Super God: Foundation, Starting from Fabricating SCP Chapter 7

Holding Angel Yan's corpse, Holy Kesha finally realized what a grave mistake she had made after seeing the bewildered faces of the angel warriors.

A ripple stirred once more across her calm cheeks.

Then she resolutely ordered, "Abandon the attempt to destroy SCP-173! Return to Meleon Celestial City immediately."

With that, she summoned a void channel, taking Angel Leng, Zhixin, and a crowd of angel warriors who were still in a daze, and stepped into the void channel...

Heading straight for Meleon Celestial City.

Leaving only SCP-173 floating in space all by itself, as if lonely proclaiming that a major event capable of subverting the entire universe had just occurred here not long ago.

The powerhouses from native planets in the livestream were instantly dumbfounded as they watched Holy Kesha flee without a fight.

Originally, they assumed that no matter how bizarre this containment item, SCP-173, might be, Holy Kesha's strength combined with a host of angel warriors would be enough to completely obliterate it.

As a result...

Forget the imagined epic battle, they did not even strike.

They just left!

This truly exceeded everyone's expectations.

[Gecko Moria: That's it? Didn't they say Kesha and Angel Yan worked together for 7,000 years? Seven thousand years of friendship and she's not getting revenge? I don't get it!]

[Perona: Boss, not everyone is like you! So loyal and righteous!]

[Kaido: One swing of a club's job!]

[Gecko Moria: ...]

[Sengoku: Kesha is a true leader. A leader should not let personal emotions sway their judgment. I support Kesha on this one!]

[Garp: You sheep-feeder, are you hinting at me?]

[Hiruzen Sarutobi: I feel like Kesha must have discovered some other bizarre aspect of SCP-173. That's why she retreated so decisively.]

[Orochimaru: Teacher is right!]

[Jiraiya: A traitor doesn't deserve to call you old man, Teacher!]

[Miko: Your relationships are so complicated! I've been watching the livestream for a month and still haven't figured it out!]

[Ash: Me too!]

[Misty: No wonder you can't win a championship. Sounds like you have a problem with your IQ?]

[Ash: ...]

[Sakazuki: Holy Kesha has already left. So what should we do about this SCP-173? Are we just going to let it float in space forever?]

[Kizaru: What else? Wait for the Foundation to come and contain it. We can just witness the Foundation's strength then.]

[...]

The bullet comments from Sakazuki and Kizaru of the pirate planet voiced everyone's inner thoughts. SCP-173 had even made Holy Kesha flee without a fight.

As long as anyone had a sound mind.

They certainly wouldn't go out of their way to provoke this extremely bizarre SCP-173 anymore. The best approach now was to wait for the Foundation to step in and contain it.

This would not only minimize losses.

It would also offer a glimpse into the strength of the Foundation, which had been lurking in the shadows and fighting containment items since ancient times.

This was the best solution everyone could think of at this stage!

Just as the powerhouses from the native planets in the livestream reached a consensus, Morgana furrowed her brow inside the Demon Fortress, unable to figure out why Holy Kesha had fled without a fight.

If you asked who understood Holy Kesha best in this world!

If Morgana claimed second, no one dared claim first.

As Holy Kesha's paternal half-sister, the two of them had not only fought side by side to overthrow Heavenly Scum King Huaye's Heavenly Palace Order, but had also...

battled each other for tens of thousands of years over their respective ideologies.

They knew each other inside and out.

When Holy Kesha descended, Morgana had also assumed she would launch a judgment against SCP-173 in the name of Justice because of Angel Yan's death.

In her hypothetical scenarios, no matter the outcome—

whether Holy Kesha destroyed SCP-173 or SCP-173 massacred the angel legion—she herself would be able to sit back and reap the spoils.

Yet how could she have ever imagined?

Holy Kesha actually fled without a fight even after Angel Yan was slain by SCP-173.

This just wasn't the bitch Kesha's style!

Just as Morgana frowned in deep thought, Demon Ato's voice sounded right on cue, "Queen, Holy Kesha fled without a fight."

"Could it be because she was unwilling to offend the Foundation behind SCP-173?"

"Or perhaps she saw through your plan to reap the profits!"

Hearing Demon Ato's words, Morgana couldn't help letting out a sigh. Although the demon warriors she converted possessed formidable combat power and feared no death...

their IQ was clearly insufficient!

They had been fighting Holy Kesha for tens of thousands of years, yet they still didn't understand the personality of that bitch Kesha.

There really was no curing that brain.

Who was Holy Kesha?

She was someone who dared to draw her blade against Heavenly Scum King Huaye and ultimately led the female angels to overthrow the Heavenly Palace Order back before she had even evolved her divine body.

