Chapter 935

The Administrator stared at the old man's face and looked repeatedly:

"Are you new here?"

"Sorry?"

"I don't think I've seen you before. Are you new?"

The old man took a deep breath, saying "I have held my current position for thirty years," while taking out his badge and handing it to the Administrator.

The exquisite badge was engraved with 【O5-3】.

At this point, the audience's doubts not only did not decrease, but increased quite a bit.

For example, why couldn't the Administrator recognize an O5?

In the impression of the vast majority of the audience, in the pyramid of the Foundation's power structure, the Administrator is the well-deserved, unshakable peak.

Slightly below is the current Overseer Council, totaling thirteen people.

"Shouldn't be senile, right?"

"Shouldn't be... could it be that the memory is full, and some memories will be deleted periodically?"

Of course, in the Foundation structure in the file story.

The Administrator is not above the Overseer Council, becoming the uncrowned king of the Foundation, but at the bottom, one of the many prisoners of the Foundation.

Naturally, there is another possibility.

"I'm afraid that since the Administrator was contained, he has never left here, and after the O5 Council completely seized power, they only kept an empty name for the Administrator without any real power. The iteration of the Overseer Council has nothing to do with the Administrator; the Administrator neither knows who stepped down nor who inherited the corresponding seat."

"But can this really be explained? If the Administrator is really just a containment object, why would the Foundation let him be responsible for fighting the 'Black Moon'?"

The Administrator took the badge in front of him, rubbed its surface with his thumb, then straightened the monocle on his right eye, and observed carefully for a while.

"So you are indeed new."

The Administrator returned the badge to the old man: "Sorry, sorry... ah, 'Memory Test'. Continue."

O5-3 opened a stack of papers and began to read.

"Do you remember when you were born?"

"Before 'having a name'," the Administrator replied.

"Before?" O5-3 wrote down a few words, "— Could you please explain?"

"The reason you need a name is to avoid confusion in the crowd," the Administrator explained calmly.

"In the era when I was born, the number of humans had not yet expanded to the point where every individual had to be named."

An era where everyone knew each other and could distinguish each other just by appearance... quite ancient... O5-3 added calmly.

"Mm, I understand."

He continued to ask:

"Do you remember how you acquired your existing anomalous properties?"

"'Counterbalance'?"

"If you like to call it that."

The Administrator leaned back slowly, burying himself in the sofa, his black eyes reflecting the chandelier hanging from the ceiling.

Scenes flashed before his eyes; his thoughts spanned thousands of years, walked through tens of thousands of years, and continued to trace back to the barbaric era when humans used the sky as a quilt and the earth as a bed.

A moment later, he said:

"We built a village by the sea."

"Put in the present, that's just some tents and caves, but put in that time, this is a village."

"I was a child then."

"At that time, the closest thing to a name was your identity, because you were the only one in the whole world."

Speaking of this, the Administrator closed his eyes, his eyebrows furrowed slightly, bulging into a shallow "Chuan" character.

After a while, he opened his eyes and said slowly:

"One day, a newcomer came to the village."

"He claimed to be a hermit; he looked emaciated, as if he had never eaten anything in his life. We were all worried that he would die suddenly, but he didn't."

"He walked to the center of the village, sat cross-legged on a stone, and waited motionless for something — until a few days later, the 'Black Moon' began to howl."

"'SCP-001'?" O5-3 asked.

"'Black Moon'," the Administrator corrected, apparently he didn't like to call Him by a number.

"At that time, the youngest hunter in the village was walking toward his cave — and then he died."

"He had just walked halfway when he turned into a pitch-black sculpture."

"Just four seconds later, he disappeared without a trace like a phantom, leaving nothing behind."

"Then the hermit turned to me and asked me what I saw."

"I told him."

"Subsequently, he told me about the 'Black Moon,' and also told me everything he had learned in his immortal life."

"It took him four minutes."

"He spoke quite fast?" O5-3 joked.

"No," the Administrator looked at the old man calmly and shook his head, "he just knew too little."

Afterward, the Administrator said a number, a number that is very short in mythology and too large in modern times.

"He only lived for a thousand years."

O5-3 opened his mouth subconsciously, his throat rolled a few times, but he said nothing.

In the face of such a short human lifespan, a hundred years is called longevity, a thousand years is living history, and the Administrator is a history of human civilization.

Except for the Administrator himself, probably no one can add "only" before "a thousand years."

The Administrator continued:

"Then he handed the 'Counterbalance' to me."

"Subsequently, he turned into dust, and then I started walking on this land."

"Is this enough? Can we continue?"

"Yes," O5-3 took a deep breath, "this is enough."

"Understood," the Administrator sighed lightly, "anything else?"

"You passed the memory test."

O5-3 put the note back into the envelope, his ten fingers crossed and resting on the coffee table, "So, how are things with 001 now?"

"Slow. This is not surprising. It has been very slow from the beginning." The Administrator's tone remained calm.

"Dr. Moto made a proposal that we were all excited about, and I have always held hope for the 'Conceptual Bunker'."

"Interesting. Can you say a little more?" O5-3 capped the fountain pen and set it aside.

The Administrator shook his head slowly: "I have already sent the project proposal, and both have been approved. That is enough."

"Even so, I still want to chat with you now."

Thus, the Administrator raised those eyes as deep as the night, as if they were forged and tempered by all the dark nights in thousands of years.

Those eyes stared at O5-3, letting O5-3 see his own soul, his own thoughts, and all his secrets in the other's eyes.

Thus, he heard the Administrator ask.

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"You think I'm full of shit, don't you?"

"Sorry?"

The Administrator held the coffee cup with both hands; the turbid coffee-colored liquid surface only reflected some images after being stained.

"You are thinking of one of the following three items:"

"I am lying;"

"I am delusional;"

"Or I am fighting a meaningless battle."

"Looking at your eyes, I can say that the first two must be one of them, probably the first one."

After speaking, the Administrator drank the remaining coffee in one gulp, then held the cup with one hand.

"I assure you, I hold the utmost respect —"

"— for your position and contribution," the Administrator finished for the old man. ===== CHAPTER 937 =====