I created a foundation

He smiled and agreed.

He also thought of his daughter, the little girl who was only in elementary school, who hugged his legs tightly and refused to let him go no matter what.

He squatted down, touched her head, and told her that her father was going to be a hero and carry out a secret mission to a faraway place.

He lied.

But the astronomical amount of compensation in the foundation's account was real, and so was the stable life they had begun in another city with a completely new identity.

He would exchange his miserable life, which no longer belonged to him, for their lifelong well-being.

He felt that this deal was worth it.

Eighty meters.

A faint smell of rust began to permeate the air, mixed with the fishy smell of earth, and an indescribable musty smell, like that of a basement that had not seen sunlight for years.

He saw some torn pieces of tents and brightly colored cloth hanging from the low bushes like ugly flowers.

Seventy meters.

He stepped on something hard and looked down. It was a pair of glasses that had been crushed, the lenses were broken, and the frames were twisted into a strange angle.

He walked around with a blank expression.

Fear had long been replaced by something deeper. It was a resignation to fate, but also a relief.

He chose the alternative of rotting day after day in that tiny prison or touching the "truth" of the world with his own death here.

Sixty meters.

He could clearly see the white giant's jagged spine, segment by segment, as if ready to pierce through its sickly pale skin. It crouched there in a strange posture, like a child abandoned by the world, or a wild beast ready to pounce.

"D-8975, report your physiological data."

Busujima Saeko's cold voice came from the headphones, without a trace of emotion.

Sakata Koji didn't stop and answered steadily.

"Heart rate 85, blood pressure normal, no abnormal physiological reactions."

"keep going."

"Yes."

Fifty meters.

He had entered the "blank space" created by the massacre.

There were mountaineering equipment scattered all over the ground, cans that had been violently opened, and bloodstains that had long since dried and turned black, imprinted on the ground like ugly scars.

He could imagine that not long ago, the owner of this place was still enjoying the fun of camping, perhaps chatting and laughing by the campfire, looking forward to the sunrise the next day.

Then, in the next second, he was torn into pieces by this crying monster.

Forty meters.

Thirty meters.

He stopped.

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

Over three meters tall, even crouching, he felt like a mountain of oppression. The stench of decay grew stronger, almost nauseating.

He could clearly see the hands covering his face. The fingers were long and thin, like the bony claws of some arthropod, and even tiny blue blood vessels could be seen on the surface of the skin.

"D-8975, report your status."

Saeko's voice came from the communicator again, like a precise scalpel, cutting through the oppressive silence.

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

"The target... is crying."

He looked up at the huge figure and his voice was hoarse.

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

This may be the last subjective report he made in his life.

He slowly raised his hands and stretched them towards the giant.

His movements were incredibly slow, like a slow-motion scene in a movie. Through the lens of a dozen tactical cameras, each blurred by advanced algorithms, the entire team held their breath as they watched the orange figure, actively engaging in the unknown horror.

Koji Sakata's hand touched the giant's bony claw.

Icy.

It's like touching a piece of frozen meat that has been taken out of the freezer and stored for a long time.

There is no temperature, no breath of life, only dead silence and coldness.

His fingers trembled a little, but he still firmly grasped the giant's fingers, and used force to pry open the hands that were covering his face, inch by inch.

This process feels like a century.

The giant's cry did not change, and it did not even resist, allowing this tiny human to peel off its last fig leaf.

Finally, that face was exposed in front of Koji Sakata.

"Report... I saw it..."

His voice came back to the command channel intermittently through the microphone, with a hint of incomprehensible confusion.

"Its face... is ordinary... No, that's not right..."

"Its mouth..."

His report came to an abrupt end.

Because, the moment its face was seen, the sad sobbing suddenly stopped.

The entire forest fell into a suffocating, absolute silence that lasted for three seconds.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

Three seconds later.

The white giant slowly stood up from his squatting position.

Its originally slightly hunched body was now fully straightened, and its height of over three meters blocked out the moonlight in the forest, casting a huge shadow.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah--!"

A scream filled with endless rage, pain, and an indescribable feeling that wanted to tear the entire world apart suddenly burst out from its mouth, echoing throughout the entire Aokigahara.

The sound waves turned into a physical impact, shaking the surrounding trees and making countless fallen leaves blown away by the wind.

At the same time, in the tactical eyepieces of all team members.

The green life signal light representing D-8975, along with the signals of all the monitoring equipment on his body, turned directly into gray, representing "signal lost", without any warning, the moment the scream sounded.

It was as if it had been completely wiped out from this world by an invisible hand.

Everyone in the Foundation team saw the standing giant covered in mosaics through the blurred image.

I saw the life signal that disappeared in an instant.

There was dead silence in the command channel.

The next second, a line of scarlet data stream popped up with the highest priority in the center of the HUD interface of Busujima Saeko's tactical eyepiece, flashing wildly.

[Warning: SCP-096 has entered a rampage state.]

[The target has been locked. 】

【Moving towards the observer's position.】

[Estimated arrival time: 3.2 seconds.]

Chapter 159: Unstoppable pursuit, desperate report from the front line

3.2 seconds.

This is a moment that can decide life or death on the battlefield.

For Busujima Saeko and her elite squad, this amount of time was ample for them to formulate hundreds of tactical responses. Lock, aim, anticipate, fire. Every action, honed to the point of instinct by muscle memory and countless simulated training exercises, was a matter of course.

However, at this moment, these 3.2 seconds seemed as long as a century of torture.

That earth-shattering shriek wasn't just a sound. It was a tangible, devastating physical impact. Like an invisible giant's hand, the violent sound waves swept through the forest. The ground beneath the soldiers' feet shook, the communication system within their tactical helmets was completely drowned out by the piercing noise, and their eardrums stabbed with a sharp pain.

"Everyone, spread out! Number three, number four, suppressive fire! Number five, prepare to throw the psychic suppression bomb!"

Busujima Saeko's cold, clear command was the only order in this chaos. Her voice didn't come through the communicator, but with her extraordinary lung capacity, she drowned out the aftermath of the screams.

She felt no fear at all, or rather, she transformed this useless emotion into extreme calmness and precise killing intent. Her body sank slightly, her hands tightly gripping the hilt of "Yeshai", every muscle tensed to the limit, like a female leopard about to pounce on her prey.

On the HUD interface of her tactical eyepiece, the scarlet data stream was still flashing wildly, like a dying heart.

[Estimated arrival time: 2.1 seconds.]

Every member of the team moved. They didn't question, didn't hesitate. A faint blue light emanated from the muzzles of their heavy, custom-made rifles, and beams of concentrated psychic energy tore through the gloomy forest, aiming precisely at the towering white giant.

However, these light beams, which were powerful enough to penetrate tank armor, were like a drop in the ocean the moment they hit the giant's body. They only caused a few insignificant ripples before being completely absorbed by its sickly pale skin.

no effect.

Totally ineffective.

[Estimated arrival time: 1.5 seconds.]

Yotsuya Miko's face was as pale as paper. She covered her mouth tightly to prevent herself from screaming.

In her yin-yang eyes, the white giant was no longer a living being. It was a pure vortex of energy, condensed from endless anger and sorrow. That shriek was the first wave of impact from this vortex.

And now, the core of this vortex is shrinking and condensing.

An indescribable malevolence, a hundred times more intense than before, stretched madly from its body like countless scarlet threads. But these threads were not aimed at the nearby investigation team.

They penetrated space, ignored distance, and shot in all directions, towards the distant world beyond this forest.

Like... positioning.