Chapter 99

An indescribable pressure, and a terrifying feeling that his entire soul was warning him, erupted from his crown and traveled down his spine to every part of his body.

Even when facing an Aeon, he had never felt such pressure!

And Dr. Bright, standing opposite him, changed his expression suddenly, his hand playing with the “Lucky Charm” freezing.

A moment later, this huge pressure disappeared, and Sampo gasped for air as if he had survived a disaster.

And Dr. Bright patted the snow off his body, put the “Lucky Charm” back on, and regretfully informed Sampo:

“Sorry, the transaction was called off by the Administrator.”

“The Administrator warned that if I give this thing away as a gift again, he’s going to give me a lesson I’ll never forget for the rest of my life.”

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“Given that Dr. Bright has too many sleazy maneuvers, I went back and studied the instructions for SCP-963 again. I found that it isn’t as evil as we imagined. As long as the contact time doesn’t exceed 30 days, it’s more like Dr. Bright temporarily occupying a body. As long as SCP-963 is removed in time, one can return to normal, just like that D-Class personnel.”

“Huh? I never thought about it that way. I just think Dr. Bright is fun and very suitable to be a follower of my Lord ‘Aha’.”

“Are you willing to bet? Bet that Dr. Bright will definitely remove SCP-963 before the 30-day limit arrives, and that during this time, Dr. Bright’s consciousness and memories won’t remain in your body at all.”

“Feels a bit terrifying, suddenly having someone else’s memories and consciousness in your body, like being haunted.”

“I suspect that after body-swapping and *, Dr. Bright has developed a new way to play: body-swapping.”

“Isn’t this still that classic question: when your sister and your girlfriend swap consciousness, how should you face them both?”

“So, does this count as a type of NTR?”

……

That will had already left.

Throughout the whole process, it didn’t even glance at Sampo.

Yet, just by the lingering power emitted inadvertently, it almost shattered his sanity.

The cold wind was like a knife, snowflakes danced, and the world returned to its original state.

Only the person who experienced it would know what exactly happened in those few seconds.

The blue-haired man was still steadying his breathing.

Listening to Dr. Bright’s explanation, he finally understood roughly what had just happened.

When Dr. Bright intended to give the “Lucky Charm” to him, the Foundation’s big boss descended directly and interrupted the transaction.

But why would a “Lucky Charm” attract the attention of such a powerful person?

Is there a problem with this “Lucky Charm” itself?

Sampo keenly sensed the traps and hidden conspiracies that might be lurking within.

Because he also liked to do this.

“Was that person just now the Administrator?”

Sampo wiped the non-existent cold sweat from his forehead, hid all his real thoughts in his heart, and asked calmly.

If the Administrator really came to warn Dr. Bright, then his behavior would definitely be restrained from now on.

But no matter how things develop next, he must be ready to run at any time.

Dr. Bright nodded.

Facing the Administrator’s pressure, he seemed completely unaffected.

It was hard to tell if this had happened too many times, or if his own strength had already reached an unfathomable level.

“Yes, the only, eternal, supreme Administrator of the Foundation.”

“Perhaps there are many O5s in the Foundation, but there has only ever been one Administrator.”

“Do you know about the O5s?”

Dr. Bright looked at Sampo, and seeing the other party had no reaction, he slapped his forehead, suddenly realizing:

“Oh, I forgot that this planet is basically dead, and technology must have suffered a generational gap. There can’t be many people who know about the existence of the Foundation.”

A planet that suffered a natural disaster and whose civilization has been cut off—it’s not bad that it hasn’t regressed to the Stone Age.

He shouldn’t continue to pick at people’s scars.

Pausing, Dr. Bright changed the subject:

“Since the Administrator came forward to call off this matter, let’s forget about the damn dilapidated building and the ‘Lucky Charm’.”

“As compensation, I invite you to have breakfast together.”

Seeing that Dr. Bright had no intention of letting him go, Sampo immediately prepared to run.

He put on a fawning and flattering smile, trying to refuse in a roundabout way:

“Thank you for your kindness, but I just remembered I have an appointment with a client…”

Before he could make a move to leave, he felt a huge force coming from his wrist.

Holy crap!

This Dr. Bright isn’t a normal person either!

He, Sampo, admits defeat today!

But he saw Dr. Bright looking enthusiastic, pulling him toward another direction as if entertaining an old friend.

“What’s there to be polite about? In the Administrator’s hometown, there’s an old saying—”

“It’s called, ‘Is it not delightful to have friends coming from afar?’”

While walking, he didn’t forget to do some ideological work on Sampo:

“Don’t be in such a hurry to refuse. If you miss this breakfast, I think you’ll regret it for the rest of your life.”

But I suspect that if I really go, my life will be over…

Sampo said “You are too kind” on the surface, while internally drawing circles and looking for a way to escape.

Opening the heavy gate leading to the underground, Dr. Bright explained the specifications of the upcoming breakfast to Sampo:

“…Grand Duke Fernand is the Emperor of the French Empire. He was contained by the Foundation due to a special disease. He is hospitable and loves to hear travelers tell him about their adventures.”

“So, this meal will be quite high-end.”

Sampo could only suppress the various doubts and confusion in his heart, cooperating with Dr. Bright’s performance:

“Is there anything I need to pay attention to?”

Dr. Bright shook his head casually:

“No, no.”

“The only thing is, Grand Duke Fernand looks a bit ugly, and his temper isn’t very good. If possible, you’d better not get too close to him.”

……

“I think normal people should stay away from this Dr. Bright.”

“Grand Duke Fernand? SCP-082?”

“His ability to make up nonsense is too strong. He doesn’t blush or skip a beat. How many times has he done this? Why is he so skilled?”

“Fake is true, true is fake. Which sentence is true, which is fake? Can you tell?”

“I think he should join the ‘Fictional Historians.’ With his ability and skills, he is fully capable of making the entire history of the galaxy a mess.”

“Don’t be so anxious. You should believe in the path of ‘Elation’ and find fun in everything.”

……

At the same time.

After successfully capturing Sampo, this free listener.

Dr. Bright’s chatterbox opened up.

Like a floodgate that had been blocked for years, the silt was cleared, and various topics spewed out, flowing for a thousand miles.

As for Sampo, he basically became a beckoning cat, just needing to force a smile, listen on the side, and nod from time to time.

“You ask what the O5 Council is?”

“Sigh, just a bunch of unlucky people.”

“There’s a classic Foundation joke—Question: Does every Foundation member want to become an O5? Answer: No, they aren’t that stupid. You know, O5s can go missing even without encountering anomalies.”

“You ask what I like to do when I’m at the Foundation headquarters?”

“There’s too much. Making burgers, showing movies, hosting fighting tournaments, hunting crocodiles… I think there are no living crocodiles left on this planet.”

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“I also raised a very smart big lizard. It’s very smart and can understand human speech. You just need to hit its head with a newspaper, and it will obediently flip over and let me rub its belly. The feeling is great.”

Just as Dr. Bright continued to brag about the great achievements he had made in the Foundation.