to her research, no matter how much she pays, it's not a problem.

What's more, she, the dignified Emanator of "Erudition", should not be a problem to protect such a girl.

Zhao Zena performed a ritual with ethnic characteristics, then stood up straight, looked at Herta for a few seconds before speaking:

"Um, I should be a little older, right?"

So Herta put her hands on her hips, her tone a little dissatisfied: ===== CHAPTER 220 =====