Item #: SCP-097
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-097 is contained within the limits of the property where it was initially discovered, Zone-SCP-097. The property is surrounded by an 8 metre tall concrete block fence, fitted with barbed wire and security camera systems. Satellite images of Zone-SCP-097 are to be doctored, removing all traces of the area.
Any and all new plant growth outside the containment area suspected to originate from within the SCP is to be sterilized through application of boiling saltwater and/or incinerated. Absolutely all abnormal behaviour is to be reported to Doctor Bridge within ten minutes of occurrence. If any personnel or their families experience hallucinations or thematically related dreams outside of containment, they are to contact Doctor Bridge to schedule treatment.
Localities surrounding SCP-097, specifically [REDACTED], are to be monitored from the first of April until the first of November every year for affected civilians. Medical establishments dealing with sleep abnormalities are to be monitored for signs of SCP-097's influence. Civilians below the age of 16 encountered alone within 1 square kilometre of Zone-SCP-097 are to be taken into Foundation custody and are to be treated with a Class B amnestic and returned home, or the nearest police station. Personnel tasked with the return of civilians are to avoid public exposure; each Agent is to be assigned a cover story to follow if they do encounter civilians en-route to their destinations. See Level 3 staff for details.
The morning after the first frost of the year, a team of twenty-five Agents armed with agricultural tools are to enter SCP-097 and clear away the outer plant matter. This process is not to continue past dusk.
Description: SCP-097 is a ten acre area of land in the state of [REDACTED], in the Midwestern United States. It is the abandoned remains of the [REDACTED] County Fair 1969, an area of approximately 2.3 km2 (approx. 5.4 sq. mi). Structures within the SCP area exist in a state of moderate disrepair, consistent with the expected age and environment.
At the centre of SCP-097 lie the remains of a 1956 GMC pickup truck, majority of which is crushed beneath a colossal pumpkin of unknown subtype, henceforth SCP-097-01. SCP-097-01 stands approximately 7.4 metres (24.3 feet) tall and 8.1 metres (26.8 feet) in diameter at its widest. Current estimates put SCP-097-01 at approximately 15,000 kilograms (approx. 33,070 pounds). This pumpkin remains roughly spherical in shape, instead of spreading out under its own weight as would be expected of a plant of its size.
The remaining portion of SCP-097 (approx. 2 km2) is overgrown with several dozen varieties of pumpkins, with over seventy subspecies yet identified, and many previously unknown to agriculture. Many of these pumpkins have been shown capable of growing to enormous sizes, the average estimated weight being around 250 kilograms (avg. 550 lbs). These pumpkins, along with the assorted other crops, grow with, on and around the remains of the 1969 fairgrounds, creating a mazelike arrangement of plant life. The average height of the "walls" within SCP-097 is 1.6 metres, though this may vary from year to year.
Between April and November each year, the area within SCP-097 has produced a number of anomalous phenomena ranging from benign to implicitly aggressive. To date, seventeen Agents have been severely maimed within SCP-097, eight having died. See Event Log SCP-097 for a brief listing of recorded phenomena.
Addendum - Historical Note: Prior to the construction of SCP-097's containment wall, instances of what are now known as SCP-2171-1 were occasionally observed to form fragmented 'walls', and at one point a near-complete ring, of 2171 around SCP-097's area of effect. This behavior ceased following the containment wall's completion. The purpose and implications behind this interaction are as of yet unknown.
Effects of SCP-097 on Children: In addition to its immediate effects outlined in Event Log SCP-097, SCP-097-01 appears to produce an undetectable signal towards children in an undetermined range. For clarity, "children" will refer to individuals up to the age of 8 10.

Beginning in early April, civilian children within SCP-097's undefined range may be overcome with somnambulism on clear nights. Affected children will move around their homes, stopping to face closed doorways for several seconds before moving to the next nearest doorway, eventually returning to bed. At first, this behaviour will occur only once a week, beginning with only the doors on a single floor. This sleepwalking will become more frequent, by mid-August happening every night. If forcibly awoken at any time during these episodes, they will scream for several seconds before succumbing to a degree of confusion. After an affected child is awoken in this manner, the effect will cease, and the child will never show any further signs of SCP-097's influence.

Over the course of two to three months, these episodes will become more thorough, affected individuals seeking out each doorway inside their home, as well as those on their household's property, such as garages, car doors, and fence gates; eventually, they will begin visiting the front doors of neighbours. Beginning in September, affected children who have remained undisturbed during these episodes will begin to remain outside at sunrise, laying on grass near their homestead and returning to full REM sleep. Affected children may recall dreams centering around autumn activities.

Between September 1st and November 1st, if the affected children have not been awoken during the preceding sleepwalking episodes, they will cease the previously established activity during the sleepwalk, and instead begin to walk directly towards SCP-097's location. They will travel over fields and down secondary roads, steadily moving towards SCP-097. Local geography consists mostly of undeveloped Foundation-owned property, facilitating uninterrupted travel. Upon arrival at SCP-097, an affected child will sit down before SCP-097-01 and begin singing unidentifiable gibberish as music begins to play. While a number of instruments have been recorded, simple drums and pipes are the most consistently encountered.

After several minutes, childlike entities will crawl out from tangled flora, or break out of larger pumpkins within SCP-097. The children will be wearing whatever they were last seen with, most often pyjamas or similar clothing. Many of these entities match those children known to be lost to SCP-097-01.

The entities will surround the affected civilian child, dancing and singing in a circle as SCP-097-01 begins to emit dim light. The affected child will awaken, normally expressing a great deal of terror; the instant any vocalization is produced, the entities will swarm and kill the child. Methods used are different in each instance, but usually involve dismemberment or strangulation. At this point, any and all efforts to interrupt the entities will fail, whether through breakdown of equipment, sudden intangibility of the subjects, or express violence on the part of SCP-097.

After the death of the affected child, SCP-097-01 will split open and the entities will hurl the remains into it, before climbing in themselves. SCP-097-01 will then close, and the music will stop.

Before the containment wall was erected, at least ██ children between the ages of 3 and 10 are known to have been lost to SCP-097. See Event Log SCP-097 for current examples of SCP-097's behaviour.

Mankind in its present state has been around for a quarter of a million years, yet only the last 4,000 have been of any significance.
So, what did we do for nearly 250,000 years? We huddled in caves and around small fires, fearful of the things that we didn't understand. It was more than explaining why the sun came up, it was the mystery of enormous birds with heads of men and rocks that came to life. So we called them 'gods' and 'demons', begged them to spare us, and prayed for salvation.
In time, their numbers dwindled and ours rose. The world began to make more sense when there were fewer things to fear, yet the unexplained can never truly go away, as if the universe demands the absurd and impossible.
Mankind must not go back to hiding in fear. No one else will protect us, and we must stand up for ourselves.
While the rest of mankind dwells in the light, we must stand in the darkness to fight it, contain it, and shield it from the eyes of the public, so that others may live in a sane and normal world.

