I created a foundation

In Yotsuya Miko's [Yin Yang Eyes], the black miasma vortex composed of desperate souls suddenly shrank the moment the crying stopped, and then expanded wildly at an unimaginable speed!

A pure, undisguised murderous intent that was enough to make even gods and Buddhas tremble suddenly erupted!

But her warning was too late.

The pale humanoid slowly raised his head.

It stood up.

The bamboo-pole-like body, over three meters tall, completely blocked out the moonlight, bringing with it an indescribable sense of oppression.

then.

It turned around.

A distorted and weird face that could not be described in any words was exposed in the air.

“Ah ...

A shrill, inhuman-sounding scream suddenly erupted from the depths of its throat, transforming into a tangible sound wave that swept across the entire forest!

Chapter 158: D-Class Personnel's "Death Test", the Triggered "Must-Death" Rule

"Jianzi, can you see its data?"

Saeko lowered her voice and asked through the team's encrypted channel, her eyes fixed on the white figure who was still sobbing a hundred meters away.

"No."

Yotsuya Miko's voice was trembling uncontrollably, and even through the communication equipment, the fear that came from the depths of her soul was clearly discernible.

"Saeko-san...my eyes are telling me I absolutely, absolutely cannot look at it."

"That's not resentment, nor is it malice, it's nothing..."

She took a deep breath, as if trying to organize her words, trying to describe the existence that was beyond her cognitive limits.

"It...it itself is like a rule. A cold, icy rule written into the very foundation of the world."

rule.

This word made Saeko's pupils shrink suddenly.

"Visually triggered anomaly..."

She made the most accurate judgment almost instantly. Of all the anomalies the Foundation had dealt with, this type of "rule-killing" was undoubtedly the most difficult and dangerous. Any conventional physical attack was meaningless until it touched the rules themselves.

Attacking rashly is the stupidest choice.

The forest was dead silent, with only the sad cries of the white giant and the suppressed breathing of the team members.

Saeko took a deep breath, her lungs filled with cold, humus-scented air. She made her decision and issued the most brutal, yet most effective, order in the Foundation's standard emergency response manual.

Her voice reached the ears of every team member through the channel, cold and without a trace of emotion, like a scalpel cutting through flesh.

"D-8975, step out."

The order was given, and at the end of the team, a figure in a bright orange prison uniform walked out silently.

His name is Sakata Koji, a former convicted criminal responsible for several deaths, sentenced to life imprisonment with no hope of escape. While in prison, he received an "invitation" from the foundation.

Volunteered to join the D-Class project.

He used his life, which no longer belonged to him, to test those horrors that humans could not understand. In exchange, his family would receive a huge pension, enough to provide them with food and clothing for the rest of their lives, as well as a new identity in another city provided by the foundation.

He agreed.

At this moment, he stood up, his eyes numb and his face expressionless, as if he had already realized his fate.

Saeko didn't look at him, her eyes were still fixed on the unusual target in the distance.

"Your mission," she said, her voice as steady as still water, "is to step forward and look your target in the face."

"Report everything you see, hear, and feel through the one-way communication channel. Until you can't report anymore."

This order is tantamount to a direct death sentence.

"Yes."

D-8975 replied calmly. His voice was a little hoarse, but steady.

Before entering the forest, he had already handed the suicide note he had prepared to the Foundation's field staff. He knew there was a high probability that he would die, but he didn't expect it to be so soon, so...directly.

"Everyone else, immediately activate the Prometheus-III facial recognition and shielding system built into your helmet."

Saeko's voice sounded again, this time with unquestionable severity.

"From now on, it is absolutely forbidden to look directly at the target with the naked eye. All observations must be conducted through tactical cameras that have been blurred using advanced algorithms."

"I repeat, this is a directive from the highest level. Any violation will be considered an active hazard to containment operations."

"Roger that!"

The team members responded in unison in the channel.

Almost at the same time, everyone saw a red icon light up in their tactical eyepieces. In the originally clear long-range view, the upper body of the white giant was covered by a thick mosaic with constantly jumping data streams.

This is a bloody lesson learned by the Foundation at the cost of countless lives. When faced with visually triggered anomalies, any reliance on luck is fatal.

Under the gaze of everyone, monitored by more than a dozen blurred cameras, D-8975, Koji Sakata, took his first step.

He had no weapons or protection, only a thin orange prison uniform and a small one-way communicator hanging on his collar.

He walked towards the white giant who was still covering his face and sobbing softly, step by step, like a sacrifice walking towards the altar.

The forest floor was soft, covered with thick fallen leaves and humus. Every step he took sank deep, making a soft "sha, sha" sound.

One hundred meters.

Ninety meters.

The giant's cries became clearer and clearer, and the voice was filled with unspeakable sadness and pain, as if it was bearing the malice of the entire world. Just listening to it made people feel depressed and irritated from the bottom of their hearts.

Koji Sakata's steps were heavy, but there was no pause or hesitation.

He thought of his wife and daughter.

The last time he saw them was at a "farewell party" arranged by the foundation. He told them that because of his good behavior in prison, he had received a secret opportunity for sentence reduction and would be sent overseas to perform a long-term special mission. After completing the mission, he would be able to truly return home.

The wife cried, and the daughter cried too.

He smiled and comforted them, saying that he would be back soon.

He lied.

But the pensions they received were real, and so was their future stable life.

This is enough.

Sixty meters.

Fifty meters.

He could clearly see the giant's jagged, protruding spine, his sickly pale skin, and his disproportionate hands that covered his face like bony claws.

A faint smell, like a mixture of rust and rotting meat, entered his nostrils.

He continued forward with a blank expression.

Fear exists, but when death becomes a bargaining chip, fear itself loses its meaning.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

He walked into the "blank area" created by the massacre.

There were torn tent fabrics, mountaineering equipment scattered on the ground, and bloodstains that had long since dried and turned black, like ugly scars imprinted on the land.

He stepped over a broken trekking pole, and not far from his feet was a can that had been violently opened.

He could even imagine that not long ago, the owner of this place was enjoying camping, and the next second, he was torn to pieces by this crying monster.

He stopped.

At this moment, he was less than ten meters away from the white giant.

At such a close distance, its height of over three meters brought a sense of oppression like a mountain. It squatted there like a child abandoned by the whole world.

"D8975, report your status." Saeko's voice came from the communicator.

Sakata Koji's Adam's apple rolled and he licked his cracked lips.

"The target... is crying."

"I can feel it...it's sad."

He slowly raised his head, his gaze moving upwards past the pair of bone claws, ready to look directly at the hidden face that determined his ultimate fate.

Koji Sakata's footsteps made a dull "rustling" sound as they stepped on the thick humus soil.

This forest named "Aokigahara" is eerily quiet at this moment. Only the sad cry of the white giant in the distance echoes in the forest like some kind of never-ending background music.

His mission was simple and clear.

Go forward, look the target in the face, and report.

Until it can no longer be reported.

A distance of one hundred meters is just a stroll for a normal person, but at this moment, every step felt like walking towards an abyss from which there was no turning back.

He walked steadily, without the slightest tremor.

numbness.

Yes, ever since he signed that agreement and put on that bright orange D-class prison uniform, he had learned to become numb.

Ninety meters.

The giant's cry became clearer, and the sadness in the voice seemed to have substance, penetrating into his ears and stirring his long-dead heart.

He thought of his wife.

I remember her red and swollen eyes when she saw me for the last time, and the words she said with a choked voice, "You must come back safely."