Sky Curtain: The Darwin Incident at the outset, the Declaration of the People's League

Bai Jin scratched his head, looking bewildered: "Can you buy all these mods for 50 cents on Taobao now, besides the DLC? Are the sellers philanthropists reincarnated?"

He vaguely remembered that he had bought a DLC collection, but after extracting it, a bunch of strange folders appeared.

Some of the names look like legitimate mods, some...

He stared at the various English words behind it in silence for a long time.

"Forget it, I've already bought it, let's download it first and then talk about it."

This cloud storage service is so slow that the internet speed is absolutely awful without a membership.

The progress bar is crawling at a snail's pace that is visible to the naked eye, with an estimated remaining time of 3 hours and 47 minutes.

"Alright, let's keep watching videos."

He casually tapped the screen and slid down.

A brand new title popped up.

[Global Occult Consortium, GOC.]

This is not a civilian organization, but the most powerful supernatural armed force operating behind the scenes of public political power.

GOC?

Upon seeing the three familiar letters, a suppressed chuckle erupted simultaneously across countless sites on the foundation's side.

Countless foundation members stared at the sky, almost bursting out laughing on the spot.

What goes around comes around; no one escapes the wrath of Heaven!

When Skynet first exposed them, the entire foundation was in a state of chaos, and they went to great lengths to keep the secret and stabilize the internal situation.

During that period, they were under so much pressure that they couldn't even sleep soundly.

Meanwhile, the GOC group was just watching and having fun.

Now the tables have turned, and it's finally their turn to be thoroughly exposed.

Many foundation members were secretly gloating.

Sorry, why did you stop laughing?

You've finally met your match!

To everyone's surprise,

Faced with the imminent exposure of everything, the GOC remained calm, not furious, and not exasperated.

The lukewarm reaction was quite amusing.

The scene suddenly changed.

It's no longer the emerald green Land of Light, no longer the battle of the Ultra Brothers, but a cold blue and white color scheme.

In the center of the image, a blue five-pointed star is firmly attached to the Earth, its starlight sharp as a knife, and the outline of the Earth is faintly visible among the stars.

Below the emblem, a line of stark Latin text reads:

“Ut Humanitas Valeat”

For the prosperity of humanity, for the survival of ordinary people.

The birth of the GOC began with the catastrophe of World War II—or what is known as the "Sixth Supernatural War."

The scene rewinds, taking us back to the 1940s.

In the black-and-white images, war swept across the globe.

But this time, the flames not only included tanks and bombers, but also twisted monsters ravaging the streets, eerie pillars of light descending from the sky, mysterious scholars in robes unleashing flames on the battlefield, and grotesque otherworldly creatures pouring out from torn spatial rifts.

The Axis and Allied powers were not only competing with conventional military strength, but also frantically using supernatural abilities, ancient rituals, and unusual weapons.

Nazi scientists stood before an ancient altar, chanting forbidden incantations.

Allied psionic warriors battle shadows on the battlefield.

In the Pacific Ocean, a warship was swallowed whole by a deep-sea monster.

An ancient city in Europe disappeared from the map overnight, leaving only a bottomless pit in its place.

As war spreads, countless anomalies break free of their restraints, evil gods descend upon the world, monsters run rampant, and human civilization teeters on the brink of collapse.

In the image, a city is on fire.

It wasn't an ordinary fire, but some kind of eerie green flame that melted even steel.

On the street, survivors fled frantically, followed by more than a dozen monsters of various shapes and sizes.

Some were fleshy lumps with tentacles, some were translucent ghosts, and some were distorted human forms.

A child fell to the ground, looked back at the approaching monster, and let out a desperate scream.

The next second, a blinding white light descended from the sky, blasting the monster into ashes.

The camera zooms out, revealing a group of figures in black uniforms standing high above the ruins, their weapons still smoking.

Towards the end of the war, the victors finally realized that allowing supernatural forces to spread freely would only lead to extinction.

No single country or organization is capable of suppressing global anomalies.