We secure. We contain. We protect.
— The Administrator

Michael Angelo, Yohan and their team are now heading to manila port where the syndicate's transaction with their foreign client will be held. Agent Y is in charge of the CCTVs and he will guide the team by communicating them thru earpiece that was given to each member. Their goal for this assignment is to free the children from the syndicate. 
"Their are 100 children in each truck guarded by 20 armed men by truck, you should divide yourselves into 3" Agent Y said thru earpiece. Everyone said "roger " in unison.
"Agent C lead the 1st team, Agent M for the second team and I will lead the 3rd team. Remember, we should take those trucks with children inside away from here at all cost,we should protect their lives. Agent S, Agent D, Agent E you will drive the truck. Their are more opponents than us but I know we can do it." Agent A said. Their are only 35 agents in all. 2 drivers of a van, The 2 agents will be the look out of the 2 van they are using, and Agent Y in the monitor. While the 30 agents are divided into 3. 
They are now preferring to attack when suddenly Agent Yohan call their attention. "Everyone listen, make sure the children will not get hurt, and also inside the abandoned ship, there are tons of armed men so don't go inside. And don't let those kids enter inside that ship. Wear your masks to protect your identity."
"Copy" Said in unison.
The trucks are park beside the seaport. they should be careful from their move to avoid the attention from the enemies, so they will use silencer to shoot those guards.
Michael angelo and their team are heading to the 3rd truck silently. He shoot the driver of the truck first. He took the body and replaced by Agent E, he will drive the 3rd truck later. 19 guards left he thought to himself.  All agents are busy killing those enemies and as expected they successfully get those children. 
"You have 5 minutes left everyone to abandon the area" announced by Yohan.
"We are now leaving" Agent C said. &quot;We're done here" Agent M cooly said. "Let's Go" Michael said. 
To avoid getting caught they replace the trucks and put the dead bodies inside in exchange to the trucks filled with children. The syndicate inside the abandoned building were oblivious on what is happening outside. They were just waiting for their client. Little did they know, the children are gone.
When one of the men was about to check the children, they noticed that there are no guards guarding the truck. They opened the trucks and to their surprise, instead the children are inside, the dead bodies of their colleagues are there. They hurriedly went inside the building and reported the incident to their boss.
The leader of the syndicate clenched his jaw as he heard the bad news. 
"Whoever did this to me will gonna pay triple!!" And he burst out in anger.
 A wide grin is plastered in Yohan's face. They successfully get the children. They never thought that is way too easy but as what their chief said, and said syndicate are powerful so they need to be careful.
They are heading to the NBI to surrender the children. Their chief called someone inside the intel to  meet the agents and to get the children as well.
But to what their protocol are, they need to wear masks to keep their identity to everyone.
The three trucks arrived safely in the NBI building where Rodolfo the NBI agent, he is referred by their chief and he is the one to receive the children. 
They went back to their hideout for a conference together with their chief via video call.
"Congratulations team for a job well done. For sure Mr. Albert Lopez, the leader of a syndicate will get mad. And congrats for a zero casualty, you made me proud. Your trainings are worth it. Keep it up. I'm sure this is just the beginning of your actual assignment." The chief congratulated them. 

It was already five in the morning and Michael angelo remembered that he will pick Athena from their house. After they give those children, he ask Yohan that he will leave for he need to fetch her fiance. Yohan just nodded and Michael immediately drove his car to the Meredith's Mansion. 
The guard noticed his car and so he let Michael inn. He is an hour early so he decided to take a nap for awhile inside his car. He didn't notice that he didn't wear his thick glasses and he is wearing a black leather jacket,with black V neck shirt, black pants and a combat shoes, his gun is placed on the passenger seat. Luckily his car is heavily tinted and also it is a bullet proof.
Someone knocked in the windshield of his car, the reason why he woke up. As he check himself thru the rearview mirror, his a bit startled that his not wearing his glasses and he didn't even change his clothes, and the gun is in his side. He hurriedly put the gun inside his back pack that is place on the passenger seat at the back. And took a clean v-neck white shirt, he immediately change his clothes and put his glasses on before he open the door.
"Good morning. Are you sleeping inside?" She asked with a frown.
"H-hey uhm Good morning. I'm sorry I slept. "  Athena shook her head.
"It's okay. Nana told me that you're here. Why you didn't go inside?" She sigh
"Let's get inside first. Breakfast is ready" she said then smiled at him. Michael just nodded and didn't utter any single word. He followed Athena going inside to the house and straight to the kitchen.
As what Athena said, The food is already served, in the table there ham, bacon, toasted bread, eggs, hotdogs and juice.
"Do you want coffee?" she asked.
"Yes please." Athena nodded and told one of their housemaids to make one for Michael Angelo .


Michael Angelo Smith the nerd fat boy, bound to marry Athena Meredith as what there parents wanted to. 

When they were young, Athena helped her fight the bullies who's been bullying Michael Angelo. Athena Meredith is a strong girl and doesn't want to see weak people being bullied. Because of what happened, they become friends. A best of friends for years.
Suddenly, they lost of communication when Michael Angelo decided to study abroad because of his mother. His mother needs a medication abroad.
After seven years, he came back to his homeland. He grew differently. From being a nerd fat boy to become a fine man.
But he needs to hide his identity and chose to be a nerd guy. He became a secret agent and no one knows about his job.
He married Athena Meredith, who doesn't know about his secret job. 
Michael Angelo loves Athena very much but He will not take her into danger, the reason why he chooses to hide his Identity to her 

What will he do if it turns out that Athena will knew about his identity as an agent? Will she able to accept it?



Michael Angelo, Yohan and their team are now heading to manila port where the syndicate's transaction with their foreign client will be held. Agent Y is in charge of the CCTV, and he will guide the team by communicating them through an earpiece that was given to each member. Their goal for this assignment is to free the children from the syndicate. 

"There are 100 children in each truck guarded by 20 armed men by truck, you should divide yourselves into 3" Agent Y said through earpiece. Everyone said "roger in unison. 

"Agent C lead the 1st team, Agent M for the second team and I will lead the 3rd team. Remember, we should take those trucks with children inside away from here at all cost, we should protect their lives. Agent S, Agent D, Agent E you will drive the truck. There are more opponents than us, but I know we can do it." Agent A said. There are only 35 agents in all. 2 drivers of a van, The 2 agents will be the look out of the 2 van they are using, and Agent Y in the monitor. The 30 agents are divided into 3. 

They are now preparing to attack when suddenly Agent Yohan call their attention. "Everyone listened, make sure the children will not get hurt, and also inside the abandoned ship, there are tons of armed men so don't go inside. And don't let those kids enter inside that ship. Wear your masks to protect your identity." 

"Copy" Said in unison. 

The trucks are to park beside the seaport. They should be careful from their move to avoid the attention from the enemies, so they will use silencer to shoot those guards. 

Michael Angelo and their team are heading to the 3rd truck silently. He shot the driver of the truck first. He took the body and replaced by Agent E, he will drive the 3rd truck later. 19 guards left he thought to himself. All agents are busy killing those enemies and as expected they successfully get those children. 

"You have 5 minutes left everyone to abandon the area" announced by Yohan. 

"We are now leaving" Agent C said. "We're done here" Agent M coolly said. "Let's Go" Michael said. 

To avoid getting caught they replace the trucks and put the dead bodies inside in exchange to the trucks filled with children. The syndicate inside the abandoned building were oblivious to what is happening outside. They were just waiting for their client. Little did they know, the children are gone. 

When one of the men was about to check the children, they noticed that there are no guards guarding the truck. They opened the trucks and to their surprise, instead the children are inside, the dead bodies of their colleagues are there. They hurriedly went inside the building and reported the incident to their boss. 

The leader of the syndicate clenched his jaw as he heard the bad news. 

"Whoever did this to me will be going to pay triple!!" And he burst out in anger. 

 A wide grin is plastered in Yohan's face. They successfully get the children. They never thought that is way too easy but as what their chief said, and said syndicate are powerful, so they need to be careful. 

