Super God: The Foundation, Starting with Fabricating SCPs
Holding Angel Yan's body, Holy Kesha saw the stunned faces of the Angel Warriors and finally realized how grave a mistake she had made.
A ripple of emotion crossed her usually unruffled face.
Then she gave a decisive order. "Abandon the attempt to destroy SCP-173! Return to Meleon Celestial City at once."
With that, she summoned a Void Passage and led the still-bewildered Angel Leng, Zhixin, and the other Angel Warriors into it...
They headed straight for Meleon Celestial City.
SCP-173 was left floating alone in space, a solitary reminder that an event capable of upending the entire universe had just taken place there.
In the livestream, the powerful figures from the native planets were stunned to see Holy Kesha retreat without a fight.
They had thought that, however strange SCP-173 was, Holy Kesha and her Angel Warriors would be strong enough to destroy it.
But instead...
There was no great battle. No one even made a move.
She had simply left!
No one had expected that.
[Gecko Moria: That's it? Didn't Kesha and Angel Yan work together for seven thousand years? Seven thousand years of friendship, and she won't avenge her? I don't get it!]
[Perona: Boss, not everyone values loyalty and friendship the way you do!]
[Kaido: One swing of my club would do it!]
[Gecko Moria: ...]
[Sengoku: Kesha is a true leader. A leader shouldn't let personal feelings cloud her judgment. I'm with Kesha on this one!]
[Garp: You sheep-feeder, are you taking a dig at me?]
[Hiruzen Sarutobi: I think Kesha must have discovered something else strange about SCP-173. That's why she withdrew so quickly.]
[Orochimaru: My teacher is right!]
[Jiraiya: A traitor doesn't get to call the old man "teacher"!]
[Miko: Your relationships are so complicated! I've watched the livestream for a month and still can't make sense of them!]
[Ash: Me neither!]
[Misty: No wonder you can't win a championship. Is there something wrong with your brain?]
[Ash: ...]
[Sakazuki: Holy Kesha is gone. So what happens to SCP-173? Do we just let it float in space forever?]
[Kizaru: What else can we do? Wait for the Foundation to contain it. Then we can see what they're capable of.]
[...]
The comments from Akainu Sakazuki and Kizaru of Pirate Planet spoke for everyone. SCP-173 had made even Holy Kesha retreat without a fight.
Anyone with any sense
would leave the utterly bizarre SCP-173 alone. The best option now was to wait for the Foundation to contain it.
That would keep their losses to a minimum.
It would also give them a chance to gauge the strength of the Foundation, which had remained hidden in the shadows while fighting Containment Objects since ancient times.
For now, it was the best plan anyone could think of.
As the powerful figures from the native planets reached a consensus in the livestream, Morgana frowned inside the Demon Fortress. She could not understand why Holy Kesha had retreated without a fight.
If anyone in this world understood Holy Kesha,
it was Morgana!
As Holy Kesha's half-sister, she had fought alongside her to overthrow Heavenly Scum King Huaye's Heavenly Palace Order. Then their differing beliefs had driven them apart...
They had fought each other for more than ten thousand years.
They knew each other inside and out.
When Holy Kesha arrived, Morgana had expected her to pass judgment on SCP-173 in the name of "justice" over Angel Yan's death.
In Morgana's plan, the outcome did not matter.
Whether Holy Kesha destroyed SCP-173 or SCP-173 slaughtered the Angel Warriors, Morgana would profit either way.
But she had never imagined
that Holy Kesha would retreat without a fight after SCP-173 killed Angel Yan.
That was nothing like Kesha, that bitch!
As Morgana pondered with a frown, Demon Ato spoke up. "Your Majesty, Holy Kesha retreated without a fight.
"Could it be that she doesn't want to offend the Foundation behind SCP-173?
"Or has she seen through your plan to profit from their fight?"
Morgana could only sigh. The Demon Warriors she had converted were formidable fighters who feared no death...
But they clearly lacked brains!
They had fought Holy Kesha for ten thousand years, yet they still did not understand what that bitch Kesha was like.
How could they be that dense?
Who was Holy Kesha?
