Super God: The Foundation, Starting with Fabricating SCPs

But the strangest part was that she had not noticed a thing.

Strange...

Far too strange!

No. She had to see it for herself!

With that thought, Holy Kesha said to Angel Leng and Zhixin below her, "Come with me to Earth!"

"We're bringing Yan and that bizarre SCP-173 back!"

Holy Kesha took a small step forward. A dark-energy passage opened in the void, and she walked into it.

Angel Leng and Zhixin exchanged a glance. Flame Blades in hand, they followed Holy Kesha into the passage, heading straight for Earth.

As Holy Kesha led Angel Leng, Zhixin, and a host of battle angels toward Earth, the powerful figures watching the livestream from various worlds...

They froze when SCP-173 appeared behind Angel Yan. Then frantic messages flooded the chat.

They were trying to warn Angel Yan, who was still searching for SCP-173's remains!

[Luffy: Miss Angel, stop looking! SCP-173 is right behind you! Run!]

[Kaido: Even I couldn't withstand a god-slaying Flame Judgment, but it didn't destroy SCP-173! What... is that thing? Is it indestructible, or does it rebuild itself instantly?]

[Miko: SCP-173 reminds me of those Evil Spirits that keep asking whether I can see them.]

[Tatsumaki: I wonder if my telekinesis could destroy SCP-173.]

[Ying Zheng: Thank goodness there are no Containment Objects on our planet. Otherwise... my Great Qin Empire would be in danger.]

[Naruto: Run, Miss Angel!]

[...]

As everyone in the livestream chat urged Angel Yan to run, she finally realized something was wrong. Although she had not sensed SCP-173's presence...

But seven thousand years of combat had given her an uncanny sense for danger.

While she searched for SCP-173's remains, a chill crept up behind her. At the same time, a tremor rose from the depths of her soul...

Angel Yan felt as though disaster was about to strike.

"No! SCP-173 is behind me..."

The moment Yan realized it, combat instinct took over. She slashed backward with her Flame Blade, then beat her wings...

Her silver angel miniskirt accentuated her figure as she shot forward, trying to put distance between herself and SCP-173.

Angel Yan's reaction was undeniably swift.

But it was too late.

Crack!

Angel Yan had barely begun to move when SCP-173 activated its neck-twisting skill. As SCP-173 moved, the crisp sound of breaking bone...

Rang through the livestream. Angel Yan's body went limp.

The Flame Blade slipped from her hand and drifted aimlessly through space. Now and then, it struck the wreckage of a Gluttonous Battleship...

Each collision sent it on a new course.

The powerful figures watching from different worlds stared at the scene, mouths slightly open. For a long moment, none of them could speak.

Luffy's jaw stretched all the way to the ship's deck. Kaido shoved his wine gourd into a nostril. Naruto choked so hard that ramen shot out of his nose...

Angel Yan's combat strength was plain for all to see.

She could reduce a Gluttonous Battleship to dust with a single strike. And according to the information shared in the angel livestream, she had already upgraded to a third-generation divine body.

A third-generation divine body could shrug off most attacks in the universe.

Not even a nuclear weapon could hurt Angel Yan.

Yet a slightly comical statue shaped like a little peanut and made of concrete and rebar had...

Twisted her neck until it broke.

Angel Yan had been unable to resist at all. SCP-173 had merely turned its arms slightly, and the killing blow was done.

This...

It was beyond anything they had expected.

If they had not seen it on the livestream, they would never have believed that one of the Angel Civilization's strongest fighters, Holy Left Wing Yan, could be so silently...

Killed by SCP-173.

It was unbelievable.

Was this how terrifying anomalous objects were? Nothing else mattered. Break their rules, and it did not matter who you were, how strong you were, or what generation of body you possessed.

One strike was enough to kill you.

Everyone who witnessed it felt terror erupt from the depths of their soul.

They broke into cold sweats and could not stop shaking.

Their bodies trembled beyond their control.

How could they help it? SCP-173 had withstood a god-slaying Flame Judgment without a scratch, then killed Yan in a single strike...

Who would not be afraid?

An Unreasonable, Concept-Level Neck Twist—Even Dark Data Backups Were Severed!