Furthermore, they are heading to the NBI to surrender the children. Their chief called someone inside the intel to meet the agents and to get the children as well. 

But to what their protocol are, they need to wear masks to keep their identity to everyone. 

The three trucks arrived safely in the NBI building where Rodolfo the NBI agent, he is referred by their chief, and he is the one to receive the children. 

They went back to their hideout for a conference together with their chief via video call. 

"Congratulations team for a job well done. For sure Mr. Albert Lopez, the leader of a syndicate will get mad. And congrats for a zero casualty, you made me proud. Your trainings are worth it. Keep it up. I'm sure this is just the beginning of your actual assignment." The chief congratulated them. 

It was already five in the morning and Michael Angelo remembered that he will pick Athena from their house. After they give those children, he asked Yohan that he will leave, because he needs to fetch her fiancé. Yohan just nodded and Michael immediately drove his car to the Meredith's Mansion. 

The guard noticed his car, and so he let Michael inn. He is an hour early, so he decided to take a nap for a while inside his car. He didn't notice that he didn't wear his thick glasses, and he is wearing a black leather jacket, with black V-neck shirt, black pants and a combat shoes, his gun is placed on the passenger seat. Luckily his car is heavily tinted, and also it is a bulletproof. 

Someone knocked in the windshield of his car, the reason why he woke up. As he check himself through the rearview mirror, he's a bit startled that his not wearing his glasses and he didn't even change his clothes, and the gun is in his side. He hurriedly put the gun inside his backpack that is in place on the passenger seat at the back. And took a clean v-neck white shirt, he immediately changed his clothes and put his glasses on before he open the door. 

"Good morning. Are you sleeping inside?" She asked with a frown. 

"H-hey uhm Good morning. I'm sorry I slept. " Athena shook her head. 

"It's okay. Nana told me that you're here. Why you didn't go inside?" She sighed 

"Let's get inside first. Breakfast is ready" she said then smiled at him. Michael just nodded and didn't utter any single word. He followed Athena going inside to the house and straight to the kitchen. 

As what Athena said, The food is already served, in the table there ham, bacon, toasted bread, eggs, hot dogs and juice. 

"Do you want coffee?" she asked. 

"Yes please." Athena nodded and told one of their housemaids to make one for Michael Angelo.

Michael Angelo Smith the nerd fat boy, bound to marry Athena Meredith as what there parents wanted to. 



When they were young, Athena helped her fight the bullies who's been bullying Michael Angelo. Athena Meredith is a strong girl and doesn't want to see weak people being bullied. Because of what happened, they become friends. A best of friends for years.

Suddenly, they lost of communication when Michael Angelo decided to study abroad because of his mother. His mother needs a medication abroad.

After seven years, he came back to his homeland. He grew differently. From being a nerd fat boy to become a fine man.

But he needs to hide his identity and chose to be a nerd guy. He became a secret agent and no one knows about his job.

He married Athena Meredith, who doesn't know about his secret job. 

Michael Angelo loves Athena very much but He will not take her into danger, the reason why he chooses to hide his Identity to her 



What will he do if it turns out that Athena will knew about his identity as an agent? Will she able to accept it?