She was the one who established the Justice Order!

Would she be afraid of that so-called Foundation?

Even if the Foundation's strength were a hundred million times greater than the Angel Civilization, Holy Kesha would not be afraid.

She must have sensed something.

That was why she fled without a fight.

It seemed she needed to search the Myriad Races Livestream for a batch of individuals with online IQs, convert them into demons, and make them act as her military advisors.

Otherwise, relying on the current intellect of the demon legion.

They would never defeat that bitch Kesha, not even in another ten thousand years!

Meanwhile, Juxia was already in complete chaos because of Holy Kesha's flight without a fight.

"This SCP-173 actually made Kesha flee without a fight!"

Ducao looked at the livestream screen and said with astonishment, "No matter the reason, it's enough to show just how bizarre SCP-173 is!"

"Troubled times are truly upon us!"

"It seems the super soldier project must be brought forward!"

At this, Ducao paused, then turned to Rose, who also wore a bewildered expression, and said, "Colonel Rose, immediately recruit the personnel who have already awakened super soldier genes into Super God Academy!"

"I have a lingering feeling that this Foundation might target them."

"We must absorb the super soldiers into the military ahead of them!"

Hearing Ducao's instructions, Rose, whose waist-length orange-red hair accentuated her curvaceous figure in military uniform, offered a military salute and replied, "Yes, Commander!"

With that, she summoned a micro-wormhole and vanished from the command hall!

After Rose left, Ducao looked at the constantly scrolling bullet comments on the livestream, and a bold idea popped into his mind...

Could he recruit the powerhouses from those native planets to join the military?

If possible, it would certainly boost Huaxia's strength drastically in a short period of time. However, as soon as this idea arose, he dismissed it.

It wasn't because this plan was bad!

Rather, the execution difficulty was simply too high. Not only would it require screening which powerhouses could be recruited, but even if they were identified and willing to fight for Huaxia...

he had no means to recruit them from their native planets to Huaxia.

What a headache!

It was much more practical to focus his attention on cultivating Huaxia's native super soldiers!

In space, inside the Gluttonous Flagship, Feng, the Gluttonous general clad in silver armor, watched Kesha's receding back on the livestream screen...

and finally breathed a sigh of relief.

As the commander-in-chief of the vanguard fleet of Gluttons invading Earth, General Feng...

knew Holy Kesha fairly well.

She was a powerhouse on par with Death God Karl, the main god of the River Styx Galaxy. Furthermore, her Justice Order clashed sharply with the Death Order worshipped by the Gluttonous army.

General Feng's greatest fear was that Kesha would vent her anger over Angel Yan's death onto the Gluttonous army.

And casually wipe him out along with the Gluttonous vanguard fleet.

Fortunately...

Kesha fled without a fight.

Although he didn't know why she fled without a fight, his crisis was finally averted for the time being.

As for that bizarre SCP-173?

In his view, while it possessed a concept-level neck-snapping skill, its weaknesses were also quite obvious; as long as it was handled properly, its threat level alone was far below that of Holy Kesha!

Besides...

SCP-173 was now stranded in space.

Aside from some bizarre skills on it, this SCP-173 was simply a sculpture made of concrete and steel. He refused to believe a mere statue...

could walk in space where there was a lack of leverage points.

Now all he had to do was wait for the Foundation to come and contain it.

Wasn't it just forty-eight hours?

It would pass quickly!

Just as General Feng breathed a sigh of relief, SCP-173's slightly comical, peanut-like figure began to crawl slowly toward the nearest Gluttonous battleship in an extremely bizarre manner!

This abrupt development completely disrupted his deployment.

Damn it!

This SCP-173 could actually "walk" in the complete absence of a foothold in space.

This was dangerous now!

In the eternally silent space, SCP-173's slightly comical, peanut-like figure was floating slowly toward the warship closest to it...

in an extremely bizarre manner.

At first, its speed was extremely slow, but as time passed, its speed grew faster and faster, and it arrived near the warship almost in the blink of an eye.

The energy shield of the Gluttonous battleship, which was strong enough to withstand a nuclear bomb, played no role whatsoever against SCP-173, as if it did not exist at all. SCP-173 passed right through it, and then searched the alloy armor on the outer side of the warship...

for a passage to enter the interior of the ship.

However, the armor of the Gluttonous battleship was extremely intact. After searching for a long time, SCP-173 found no way to enter it.

Finally, it stopped on a platform.

It continuously rammed its small head against the alloy armor of the warship. Although SCP-173's actions looked utterly ridiculous, the force of its impact was—