The world leaders sat at a huge round table.

Behind them stood a crowd of people dressed in strange and unusual clothes.

There were mysterious scholars in long robes, superhuman warriors in military uniforms, shaman priests covered in tattoos, and scientists with glasses and serious expressions.

how to say.

This scene just doesn't look right.

In 1953, with the tacit approval and support of the UN Security Council, 108 official paranormal organizations, clandestine groups with supernatural abilities, schools of esoteric arts, and special operations units of the military formed a formal alliance.

[A rogue mystic, a retired psychic, a surviving priest, top scientists from around the world, and superhuman warriors... all have been integrated into one entity.]

This is—the Global Occult Alliance (GOC).

The image freezes on this stark emblem, where a five-pointed star intertwines with the Earth.

[The highest authority: the 108 Council, composed of 108 founding supernatural organizations worldwide, is the alliance's highest decision-making core.]

[Ultimate goal: To ensure the survival of the human race by all means]

The camera zooms in, entering the GOC headquarters.

This is a massive fortress hidden deep underground.

In the alloy corridor, people in black uniforms moved back and forth, each wearing a five-pointed star Earth emblem on their chest.

The armory displays equipment that ordinary people wouldn't even dare to dream of.

Anti-gravity warship.

Suspended in the massive hangar, its surface was covered with a pale blue energy shield, and its main cannon had a caliber large enough to vaporize a city.

Orbital clearance weapon.

The satellite constellation, forming a strike network, can deliver a precision strike to any location in the world within three minutes, with a power comparable to a tactical nuclear weapon, but without any radiation residue.

Mystic Mech.

A war machine that blends technology and mysticism, piloted by a specially trained sorcerer, with the mech's energy core powered by a sealed anomalous creature.

A realistic and stable weapon.

Firearms capable of anchoring to reality and suppressing anomalies are standard equipment for GOC front-line agents.

Mental defense armor.

Special armor that can resist mind control and mental attacks, protecting agents from the influence of those who are adept at manipulating consciousness.

They possess the most advanced technology and magical arts combined in human history. In terms of direct combat capability, the GOC is the absolute overlord of the abnormal world.

The scene changes to showcase GOC agent training.

In the physical training field, the new recruits ran with weights under supergravity, their uniforms soaked with sweat.

In the magical training room, apprentices drew intricate runes in the air, their fingertips shimmering with pale golden light.

Inside the tactical simulation pod, virtual monsters swarmed in from all directions. The agents fired back-to-back, their teamwork impeccable, and every shot hit its mark.

[And they and the organization that guarded the secrets—the Foundation—are on completely opposite paths.]

The screen is divided into two.

On the left is a familiar symbol to the audience—the skull bound in chains, the emblem of the SCP Foundation.

On the right is the GOC logo – a blue five-pointed star and the Earth.

If the Foundation is the night watchman, then the GOC is the executioner.

The scene begins by comparing the operating styles of the two organizations.

On the left, in the Foundation's containment chamber, researchers carefully observe a confined anomalous creature through layers of protective gear.

The creature looked harmless, even somewhat pitiful, but the researchers remained on high alert.

On the right, the GOC tactical squad rushed into an anomaly without any hesitation or delay.

Lasers flashed, and a magical power erupted.

Seconds later, only a pile of ashes remained at the scene.

The special agent captain calmly reported into the communicator: "Target cleared, no abnormal residue found at the scene."

The Foundation's creed: Containment, Protection, Research, Secrecy

They are willing to detain, study, and even exploit anomalies, as long as they can maintain order.

The foundation's archivists were writing thick documents under dim light, each document recording an unusual secret.

They guarded these secrets, preventing them from falling into the hands of those who shouldn't know them.

[GOC's Creed: Discover, Confirm, Destroy]

They don't kill indiscriminately upon seeing anything unusual; they only target entities that truly threaten humanity, distort reality, or are uncontrollable.

In their eyes, any anomaly that could overturn reality or endanger civilization is a threat that must be eliminated.