Item #: SCP-097
Object Class: Euclid
Special Containment Procedures: SCP-097 is contained within the limits of the property where it was initially discovered, Zone-SCP-097. The property is surrounded by an 8 metre tall concrete block fence, fitted with barbed wire and security camera systems. Satellite images of Zone-SCP-097 are to be doctored, removing all traces of the area.
Any and all new plant growth outside the containment area suspected to originate from within the SCP is to be sterilized through application of boiling saltwater and/or incinerated. Absolutely all abnormal behaviour is to be reported to Doctor Bridge within ten minutes of occurrence. If any personnel or their families experience hallucinations or thematically related dreams outside of containment, they are to contact Doctor Bridge to schedule treatment.
Localities surrounding SCP-097, specifically [REDACTED], are to be monitored from the first of April until the first of November every year for affected civilians. Medical establishments dealing with sleep abnormalities are to be monitored for signs of SCP-097's influence. Civilians below the age of 16 encountered alone within 1 square kilometre of Zone-SCP-097 are to be taken into Foundation custody and are to be treated with a Class B amnestic and returned home, or the nearest police station. Personnel tasked with the return of civilians are to avoid public exposure; each Agent is to be assigned a cover story to follow if they do encounter civilians en-route to their destinations. See Level 3 staff for details.
The morning after the first frost of the year, a team of twenty-five Agents armed with agricultural tools are to enter SCP-097 and clear away the outer plant matter. This process is not to continue past dusk.
Description: SCP-097 is a ten acre area of land in the state of [REDACTED], in the Midwestern United States. It is the abandoned remains of the [REDACTED] County Fair 1969, an area of approximately 2.3 km2 (approx. 5.4 sq. mi). Structures within the SCP area exist in a state of moderate disrepair, consistent with the expected age and environment.
At the centre of SCP-097 lie the remains of a 1956 GMC pickup truck, majority of which is crushed beneath a colossal pumpkin of unknown subtype, henceforth SCP-097-01. SCP-097-01 stands approximately 7.4 metres (24.3 feet) tall and 8.1 metres (26.8 feet) in diameter at its widest. Current estimates put SCP-097-01 at approximately 15,000 kilograms (approx. 33,070 pounds). This pumpkin remains roughly spherical in shape, instead of spreading out under its own weight as would be expected of a plant of its size.
The remaining portion of SCP-097 (approx. 2 km2) is overgrown with several dozen varieties of pumpkins, with over seventy subspecies yet identified, and many previously unknown to agriculture. Many of these pumpkins have been shown capable of growing to enormous sizes, the average estimated weight being around 250 kilograms (avg. 550 lbs). These pumpkins, along with the assorted other crops, grow with, on and around the remains of the 1969 fairgrounds, creating a mazelike arrangement of plant life. The average height of the "walls" within SCP-097 is 1.6 metres, though this may vary from year to year.
Between April and November each year, the area within SCP-097 has produced a number of anomalous phenomena ranging from benign to implicitly aggressive. To date, seventeen Agents have been severely maimed within SCP-097, eight having died. See Event Log SCP-097 for a brief listing of recorded phenomena.
Addendum - Historical Note: Prior to the construction of SCP-097's containment wall, instances of what are now known as SCP-2171-1 were occasionally observed to form fragmented 'walls', and at one point a near-complete ring, of 2171 around SCP-097's area of effect. This behavior ceased following the containment wall's completion. The purpose and implications behind this interaction are as of yet unknown.
Effects of SCP-097 on Children: In addition to its immediate effects outlined in Event Log SCP-097, SCP-097-01 appears to produce an undetectable signal towards children in an undetermined range. For clarity, "children" will refer to individuals up to the age of 8 10.
Beginning in early April, civilian children within SCP-097's undefined range may be overcome with somnambulism on clear nights. Affected children will move around their homes, stopping to face closed doorways for several seconds before moving to the next nearest doorway, eventually returning to bed. At first, this behaviour will occur only once a week, beginning with only the doors on a single floor. This sleepwalking will become more frequent, by mid-August happening every night. If forcibly awoken at any time during these episodes, they will scream for several seconds before succumbing to a degree of confusion. After an affected child is awoken in this manner, the effect will cease, and the child will never show any further signs of SCP-097's influence.
Over the course of two to three months, these episodes will become more thorough, affected individuals seeking out each doorway inside their home, as well as those on their household's property, such as garages, car doors, and fence gates; eventually, they will begin visiting the front doors of neighbours. Beginning in September, affected children who have remained undisturbed during these episodes will begin to remain outside at sunrise, laying on grass near their homestead and returning to full REM sleep. Affected children may recall dreams centering around autumn activities.
Between September 1st and November 1st, if the affected children have not been awoken during the preceding sleepwalking episodes, they will cease the previously established activity during the sleepwalk, and instead begin to walk directly towards SCP-097's location. They will travel over fields and down secondary roads, steadily moving towards SCP-097. Local geography consists mostly of undeveloped Foundation-owned property, facilitating uninterrupted travel. Upon arrival at SCP-097, an affected child will sit down before SCP-097-01 and begin singing unidentifiable gibberish as music begins to play. While a number of instruments have been recorded, simple drums and pipes are the most consistently encountered.
After several minutes, childlike entities will crawl out from tangled flora, or break out of larger pumpkins within SCP-097. The children will be wearing whatever they were last seen with, most often pyjamas or similar clothing. Many of these entities match those children known to be lost to SCP-097-01.
The entities will surround the affected civilian child, dancing and singing in a circle as SCP-097-01 begins to emit dim light. The affected child will awaken, normally expressing a great deal of terror; the instant any vocalization is produced, the entities will swarm and kill the child. Methods used are different in each instance, but usually involve dismemberment or strangulation. At this point, any and all efforts to interrupt the entities will fail, whether through breakdown of equipment, sudden intangibility of the subjects, or express violence on the part of SCP-097.
After the death of the affected child, SCP-097-01 will split open and the entities will hurl the remains into it, before climbing in themselves. SCP-097-01 will then close, and the music will stop.
Before the containment wall was erected, at least ██ children between the ages of 3 and 10 are known to have been lost to SCP-097. See Event Log SCP-097 for current examples of SCP-097's behaviour.
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EVENT LOG 
This is a general incident log for SCP-097 for the cycle between 09/01/████ and 11/01/████. This is an abridged version; please requisition full individual reports from Dr. Bridge. During this time, four civilian children were captured and returned to their families.
Month/Day/Year Time Event Notes
09/03/████ 09:39 Cameras 3b, 4a, 4c, 5b view child, approx. 4 years of age, walk between tangles of plant matter toward SCP-097-1 over an 8 minute period. Child appeared to be dragging a stuffed animal. Child appeared on footage during review period. No figure was viewed at the time of recording.
09/05/████ 17:33 Human scream heard from within SCP-097, heard throughout the site. On-site personnel described it as possessing a small child's voice. Sustained for approx. 3 minutes before stopping abruptly. Staff reported feeling as if they were being watched during the event.
09/08/████ - Several "bed sheet ghosts" are seen through various security feeds throughout the day. Would only appear for approx. 1-3 seconds before vanishing again. Staff did not report seeing any anomalous entities first-hand. Patrols doubled for the remaining time in the SCP's cycle.
09/13/████ 22:19 Unidentifiable singing is heard throughout the Site, persisting for three hours before becoming silent. Recordings reveal songlike gibberish, with up to 30 individual children's voices singing at any time. Recordings archived for future study.
09/19/████ 14:27 Agent McRoy cuts a pumpkin's vine with machete; severed vine proceeded to bleed approx. 50 litres of human blood before shriveling. Blood type AB-, no DNA match.
09/24/████ - Overnight, two separate pumpkin patches grew into the rough approximations of humanoid figures, lying on the ground. Destroyed without incident.
09/25/████ 05:17 Agent Long found decapitated, neck against a pumpkin. Disappeared en-route to a restroom break.
09/27/████ 02:50 All light bulbs on-site burn out within a 2 minute period. Critical areas repaired before nightfall.
09/30/████ 12:16 Sudden shift noted in the location of several dozen gourd plants. Time and nature of actual event unknown.
10/01/████ 14:29 Agent Cole accidentally damages and breaks pumpkin during weekly examination of SCP-097. Pumpkin splits open, revealing a complete human child's skeleton in the fetal position within. Female, approx. 5 years old. No DNA match.
10/02/████ - Twenty-nine (29) freshly decapitated crows (Corvus brachyrhynchos) found outside SCP-097's containment wall. None.
10/06/████ 06:37 Matured pumpkin plant found to have replaced a potted plant growing inside Dr. Bridge's office. Indoor plants banned from the Site. Pumpkin incinerated immediately.
10/07/████ 16:50 Agent Matthews falls unconscious during patrol and cannot be awoken until removed from property. Agent reported dreaming of autumn colors and the smell of leaves. Full recovery. Reassigned to desk work pending examination.
10/11/████ 07:38 Research Assistant Sturm reports overwhelming taste and scent of pumpkin permeating her senses. No other personnel report anomaly. Transferred off-site, examination pending.
10/13/████ - Sounds of steady drums playing throughout the day, from 00:00 to 23:59. Source of sound unknown. Recordings archived for future study.
10/17/████ 03:19 Male child, approx. 6 years of age and clad in pyjamas, seen climbing through cornstalks on the eastern end of SCP-097, moving towards SCP-097-01. Lost to SCP-097-01. How the child was able to escape notice by personnel until after he was lost to the SCP is unknown.
10/20/████ 13:07 All personnel within 3.6 kilometres of SCP-097-01 report hallucinations of orange haze and children's laughter. Personnel evacuated to a distance outside the area of effect. Personnel screened for mental interference.
10/23/████ 00:01 All power and backup power to the area failed. Upon recovery, ███ pumpkins within SCP-097 were found to have changed into carved lanterns. It is unknown how SCP-097 generated and lit candles. Team-097-alpha and -beta tasked to destroy lanterns after sunrise.
10/23/████ 08:13 Team-097-alpha reports seeing and hearing children playing among the flora within SCP-097. Recordings lack the entities expected from the reports. Children noted to be clad in pyjamas. Teams pulled from SCP. Screened for mental interference.
10/25/████ 11:49 Zea mays indurata kernels fall from the sky around SCP-097. Does not fall within containment walls. Area cleansed with flame units and replanted with non-native grasses. Pavement of outside area pending.
10/26/████ 21:13 Research Assistant O'Toole overcome with nausea and vomits pumpkin seeds. O'Toole did not eat pumpkin seeds previous to vomiting. Research Assistant O'Toole transferred to Site ██ for examination. Seeds incinerated with prejudice.
10/27/████ 10:03 Research Assistant O'Toole reported to have died overnight. Autopsy reveals thoracic cavity was filled with pumpkin seeds. Body incinerated at Site ██. All personnel scheduled for full physical examination.
10/28/████ - Unintelligible whispering gibberish heard by fertile female personnel throughout the area when in view of SCP-097. Phenomenon continues throughout the day, continuing for the duration of SCP-097's cycle, i.e. until Nov 1. Associated personnel removed from duty and scheduled for examination.
10/28/████ 17:45 Headlights of vehicle underneath SCP-097-01 light and stay lit until daybreak. None.
10/29/████ - Fruit trees within SCP-097 blossom over the course of 5 hours beginning at roughly 07:00. Flowers wither and fall soon after. None.
10/29/████ 08:07 Pumpkins near south entrance to SCP-097 began spontaneously bleeding from the stem. Each continued bleeding for three hours. Blood type AB-, no DNA match.
10/31/████ 03:10 Several dozen unidentified spheres of red light viewed drifting above SCP-097 and surrounding area. When light was shone directly on the spheres a piercing shriek was heard. Personnel called into the main building until the spheres dissipated at dawn.
10/31/████ 12:00 Sounds of steady drums are recorded from within SCP-097. Drums persist for the following 12 hours. No source identified. Recordings archived for future study.
10/31/████ 14:19 All strawberry plants within SCP-097 wither in unison. None.
10/31/████ 17:43 Between twenty-five and thirty animate human skeletons of varying size are recorded breaking out of larger pumpkins within SCP-097. Skeletons traverse through SCP-097's flora to the north-east peach tree and hang themselves from its branches using lengths of grape vine, electrical cable, and decaying rope. Skeletons ceased anomalous behaviour after pantomiming death by hanging; death throes continued for approximately 23 minutes. Skeletons recovered after first frost; all appeared under 12 years of age, no DNA matches. Skeletons incinerated after examination.

