Chapter 239

"Administrator, He should be doing very well recently."

"When He was still in the Foundation, He was secretly loved by many female directors... and many female anomalies also wanted to develop some over-the-line relationships with Him."

The ancient voice was silent for a moment:

"Understandable."

Thus, they didn't know what else to say.

After a while, Dr. Bright took "SCP-963" in his hand and had a sudden idea.

"You say, is there a possibility for me to briefly be a 'Leviathan'?"

"Relying on that SCP of yours?"

"Yes."

The "Old Man of the Turbid Sea" successfully understood Dr. Bright's delusion—

Letting Him come into contact with "Immortality," thereby transferring Dr. Bright's consciousness into His body, and then experiencing the thrill of being a "Leviathan."

Should one say it's worthy of Dr. Bright.

He had been a man, a woman, and had tried various animals.

He had even had designs on his colleagues, wanting Dr. Clef to summon a black dragon again.

Now, he had set his sights on Him, this dying, old, and weak Supreme Divinity.

"My advice is don't try it randomly," the "Old Man of the Turbid Sea" said. "I know the principle of that thing, but didn't it already come into contact with the 'Missing Thing' before? Did you successfully occupy His consciousness?"

Dr. Bright was a bit disappointed.

"No."

"That's just an SCP, Dr. Bright, not a divinity, let alone a Supreme Divinity."

Dr. Bright nodded and put away this whim.

After all, the Administrator was staring at his back.

In His eyes, red light seemed to be flashing.

Just as the viewers were listening to Dr. Bright and the "Old Man of the Turbid Sea" chat about daily life.

The deep sea in the footage suddenly disappeared, replaced by the silent deep space.

Naturally, the conversation between the two was temporarily interrupted.

However, the viewers all knew.

Something big was coming.

They all cheered up and looked at the universe in the light screen.

It was filled with countless fine star dust, which was the dazzling light of stars.

Red, orange, yellow, blue, purple, white, diamonds scattered on black velvet.

And this beautiful velvet cloth wrapped Jarilo-VI inside.

The residents of Belobog had been paying attention to the "Old Man of the Turbid Sea" in the distance, but were even more concerned about the humans inside Him who might hatch at any time.

Not just the general public who learned about the Foundation not long ago, even Clara was full of excitement at this moment.

The white-haired, red-eyed girl sat on Svarog's lap, pointing excitedly at Jarilo-VI surrounded by stars.

They had been guarding this planet alone for too long, always struggling to survive in a desperate situation, and could only rely on themselves to walk on with difficulty.

Now, a super civilization called the Foundation was going to take a potential threat away from their home.

At this moment, even Bronya, the quasi-"Supreme Guardian" who knew more inside information, could not help but sigh slightly that the Foundation had brought considerable help to Belobog and Jarilo-VI.

When she learned that a human civilization that was still developing was hidden inside the "Old Man of the Turbid Sea."

She had already prepared to humiliate herself to seek peace, as long as she could exchange it for a precious development opportunity for Belobog.

Decades later, they, the ancient remnants huddled in a corner, would reproduce the glory of Jarilo-VI of the past.

But now, these worries could all be put away.

The Foundation would use their means, which could be called miracles, to resolve the dispute.

Let the two sides that might break out into war live on two planets.

"How will the Foundation move the 'Old Man of the Turbid Sea'? His body size is really too huge."

"And... there are actually not many habitable planets; there are few star systems with only one sun, and the type and age of the star must be suitable."

"Even if the position in space is suitable, one must ensure that there are no microorganisms, bacteria, viruses, or atmospheric components on that planet that are fatal to the 'Leviathan Humans'."

"Putting it this way, it is indeed quite difficult."

The viewers discussed heatedly.

"Does the Foundation really have a way to move such a behemoth away from the planet?"

Someone asked this question.

Although the Foundation was mysterious and powerful, the Supreme Divinity was powerful and mysterious.

The key was that the "Old Man of the Turbid Sea" was too big, and the Foundation had to move Him as a whole.

Many veteran interstellar civilizations had built super-large cargo ships that could transport hundreds of millions of cubic meters of ore at a time.

But this did not mean that those cargo ships could directly load an entire crust.

Yes.

In the eyes of many interstellar transport companies, moving the "Old Man of the Turbid Sea" was no different from moving a large piece of crust.

The former was thankless work, and the latter was being bored and full.

If the Foundation wanted to shape its great, glorious, and correct image, it would be better to move the indigenous people away directly, so there would be no cost.

The discussions of the crowd turned into dense comments, flowing in the light screen.

The residents of Belobog watched and broke into cold sweat.

They wanted to shout loudly, "The lives of Belobog people are also lives."

But they realized dejectedly that they could only watch those people comment casually from afar and decide their fate at will.

While they could only stand on the ground and look up at the sky blankly.

They were desperate in their tension, praying that the Foundation really had a way to solve this problem.

Perhaps they heard the inner voices of the Belobog residents.

Not long after, an anomaly appeared in the footage.

In fact, as long as one was on Jarilo-VI, one could see the anomaly in the sky without the help of the Foundation's light screen.

A point of light appeared out of thin air, suddenly became bright, and crimson fluctuations spread out, setting off layers of ripples in space.

When the space storm stopped and the crimson light dissipated.

The starship that came across space revealed its true appearance.

It was a silver metal planet, its surface covered with armor plates and various weapons, seemingly unbreakable.

And at one end of it, a huge opening was revealed, like an abyss, seemingly able to easily swallow an entire mountain range.

"What is this..."

Some Silvermane Guards had already dropped their weapons and knelt on the ground.

"Stand up, they are not enemies invading Belobog!"

Even Gepard had to summon his courage to have the guts to face the monster from the sky.

The Silvermane Guards and Silvermane Guard officers were like this, let alone the general public.

Although they understood that this was the Foundation coming to help, it successfully awakened the fear buried deep in their genes.

And for other viewers, memories from earlier were awakened.

"This looks like the Foundation's planet-class warship."

"What does the Foundation want to do by sending a planet-class warship and a whole escort fleet?"

"Could it be that they intend to kill the 'Old Man of the Turbid Sea'? I feel like I've hit the truth."

"Evil Foundation doctor."

In the awe-filled eyes of the Belobog residents.

The planet-class warship, which was larger than Jarilo-VI, suddenly lit up all over its body.

Thus, even space was pulled and extended into the distance.

"Star Gate! This is a Star Gate!"

Someone recognized the essence of this spatial distortion phenomenon.

"Could it be that the Foundation intends to send the 'Old Man of the Turbid Sea' away along with Jarilo-VI?"