As the powerful figures watching from various worlds reeled from SCP-173's defiance of all common sense, inside the void passage...

Holy Kesha and the angel warriors watched SCP-173 twist Yan's neck on the livestream. The shock in their eyes was beyond words.

No one knew better than they did how terrifying Angel Yan was in battle.

Yan had fought in three wars between Angels and Demons and killed over a thousand powerful demons. Yet SCP-173 had broken her neck with ease.

This...

After the shock came grief and fury. Yan was held in high regard among the angel warriors and had always looked after them.

Now she had died at SCP-173's hands without even knowing how.

How could they not be furious?

Even Angel Leng, who had reservations about Yan serving as Holy Left Wing, tightened her grip on her Flame Blade.

She silently swore to destroy SCP-173 and avenge Angel Yan.

Even Holy Kesha's expression, serene for ten thousand years, changed slightly. She pushed her own processing power, along with that of the Merlot Heavenly Court and Tianren Seven...

To their limits. All she wanted was to reach Angel Yan as quickly as possible!

Inside Demon Castle!

“Angel Yan, that bitch, is just dead?”

Dressed in black leather with a pair of demonic wings on her back, Morgana had watched SCP-173 break Yan's neck with ease...

She paced the Demon Hall and said in astonishment, “What the hell is SCP-173?”

"It took a god-slaying Flame Judgment without a scratch."

“And then it killed that bitch Angel Yan in an instant!”

"This..."

As the Demon King, Morgana rarely encountered anything in the Super God Crossover Universe that could surprise her anymore.

But the bizarre SCP-173 and the Foundation, which she could find no trace of no matter how hard she searched, had shaken her again and again. In a single day...

She had lost her composure several times.

"My queen, would you like me to bring SCP-173 back for you?"

Standing in the hall, Demon Ato watched Morgana pace. "According to the Foundation's description, SCP-173 cannot move while someone is looking directly at it."

“Give me a Demon Squad, and I guarantee I'll bring it back!”

Morgana heard Ato's words and waved a hand. “No. SCP-173 isn't what worries me most right now!”

“It's the Foundation that can contain the damned thing.”

“I don't believe that hypocritical bitch Kesha will let this go. Let her test that so-called Foundation for us!”

"We'll reap the benefits!"

Ato and the other demons voiced their agreement. "A wise decision, my queen!"

Then they turned their attention back to the livestream!

Aboard the Juxia!

Ducao looked at Yan's lifeless body lying motionless in space on the livestream. After a brief stunned silence, he asked his adjutant:

“Have you found anything on the Foundation?”

The adjutant replied helplessly, "Reporting, sir. Nothing!"

“We found no trace of it on Earth, and there's nothing in the Deno Database either.”

Ducao felt a wave of helplessness.

Not even the slightest clue?

The Foundation had hidden itself well. That also suggested how powerful it was. If the Gluttonous Civilization's invasion had not accidentally caused...

The Foundation's Containment Objects had leaked.

They might never have revealed themselves. They would have stayed in the shadows, quietly protecting humanity.

What a headache!

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have received 15,000 knowledge points from Holy Kesha!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have received 10,000 knowledge points from Morgana!]

[Ding! Congratulations, host! You have received 20,000 knowledge points from Death God Karl!]

[Ding!...]

[...]

After SCP-173 broke Angel Yan's neck, system notifications echoed endlessly in Jiang Chen's mind. A charming smile spread across his face.

As for Angel Yan's death at SCP-173's hands, Jiang Chen had no problem with it.

The Foundation's creed was: We secure. We contain. We protect.

Anything that threatened humanity was subject to containment. Yan had entered Earth without permission, even if she had not set foot in Huaxia.

That alone made her a threat to humanity.

Even if SCP-173 had not killed her, he would have contained her himself the moment she dared harm a single human.

Earth belonged to the people of Earth.

It did not belong to those who thought their strength gave them the right to barge in without permission.

Once his Foundation was established, he would contain every so-called god, demon, and super-soldier causing trouble on Earth.

Who did they think they were?

They really thought Huaxia was a pushover.

Sooner or later, he would make them understand: whoever they were, they would bow their heads before Huaxia. Dragons would coil up, tigers would lie down!

Otherwise, he would contain them all!