This is our list of logs that the SCP foundation has been keep secret, and they are now free to the public. But beware of what you are going to read about because it will cause you to lose all hope and satisfaction you had. After all, the SCP's main role is to contain, protect, secure and if anyone tries to stop them they will feel the wrath if the foundation and your life will be terminated.

So you have been warned.

P.S: THIS IS NOT OWN BY ME BUT THE SCP WEBSITE AND ALL CREDIT SHOULD GO TO THE FOUNDATION AND THE AUTHOR. ALSO, I WILL BE STARTING A SCP STORY ABOUT A SCP THAT I HAD CREATED, BUT FIRST I NEED TO SPREAD THE SCP UNIVERSE IN THIS WEBSITE AND APP SO PEOPLE KNOW ABOUT THE SCP FOUNDATION AND IT GREAT AUTHOR AND FOLLOWER. PLEASE I HOPE YOU LIKE IT AND VISIT THE WEBSITE. LINK IS BELOW 
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Four months and a half passed-by just like that, and should be like other infants, the six-month old twins are already crawling, but with expertise on it that if some cultivators from the other worlds saw them, they can describe their steps (crawls) like, one step traversing a thousand kilometers (feet) away.

Because they're known in the upper society as 'Twin King and Queen of Geniuses'. Taking their first step and first word much more earlier that the other infants are acceptable. But didn't they know, it's accredited mostly by cultivating the warm energy from the Soul Bead.

Ling Lan was first than Ling Fei for entering the Soulscape, and she only accessed it four months and for Ling Fei after another one month, after the events about the inheritance. And since there's nothing disturbed their meditating, except for their mother that feeling lonely and leaving them with no choice, stops their meditation to accompany her. 

The cultivating of energy of their Soul Bead was a bit faster than a person (reincarnator) to empty his/her Soul Bead that would take one - two years for how busy the person was, according from Sherwin experiences and for the fact that he's the only one knew about this and they has been indirectly guided from the memory orbs for how to do it in the first place, everybody else cannot be taken as an example for that. 

This day, that the twins thought that would be another normal day for them, wasn't expected something to come in their house and they're from the military. They had been meticulously dressed by their mother.

Not long after, several people wearing military uniforms descended upon Ling household. 

Ling Lan was bit shock after feeling the imposing presence they're bringing. On the other hand, Ling Fei raised an eyebrow after sensing the honed edges from their bodies under that uniforms. 

'They're much more stronger and dangerous than I expected. Even in the future, wars can evolve too, even bringing the soldiers into a higher realm than the soldiers from my past life... Since I recently accessed my Soulscape, I should start getting the priorities listed... First, should be the cheats from the orbs that Sherwin stated... Next is, faster on emptying my Soul Bead and refilling it to erase the darkness. The bigger the Soulscape than the darkness should increase my Potential into much more higher rating and that would bring more improvement in my physical, mental and spiritual power, third... maybe... will be according to what will I get from the cheats... Yeah, let's do that, and share it with my lil'sis so she can protect herself better, once we're separated and can't reach other's help.' Ling Fei thought while still staring at the soldiers in front with a deadpan expression.

The twins acted that they're playing with each other but listening in their conversation with their mother. Ling Lan was thankful that the family she was born in this future was still speaking mandarin, so she can understand them. While Ling Fei can only understand a bit because he started to study the multiple languages from the ancient Earth, two months ago. He thought that maybe someday they will be useful. Even started to study with Ling Lan. 

'No one knows when this thing will be handy.' He said once at Ling Lan, that felt she was in another torturing lessons.

On this day, the twins learned what's the premium military benefits were. And one of those benefits was the Gene Stimulating Agents that would raise the potential and body stats. With grading system according to the percentage of purity of the gene. Basically or publicly they are, Grade-1, the highest grade with 75% purity, Grade-2 with 60%, Grade-3 with 45% and lastly the Grade-4, the worst gene with purity of only 30%. It will absorb by the body after injected to increase the said improvement it will bring.

The baby that could absorb more agents will be more potentially higher than the person with the same stats after the assessment test. 

Commoner's will have problems getting one agent even though it's only the Grade-1, but the baby that got the corresponding body stats will get gene stimulating agents after they have been in the 1-6 ranking of assessment test publicly. [F] Rank in Potential Stats will bring nothing. [D] rank will bring the babies of two bottles of Grade-4 every year, [C] Rank will bring two bottles of Grade-3 every year, [B] Rank will bring bottles of Grade-2 every year. 

While the [A] Rank will have to choose one of the two options. First is, the baby will receive two bottles of Grade-1 every year and grow up freely. Or, will enter the military school with endless supply of Grade-1 Agents and organized military training, however, they will need to spend their entire life serving the military.

As for the babies with [S] Rank rating will automatically be taken away for the specialized training by the military. But, having [S] rank among the commoners are extremely low for the chance of happening, in short, genetics decided everything.

Meanwhile, the twins was entitled by having the premium grade of gene stimulating agents with 90% because of their father's inheritance. But, scientist can't break the wall that separating the gene agents from purity of 90% for being 100%, even now.

This time around, the military brought thirty bottles in one go after knowing that there's a baby girl having a Potential Stat of [S+] Rank and her twin baby boy is [SS] Rank, higher that their father Major General Ling Xiao with only [S] Rank rating. And lastly for giving respect for the late Major General Ling Xiao and for his inheritor, for bringing this amount of bottles. Since there's thirty of bottles. The government decided to send two of their imperial mechas and some of ace mechas as an escort.

Very quickly, Ling Fei was stripped first only leaving  his underpants. The military doctor pull out a syringe from the box he brought and use it to draw out the gene simulation agents from the bottle. Then he pushed the agent into Ling Fei's arm gradually, and studied Ling Fei's body for something might happen because some babies are not compatible with the agents and some babies got allergic reactions from it.

And soon, the doctor was sweating too much and his hand is shaking intensely as it's Ling Fei's 10th shot of agent. He stop a bit for calming his hands down from shaking too much as he might hurt Ling Fei and something bad might happen and he is sure that something bad will happen to him too if it's the case. 

Normally, even with [SS] Rank potential, it can only absorb gene agents up to eight bottles.

But the doctor sweated another round after he felt the process was smooth as ever. When the body started to became satiated, it will be felt even from just injecting the syringe into the arm. After 30 minutes pass, the doctor feels like bashing his head on the wall to know if he's dreaming or what. 'What the fuck is this!? He's not a genius! He's a fucking glutton! C'mon give me some signal that you're full now! We brought thirty, THIRTY BOTTLES! And as if you're trying to drink them all like just some  water!' He want, really want to pull his hair out and kidnapped this kid and bring him into the lab for knowing how come this is happening. He breath out and went into focus for injecting the 15th shot. This time, he sighed in relief after feeling the smooth feeling of injecting is not the way it used to be now and stopped injecting more.

