I created a foundation

Without any warning, the air above his palm twisted slightly like the surface of water, rippling out a circle of fine ripples.

Specks of scarlet light emerged from nothingness, as if drawn and summoned by an invisible force; they swirled, converged, and condensed.

These light fragments were as small as dust at first, but in a flash they multiplied and merged, emitting a strange and magnificent light, and quickly outlining the outline of a long and narrow object.

The light flickered, as if it was undergoing the final shaping and tempering.

In the blink of an eye, when all the light was retracted, a sword with an ancient shape, but revealing an indescribable ominousness and murderous intent, quietly floated in his palm, with the tip of the sword pointing obliquely at the night sky.

The scabbard was a dark red-black color, as if it were crafted from the charred bones of some unknown giant beast. There was no gorgeous decoration on the surface, only a heaviness and coldness like the sedimentation of time.

The handle was wrapped in a dark brown, finely scaled coil, fitting snugly against the sharkskin-like material beneath, providing an excellent grip. The coil felt delicate yet tough, and when Lin Qing's fingers touched it, he could even sense a subtle warmth and elasticity, like living skin.

Start slightly cold.

An indescribable heaviness emanated from the hilt of the knife. It wasn't simply a physical weight, but rather a conceptual weight that carried the weight of endless death and end. It was as if the knife itself was the embodiment of countless end times.

Lin Qing's eyes did not fluctuate at all. His left hand firmly held the red and black scabbard, and his right thumb gently pushed open the sword guard.

The hilt of the sword was a simple circle, also of a dark metallic color. It was engraved with intricate and twisted ancient runes that did not resemble those of human civilization, and emitted a cold glow.

"bass--"

A slight but unusually clear sound of metal friction was heard.

The sound was not harsh, but rather had a strange rhythm, like the sigh of a dead soul, or the whisper of fate, which was particularly eye-catching in the silent night sky.

A strange, heart-pounding blood-red knife light came into his sight as the blade was pulled out inch by inch.

The blade is long and narrow, with a graceful and smooth curve, but it hides a deadly murderous intent.

The blood-red color was not a dye applied artificially, but the color of the blade itself. It was as deep as a sea of ​​solidified blood, and it seemed as if it had drunk the blood of countless gods and demons, and had been precipitated over the ages.

Looking closely, within the blood-colored blade, it seemed as if countless blood threads, thinner and darker than a hair, were slowly flowing and pulsating, giving this peerless and fierce blade a strange and disturbing sense of life.

There was no trace of cold light reflected from the blade, and all light seemed to be completely swallowed by it.

It lies there quietly, yet it exudes an aura that goes beyond the simple category of "sharp".

It is a more fundamental force of "severance" that points to the end of all things.

Cut off life.

Cut off contact.

Cut off cause and effect.

Even... severing immortality.

A huge and pure stream of information, accompanied by the moment the blade was completely unsheathed, flowed along his arm like a flood bursting through a dam and surged into his mind.

That is the core essence and concept of the weapon [Immortal Slash] - the absolute power to cut off all the "immortal", "indestructible" and "immortal" characteristics in the world.

[System prompt: This weapon has been freed from the restriction that any mortal who draws the sword will die. The host can now use it without any side effects.]

"Oh?"

Lin Qing's eyebrows twitched slightly.

“There are still such restrictions.”

It seems that the original owner of this [Immortal Slash] had to pay a heavy price that ordinary people could hardly imagine, even at the cost of his life, every time he wielded it.

But now, this fatal limitation has been directly eliminated by the system.

"A sword that can kill gods..."

He whispered to himself, his slender fingers gently brushing over the cold blade that was pulsating with a strange life.

The touch from the fingertips is not the hardness of metal, but rather has a hint of jade-like warmth, and... a chill that penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

He gently waved the [Immortal Slash] in his hand.

No force was used, just a random swing.

The bloody blade drew a poignant yet deadly trajectory in the night. The air seemed to be torn apart by the invisible concept attached to it, emitting a subtle cry like tearing cloth.

"Immortality..."

He thought of his own gift of [Immortality], and also of the enemies he had encountered before, who possessed tenacious vitality and rapid regeneration abilities.

For example, some SCP projects recorded in the Foundation archives are difficult to completely eliminate.

For example...someone like Muzan Kibutsuji.

The corners of Lin Qing's mouth curled up in a very faint, almost negligible arc.

With this [Immortal Slash], the end of those monsters that rely on their immortality to wreak havoc on the world, and those who claim to be immortal and indestructible, is no longer far away.

He could clearly feel that the power of this knife was not just physical.

What it cuts off is something more fundamental.

It is the concept of "immortality" on which the goal depends.

Once struck by it, no matter how powerful its regenerative ability is, no matter how strange its life form is, it will be completely wiped out from the foundation of its existence.

"Good knife."

Lin Qing turned his wrist, and [Immortal Slash] let out a satisfied hum. The bloody blade drew a perfect arc in the air, and he slowly sent it back into the red and black scabbard.

