Chapter 408

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

"When He was still at 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 aged voice was silent for a moment:

"Understandable."

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

After a while, Dr. Bright, holding "SCP-963" in his hand, had a sudden whim.

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

"Relying on that anomaly 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, had been 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 designs on Him, a Supreme Divinity who was on the verge of death, old and weak.

"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 anomaly, Dr. Bright, not a divinity, much less a Supreme Divinity."

Dr. Bright nodded and put away this whim.

After all, the Administrator was staring at his back.

In His eyes, there seemed to be red light flickering.

……

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

The deep sea in the image 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 perked up and looked at the universe on the light screen.

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

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

And this piece of beautiful velvet wrapped Jarilo-VI within it.

The residents of Belobog had been paying attention to the distant "Old Man of the Turbid Sea," 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, 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 held on lonely on this planet for too long, always struggling to survive in desperate situations, only able to rely on themselves to walk forward 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, couldn't help but sigh slightly; the Foundation had brought considerable help to Belobog and Jarilo-VI.

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

She had already prepared to humiliate herself and seek peace, as long as it could buy valuable development opportunities for Belobog.

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

But now, these worries could all be put away.

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

Letting both sides that might break out into war live on two planets.

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

"And…… habitable planets are actually not many; star systems with only one sun are already few, and the type and age of the star must also 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 'Leviathan Humans'."

"Put that 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.

The Foundation is mysterious and powerful, but the Supreme Divinity is powerful and mysterious.

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

Many old-school interstellar civilizations have super-large freighters they built that can transport hundreds of millions of cubic meters of ore at once.

But this does not mean that those freighters can directly load an entire crust.

Yes.

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

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

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

The discussion of the crowd turned into dense comments, flowing on the light screen.

The residents of Belobog saw this 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 and decide their fate at will.

While they could only stand on the ground, blankly looking up at the sky.

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

Perhaps hearing the voices of the Belobog residents.

Not long after, an anomaly appeared in the image.

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

A point of light appeared out of thin air and suddenly became bright, with crimson fluctuations spreading out, stirring up layers of ripples in space.

When the space storm subsided and the crimson light dissipated.

The starship that had crossed space revealed its true appearance.

It was a silver metal planet, its surface covered with armor plates and various weapons, appearing 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 muster his courage to have the guts to face the monster outside the sky.

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

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

And for other viewers, earlier memories 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 an entire escort fleet?"

"Could it be that they intend to kill the 'Old Man of the Turbid Sea'? It doesn't make sense to do so?"

"Evil Foundation doctor."

In the awe-filled gaze 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 space distortion phenomenon.

"Could it be that the Foundation intends to send the 'Old Man of the Turbid Sea' away along with Jarilo-VI?" ===== CHAPTER 410 =====