What the doctor doesn't know, that Ling Fei's Potential Stat is [XXX] Rank originally.

Ling Fei feels his body warming up and decided too act like he's sleepy. He entered his Mindscape and tried to meditate to focus on the feeling, after a couple of seconds, nothing happens. He thought a bit and went into his Soulscape and meditate, after a couple of seconds again. Now, he felt the feeling he felt outside. He's body is reacting to the gene agent, absorbing the golden water while the black water isn't. He feels energetic but with heavy feeling of his body. He think for a bit for what the hell is happening, and he remembered the orb floating in this Soulscape. He went to grab the two and went inside of the orb to know what secrets it held. 

"Mrs. Ling Xiao, congratulation for having a really marvelous child!" The doctor said with a smile on his face. And he thought. 'With this kind of baby, his future will be limitless in a couple of decades. I must show that I have a good intentions so I can befriend him or my child can do it for me. For a soon connection with him.' Then he indicate Lan Loufeng that it's Ling Lan's turn now.

Lan Loufeng knows what the doctor's intention from what he said, but ignored it as he might be useful in the future. She knows that her children are reincarnators, but as of a moment, they're still kids in the eyes of others. She need to protect them while they're still kids and can't be taken seriously until they grow up to be one. "Is that so? But you got the wrong person to be congratulating though, it's Ling Xiao's genes that they're like that now." She said simply.

"Yeah you're right, but still they won't be here if you didn't bring them into this world as a mother after all." The doctor stated. Then he signal Lan Loufeng to strip Ling Lan leaving her underwear, it is a must to see the babies reaction to gene agents that's why they needed to be naked above.

After taking her first shot. Little Four rushed to the forefront of her mind without any warning. 

"I sense something delicious! It's a taste I know well!... No, that's not right... Something is different... Yuck, what a piece of shit is this!? So many impurities! This affect the taste too much!" Little Four said.

After she heard him saying this. She rushed to enter her Mindscape without forgetting to close her eyes first as someone might notice that something wrong with her, and she doesn't want any troubles. She said huffily. "Why did you come out."

"Boss! I just thought that something great appeared but... it's just a knockoff. There's so many impurities in it and if left untouched, it will bring more harm to your body than improve."

After hearing Little Four, she asked anxiously. "Can you clean it?"

Little Four perked up immediately at her words, and said smugly, "Of course I can, who do you think I am? I am the smartest king mecha learning device from the Mandora star system! I can help my contractor do many things, such as expel any harmful substances from the body."

Ling Lan chose to ignore him, and asked in confusion. "If it's harmful, then  why does this people want to inject it in the first place?"

"This is actually a great thing which can improve your body stats and potential. It's just that the technology here seems to be unable to achieve 100% purity, which is why there are impurities remaining which will harm the body. However, even so, the benefits still outweigh the costs. The only thing is that this agent cannot be absorbed indefinitely, because once the impurities have accumulated in the body to a certain degree, the body will lose the ability to absorb any more agent," explained Little Four.

Ling Lan was relieved. As long as Little Four can clear out those impurities out of her body, nothing else matter. But remembered something. "Wait... What about my brother!? He was just injected 15th shots now! Then his body will be harmed! Can you do something?"

Little Four said after thinking about it carefully. "Sadly, I can't. You're my only host after all, and I said it in the first place that, each mecha device can only be hosted by one person. But.. try to warn him about this. He have those memory orbs from that higher being. Maybe there's something that can help him out to clean those impurities... Now, think about it, what if he absorbed the 100% purity gene agent? There's no way to know when he will stop drinking those bottles! That's all I can say about it, boss! Fucking [XXX] Rank!"

"Yeah, you're right, I should do that... Ok, I leave the cleaning to you, Little Four."

"Don't worry about it, boss!"

Very quickly, the first tube of agent had been absorbed by Ling Lan, and the military doctor started injecting the second, and then the third, by the time the military doctor picked up the eighth tube, his forehead was beaded with sweats again, and his hands, which had remained steady again after relaxing, actually trembled a little for a unknown time.