"Click."

The blade and scabbard fit perfectly and fit together seamlessly.

The heart-pounding blood-red edge and ominous aura were completely retracted the moment the blade was sheathed.

This peerless and ferocious blade transformed into a simple-looking, calm sword, lying quietly in Lin Qing's palm.

But he knew that beneath this calm and ancient appearance, there was a terrifying power hidden that was enough to subvert the laws of life and death and make gods and demons surrender.

He held the [Immortal Slash] tightly in his hand, his gaze passed over the rooftop railing and cast towards the Tokyo night scene below, which was brightly lit and as vast as a sea of ​​stars.

New power, already got zero.

Chapter 127: The Three-Way Road to a New World

The moment Lin Qing's warm palm left Xueno's head, the reassuring warmth seemed to dissipate.

He turned around without saying anything extra. His figure blended into the deep night like a drop of ink. After a few rises and falls, he disappeared at the edge of the rooftop, as if he had never been there.

Only a faint, clear scent remained in the air, proving the existence of the creature that had just grown.

Yukino took a deep breath of the cool night air, and the excitement in her chest caused by the words "well done" was forcibly suppressed.

The blush on her cheeks quickly cooled, and her eyes became sharp and cold again, like a blade drawn from its sheath.

Yukinoshita Yukino, who was recognized by the president and was filled with joy, retreated behind the scenes at this moment.

In her place is Investigator A, Yukino Yukinoshita, of the SCP Foundation's Tokyo branch.

She straightened the slightly messy collar of her uniform, her movements quick and decisive, without any trace of her previous softness.

Then, she took a step forward, her black combat boots stepping on the concrete floor, making a slight but rhythmic sound, and walked step by step towards the three people who were huddled in the corner of the rooftop, still in shock.

Hayato Hayama, Yumiko Miura, and Yuigahama Yui, the three usually bright and beautiful central figures on campus, are now shivering like fledglings torn apart by a storm, their faces as pale as paper.

Their eyes were empty, and deep in their pupils there still remained the extreme fear of the previous inhuman battle.

Nightmare's distorted face, the scene of blood splattering, and the cold murderous intent emanating from Yukino when she swung her long sword kept replaying in their minds like a nightmare.

Yukino stopped three steps in front of them and looked down at them.

Her voice was cold and straightforward, yet carried an unquestionable majesty.

"The matter is initially concluded."

Those six simple words seemed to relax the three people's tense nerves for a moment, but Yukino's next words plunged them into a deeper unknown.

"However, in order to ensure that you are not exposed to potential mental contamination, and to fulfill the Foundation's confidentiality agreement."

"You three must come with me now to carry out the necessary follow-up procedures."

"Mental pollution", "confidentiality agreement", "follow-up processing", each word is like a small hammer, hitting the fragile nerves of the three people.

Hayato Hayama moved his lips as if he wanted to ask something, but when he met Yukino's ice-blue eyes that were devoid of any emotion, all the words were stuck in his throat.

He saw no room for negotiation in those eyes, only orders and execution.

Miura Yumiko subconsciously grasped Yuigahama Yui's arm, her nails digging deep into her flesh without her realizing it. Yuigahama let out a slight cry of pain, but was mostly bewildered.

Their worldview was completely shattered and reshaped tonight, and then shattered again by the reality before them.

"Follow."

Without giving them much time to think and react, Yukino turned and walked towards the exit of the rooftop.

Hayato Hayama was the first to struggle to his feet. His legs were a little weak from the fear and stiffness he had endured for so long. He held onto the wall, staggered a bit, and finally managed to stand steady.

He glanced at Miura and Yuigahama who were still slumped on the ground, his lips moved, but in the end he said nothing, and just silently followed Yukino's pace.

For the first time, his back no longer looked so straight and perfect, but instead looked a little disheveled and heavy.

Yumiko Miura and Yuigahama Yui supported each other and also stumbled to their feet.

The usually competitive queen and the always energetic dumpling have lost all their colors at this moment, like empty shells with their souls taken away, moving mechanically.

The teaching building was dead silent, with only the sound of their footsteps echoing in the empty corridor, which seemed particularly clear.

Every step is like stepping on an unknown node of destiny.

Downstairs, a pitch-black SUV sat quietly in the shadows. Its rugged build and icy lines resembled a dormant beast. The windows were covered in dark film, making it impossible to see inside from the outside.

Xue Na opened the car door and motioned for the three to get in.

The interior of the car is spacious, but the atmosphere is suffocating.

The leather seats exuded a faint smell mixed with disinfectant.

Yukino was sitting in the passenger seat. The driver was a middle-aged man in a black suit with an expressionless face. From the moment the three of them got in the car, he never turned his head back or said a word. He just started the car smoothly after Yukino signaled.

The vehicle slowly drove out of the deserted campus and merged into the quiet city traffic late at night.

Hayama, Miura, and Yuigahama sat side by side in the back seat, keeping a safe distance from each other, yet they could clearly feel the fear and anxiety emanating from each other.