Before she had even evolved a divine body, she had dared to draw her blade against Heavenly Scum King Huaye. In the end, she had led the female Angels to overthrow the Heavenly Palace Order.
She had established the Order of Justice!
And she would fear the so-called Foundation?
Even if the Foundation were billions of times stronger than the Angel Civilization, Holy Kesha would not be afraid.
She must have noticed something.
That was why she had retreated without a fight.
It seemed Morgana needed to find some people in the Myriad Races Livestream who could actually think, convert them into Demons, and make them her advisers.
Otherwise, with the Demon Legion's current brains,
they would never defeat that bitch Kesha, not even in another ten thousand years!
Meanwhile, Holy Kesha's retreat had thrown the Juxia into chaos.
"SCP-173 actually made Kesha retreat without a fight!"
Ducao stared at the livestream, astonished. "Whatever the reason, it shows just how strange SCP-173 is!
"Trouble just keeps piling up!
"It looks like we'll have to move up the Super Soldier program!"
Ducao paused, then turned to the equally stunned Rose. "Colonel Rose, recruit everyone whose Super Soldier genes have awakened into the Super God Academy at once!
"I have a feeling the Foundation might go after them.
"We must bring those Super Soldiers into the military before they do!"
Rose's long orange-red hair framed a figure accentuated by her uniform. She saluted. "Yes, sir!"
Then she opened a Micro-wormhole and vanished from the command hall.
After Rose left, Ducao watched the comments streaming across the livestream. A bold idea came to him...
Could he recruit the powerful figures from those native planets into the military?
If he could, Huaxia's strength would soar in a short time. But he rejected the idea almost as soon as it occurred to him.
It was not a bad plan!
It was simply too difficult to carry out. He would have to identify which of them could be recruited, and even if he found willing candidates...
He had no way to bring them from their native planets to Huaxia.
What a headache!
Better to focus on training Huaxia's own Super Soldiers. At least that was practical.
In the Gluttonous Flagship in space, the Gluttonous Admiral Feng, clad in silver armor, watched Kesha depart on the livestream...
Only then did he breathe a sigh of relief.
General Feng commanded the advance fleet for the Gluttonous invasion of Earth.
He knew Holy Kesha fairly well.
She was a powerhouse on par with Death God Karl, the chief god of the River Styx Galaxy. Her Order of Justice was utterly incompatible with the order of death revered by the Gluttonous army.
What General Feng feared most was that Kesha would blame the Gluttonous army for Angel Yan's death.
She might wipe out him and the entire Gluttonous advance fleet while she was at it.
Fortunately...
Kesha had retreated without a fight.
He did not know why, but for the moment, the danger to him had passed.
As for that bizarre SCP-173?
In his view, its conceptual neck-snapping ability came with an obvious weakness. With the right precautions, it was far less dangerous than Holy Kesha!
Besides...
SCP-173 was stranded in space now.
Apart from its strange abilities, SCP-173 was just a sculpture made of concrete and steel rebar. He refused to believe a statue
could move through space with nothing to push against.
All he had to do was wait for the Foundation to come and contain it.
Forty-eight hours, that was all.
It would pass quickly!
But just as General Feng relaxed, SCP-173's almost comical, peanut-shaped figure began moving toward the nearest Gluttonous Battleship in a deeply unnatural way!
The sudden change wrecked his plans.
Damn it!
SCP-173 really could "walk" through space with no foothold at all.
Now they were in danger!
In the age-old silence of space, SCP-173's faintly comical, peanut-shaped figure drifted in an uncanny manner toward...
The nearest Battleship.
At first, it moved extremely slowly. Then it gathered speed, reaching the Battleship almost in the blink of an eye.
The Gluttonous Battleship's energy shield could withstand a nuclear bomb.
But it did nothing to stop SCP-173. As though the shield were not there, SCP-173 passed straight through it. Then it searched the Battleship's outer alloy armor...
For a way inside.
But the Gluttonous Battleship's armor was too well sealed. SCP-173 searched for a long time without finding an entrance.
At last, it stopped on a platform.
It began ramming its little head against the Battleship's alloy armor. SCP-173 looked ridiculous doing it, but the force of those blows...