'Goddammit! Even the girl is glutton!? My God!' He thought while wiping his sweats on his forehead and went to look at the seven tubes remaining. 'Please, don't tell me that you're like your twin brother!? I'm not the only one who will be scared to death here. If every people knew about this, the government will be put into chaos from the people asking why the hell is wrong their gene stimulating agents and their babies can only absorb up to six-seven bottles! Please stop anymore than this!' He is ready for injecting the 10th shot. 
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"Did I do great, sir?" Justin said while kneeling on top of Subject 1's lap.
"You were amazing." Subject 1 said while still kissing, licking, and biting Justin's neck. "Everyone completely believed you."
He was ravaging Justin's neck for almost an hour now. Subject 1 instructed his new-found obsession never to strip in front of him; the man also prohibited the former cashier personnel from ever touching his dick ever without the man's permission. That also comes with extra instruction that forced Justin never to show his genitalia in front of Subject 1. The man even went several miles to make this happen by locking Justin's dick with a small, metallic, locked cage; the man had the key to unlock the cage, but he was not sure where he had hidden it anymore. Justin doesn't care about that, though; the only thing he wants to do is to obey. The more Justin says, "yes, Sir," the more Subject 1 felt some kind of special longing for him that he never really quite saw in any of his victims before.
We can all remember Subject 1's first victim clearly; her name is Mary. She is just as submissive as Justin, but for some reason, Subject 1 dislikes her. I have a theory about this, but I do not have any means to prove it; I'm not even sure if Subject 1 himself knows why he's so infatuated with Justin so much.
I believe that Mary simply wants to have sex with Subject 1, and for the most part, Subject 1 doesn't always want to have sex. Meanwhile, Justin would want whatever Subject 1 wishes.
If the man wants to be massaged, Justin will do so without question.
If the man wants some chores done, Justin will enthusiastically do it without question.
If the man wants his body to be licked all over, Justin will worship him without question.
If the man wants something, Justin wants it without question.
That is his difference with Mary, and I feel like that is what Subject 1 expects from everyone around him. Obey. No questions asked. Just let it happen.
Justin is also delighted to obey everything Subject 1 says. He is not faking it, too; Justin's happiness increases the more he serves his owner.
Most of Subject 1's instructions are mundane chores, but for almost 90% of the time, Subject 1 would force Justin to do something sexual for him. Justin would comply and obey everything the man says; never will he say no to everything the man says ever, which made Subject 1 more infatuated with Justin. Of course, sexual or not, it is still true that Subject 1 still prohibits Justin from stripping. Thus, Subject 1 proceeds to gobble on Justin's neck, although Justin is still wearing his long-sleeved shirt.
"You're mine, aren't you?" Subject 1 stopped ravaging Justin's neck for a while to look at him in the eyes, along with a question.
"Of course, sir! I will do everything you ever say..."
Subject 1 was not really interested in what Justin is saying. Nevertheless, he was still listening to it, and he is always happy to hear whatever comes out of Justin's pink little lips. However, his ears had separated entirely away from the words coming out of Justin's lips by the time he heard the voices on the television. It was a news program talking about some kind of murder case, some police involvement, some people who were unhappy about it, and something, something more about the feds.
Subject 1 instantly stopped. His mind halted, his body stiffened, his throat clogged, his heart skipped a beat, and the only thing that worked everywhere in his body was his ears.
"The Federal Bureau of Investigation announced this morning that they have sent two of their top agents to assist and stop the rampage of the Oregon Butcher in Essex County. The two top agents have reportedly said that they are more than excited to go to Salem and solve this case once and for all. Here's Kirk Fischer reporting live in Salem. Kirk?"
"Thanks, Chris. I am standing here right now with Mrs. Karen, a local cook here in Salem, who insisted that the Oregon Butcher ruined her business and made people stop participating in her annual cooking competition. Mrs. Karen, what can you say about the recent killing that happens in your neighborhood these past few months?"
"Well, I'm scared. I'm shaking! I'm very, very afraid of everything these days! I feel like when I leave every night, someone would just WHOOSH in front of me and then stab me and then put me into whatever art exhibit something, something he has in mind that night! I am very scared, and everyone is scared!"
"And tell us, how did the recent murder cases affect your business?"
"Well, I usually open around early, very early in the morning. Sun's still not up, and my business is somewhere around residential areas and, you know, houses and stuff, so I have these very, very specific people going to buy breakfast at my canteen every day, every day that is! Now, people don't wanna go buy breakfast, and they're just cooking their food cuz they're scared to leave when the sun is not up yet."
"And tell me, Mrs. Karen, how does the town of Salem feel about the Oregon Butcher?"
"Well, I mean, the name is kinda the one that really sticks to us cuz it felt very, very wrong, but we also understand that it's not the point! This devil is hunting our women and killing our children, and we are all scared, very, very scared of this demon! Jesus, Mary, and Joseph! I pray every day that Satan would leave our town, oh Lord, and I pray every day that this anti-Christ killer would be caught already, oh Lord! And I feel like..."
Confusing, isn't it? Salem, Essex County, Oregon. This all doesn't line up! Now, that's really the main grit of this part of our presentation.  These inconsistencies divert our attention away from the fact that the media are blatantly lying about the feds' inexperience. All of these are all so sketchy and messy. It really, really makes me feel like some of y'all were messing with us along with our investigation of Subject 1. Now I don't hold grudges, so anyone around here who's responsible for this shenanigan better stand the fuck up cuz this one's a real annoying debacle! It makes iiggh! Makes me so OC, you know what I'm saying?
But, ugh! Gah! Enough of that! Let's go back to the point! See, we are not the only ones who are confused about this Salem, Essex County, and Oregon confusion, but looking at this clip we have for you about the conversation between Subject 1 and Justin, it seems that our little gay boys have an interesting little theory. I will also leave a bit of my commentary in it as we go along the way.
Around this time, our cute little Oregon Butcher is already shaking in fear of his imminent capture. Subject 1 started sweating so much once he realized that he was already all over the news. The man lost confidence in himself, and he knows for a fact that this will be the end of him if those agents start taking him seriously. He starts thinking about laying low or moving away from the town or maybe committing suicide, everything under the sun! Justin noticed how much that news broke Subject 1.
Since the man is not really interested in his little pet at that moment, Justin used this opportunity to take the remote behind Subject 1 and close the television, which is why we never really heard much about Mrs. Karen's irrelevant statement.
What the people think of him is not really why Subject 1 started feeling a sense of dread. It's the fact that the authorities are now taking him seriously. Thus, as his mind descended more into the abyss of his fear, he also lost awareness of his surroundings.
Seeing that taking his head away from the television didn't really do much on the looming paranoia that's seeping through Subject 1's head, Justin kneeled on top of his owner's lap again and started stroking his hair.
"Oregon Butcher, huh? But we're in Massachusetts, though?" Justin said while embracing and cradling Subject 1 in his arms like a little child.
Subject 1 noticed what Justin was doing as he dropped his head on Justin's shoulder; whatever Justin was doing at that moment was helping Subject 1 to calm down, which the man highly appreciated.
Finally getting out of the tension of the media coverage about him, the man finally snapped out of it as he whispered a reply, "I think it's because Massachusetts Butcher is not as iconic-sounding as Oregon Butcher."
"Hmm..." Justin noticed Subject 1's distress and subtly tried to lower his collar while massaging the man's head. "But there's only one Salem, right? How can they link that to Oregon?"
"There's actually a lot of Salems." Subject 1 placed his chin on top of Justin's shoulder and took a whiff of Justin's neck. "The only thing we ever need to care about at the moment is Massachusetts and Oregon. I think there's even a Salem in Georgia, Iowa, and Florida. They're not the same town, just the same name."
"Is that so?" Justin pulled Subject 1 closer towards him as he wrapped his feet and arms around his body. "Why use Oregon, then? Iowa Butcher sounds good too."
"Yeah, but Iowa doesn't sound as mysterious as Oregon. I dunno, there's something about Oregon that makes it have this mystical feel in it just by saying it. Well, at least I feel that way whenever I hear 'Oregon.'" Subject 1 embraced Justin back as he proceeded to kiss his neck in rapid succession.
Justin slowly tilted his head to give Subject 1 enough room to kiss his neck. "Yeah, and I guess Massachusetts doesn't really sound, you know, catchy." Justin subtly pulled his collar and let it hand on the edge of his shoulder. He doesn't understand why Subject 1 likes his neck so much, but Justin had already understood that it is not his job to ask or think about it.
"Yep. I mean, Oregon Butcher sounds more evil than Massachusetts Butcher. Salem Butcher would have worked too, so I'm not sure why they didn't use that." Subject 1 could feel his libido rising as he proceeded to kiss and lick Justin's neck.
"You said there's lotsa Salem. That must be why." Justin could feel something hard poking his bottom. Without further ado, he started grinding his ass slowly and relishing on how it got even harder every time he moved the lower half of his body.
Subject 1 didn't really care much about what Justin is doing. All he knows is that he likes it, and he expresses it by moaning and groaning amid his sentences. "Or... haa... maybe... maybe they just don't want... uggh... they just don't want people to think that... whoo... that I'm a witch or something."
Justin chuckled. "That could be it. Hmph, they're still wrong. They deserve to respect you more than this." Justin hastened the way he moved his ass, and he noticed how much his owner likes it.
Subject 1 started humping his hips too as he proceeded to nibble and kiss Justin's neck, leaving more marks on it. He listened to what Justin had to say, placed those words in his heart, and played with that idea over and over. Still, he didn't know how to react to what Justin said. Thus, he remained silent as he pulled the collar of Justin's shirt to the point that he almost tore it.
Justin tightened his embrace on the man's body as he ground his ass on Subject 1's lap. With a loud groan, Subject 1 stopped moving his hips, and after a few moments, Justin did the same too. They both panted heavily, and after a while, they both fell on the bed. Justin was now lying on top of Subject 1's firm body as he whispered on his ears.
"The agents are here in Salem now, you know? We can probably do something about it."
"What do you mean?"
"I know you're afraid of them. I know you're desperate to take them away. I also know a bar where one of those two agents often visit. I can take you there." Justin said as he caressed Subject 1's chest.
"I'm not afraid of them."
Justin paused for a moment after doing that, but after a while, he showed his usual gentle smile again as he kissed Subject 1's cheek. "Of course. And you shouldn't be. You can deal with them the same way you dealt with Patricia, but I also know that you have no clue how you could strike them. That's okay, sir. I'm here for you; I will help you! I will do everything you need to do!"
"What can you do for me?"
"One of the FBI agents goes to a bar somewhere in the plaza. Guy's name is Barnes, William Barnes. I know that bar a lot; my childhood friend's family runs that thing. We can do something about him there. I'll ask my friend to do whatever you want. You still have some of that drug you gave me, right? You can use that to knock him out. I'll even let the bartender do it for you!"
Subject 1 bit his lip as a smile formed on his face. Justin blinked twice as he smiled while looking at his owner's green eyes. As silence enveloped the space around them, Justin felt something hardening below him again, which made his smile turn into a broad grin.
At this point, both of them have no idea that they're actually battling against two inexperienced agents. Meanwhile, those two young feds didn't know that further media coverage about them had only strengthened an already raging flame.
As their plan proceeded, our research about Subject 1 is about to end as well.
And as our research ends... Well, that means we have to take him here somehow, and you all know what that means...
"You're the best, Justin."
Justin's chuckled with the happiest face I have ever seen in my life. "I love you so much, Sir!"
"I know."


A series of short stories about the horrors of the material world, the fear of the unknown, and a general glimpse of the fragility of the human psyche. 

Witness the tales of several people as they face adversaries beyond human comprehension. Where does the monster truly lies: inside or outside? 

If two worlds collide, both will reign in each other's chaos. Do you place your trust in your own understanding of the world? Welcome dear visitor, welcome to a spectacle you never know of.

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"And then I saw it. 

Taking his phone is not a wise decision after all. 

Even my jaw dropped and my brows furrowed after seeing it. I understand. The hasty beating of my heart fills my body with unfathomable chill because I completely understand now."
- a short excerpt from Vol. 1, A Serenade for the Innocent

No... don't... don't lose it... "DON'T!" I sat up from my bed, panting heavily.
Suddenly, I heard cries from the room next door. "Honey..."
"Yeah, I know..." I walked out of my bedroom to let the children play with their father.
Weren't we in an inn? Well, we moved some time ago. Ain't want to disturb the neighbours after all... I wiggled my little pinky in front of my three kittens. "Shhh... Papa's here... everything is okay-" the oldest one wrapped its little palms around my pinky as the others watched in admiration.
"So cute..." I thought as I did the usual peek-a-boo with them and also tickle them a bit.
"You done?" Nyarin was already in her navy blue teacher's uniform.
Crap... I quickly changed into my own before getting ready to leave behind the...
"Nyarin..."
"What...?"
"We should take the day off today."
"What!? Why? I am all okay."
"You are, but who is gonna take care of the kids while we are gone?" Nyarin gave a confused look at me before shifting into a shocked expression.
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Me and Nyarin walked towards a dark alleyway (of course in our casual clothes) in the middle of the street. Nyarin voiced her disagreement with my course of action, but wouldn't stop following me. If we wanted to find a maid, this would be the place. "Welcome, young master. What brings you to the slave market today?" an obese man with lecherous eyes greeted me and Nyarin.
"Oh, that..." I scanned through the choices which mostly contains demihumans and even humans, mostly little girls.
"I will take her," I pointed at a little girl who tried to use her uncut black hair to stay hidden in the shadows.
"Ah, someone from the Land of Sol... that would be 1 450 000 Dollarions. You know how hard it was to abduct."
"I will have her for free."
"Sir... I told you-"
"Actually, I would like all of them. For free."
"Sir-" the man didn't speak after that.
Actually, he would never speak again since his head was nowhere on his neck. I glanced at Nyarin who was already freeing her brethren and human slaves alike. I approached the little girl I pointed at. "The Land of Sol, eh?" I thought.
The girl pushed herself against the back of the cage in fear of the strange man in front of her. "Get away from me!"
"Hey, hey... don't worry, I won't hurt you."
"Get away!" I sighed before glancing at my wife who easily calmed down the slaves who were about that Land of Sol girl's age.
Nyarin sure was amazing...
"I heard that the women in the Land of Sol were great at taking care of children." the girl looked at me in disgust.
At first, I was confused at her reaction until I realized how my words could be misinterpreted. "NO! I don't want to **** you or anything. I just wanted someone to take care of me and my wife's children while we're at work. That's all," the girl still looked at me suspiciously.
"He's right. We're just looking for someone to take care of our children. I apologize if he said something weird."
"But I didn't-" my mouth was covered by my wife's soft hands as she relieved the girl's suspicions.
"You... you won't hurt me right?"
"Yes..." Nyarin reached out her hands, "After all, you're now part of our family..."
The girl was hesitant at first, but she finally grabbed Nyarin's hands. "This is like those backstory arcs..." I recognized the scene, "And what is with this rushed chapter!? Has the author lost all his brain cells or something!?"
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The girl's name was Yuko, which was surprisingly the same as my nickname. She recounted that she was abducted by slave traders during the attack of an unknown enemy called 'It'. "So 'It' has reached the Land of Sol, eh? This is worrying."
"There was this nice lady general though. She came from the sky."
"The sky?" my attention has been grabbed.
Yuko nodded with excitement and started describing the general. Fiery hair, fiery eyes, always complaining about her brother, a mediocre cook... Wait... that is...!
"Where is she right now?" I stared into the girl's fearful oak-colored eyes as if I would get answers from them if she didn't answer verbally.
"U-uhm... in the Land of Sol, the Capital to be specific. Why?" 
"Looks like we'll be having our first field trip soon..." I looked at my wife who was glaring at me for my instinctual actions. 
I stared back with innocent eyes and we stood there for a few minutes. Yuko's head swiveled from my side to hers, her sixth sense is being triggered. Finally, Nyarin sighed and we continued our walk back home.
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---- Back Home ----
"AAAAH!" Yuko squealed in delight at the three babies, "They look so cute. They are kitten and human babies combined!"
"No s***, Sherlock..."
Yuko's attention slowly turned towards me. "I'm glad to be at your service!"
Babies are scary...
"Yeah, yeah... Uhm, Nyarin will show you to your room. Just get changed and we'll have some dinner."
The now-excited girl saluted at me as if I was some commander and followed Nyarin upstairs. Weird...
Dinner was a banquet thanks to the professional chef, Blue Crow. A perfect feast for a family... As the other family members were distracted, I used up some mana to form a makeshift camera and... Click! I smiled... Yuko trying to feed the babies without getting bitten herself, Nyarin spitting out her food in shock from the sound, the babies who were focusing on the food in front of them, and finally me, the only one who was actually smiling at the camera.
I tucked it into a personal dimensional storage of other pictures while fending off a pissed-off wife. Truly... a happy family...
___________________________________________________________
---- Bonus: Blue Crow And Nyarin Finding a House ----
"Hey, I heard that some bandits made a base on top of the mountains up there. When are the adventurers gonna deal with them?" my ears picked up from the open doorway.
"They say that the guild here got blackmailed so they couldn't do anything."
"Awww, it is such a shame for a decent house to be used as a bandit hole."
House... I remembered the sheer amount of complaints we got from our neighbours due to the constant shrill cry of the babies. "A house, huh? No neighbours. Privacy. I should check out that house," said a delusional me who forgot bandits are not real estate agents.
---- At the house ----
Knock! Knock! Knock! The door opened and a bunch of arrows came out, only for me to sneeze them away due to the amount of dust. "Does no one clean here?" I thought as I stepped in.
Cloaked men suddenly appeared from the shadows and shouted me to die. "Oh... the real estate agents. That is quite a welcome," said me who sliced them up immediately.
"Who are you?" a low voice greeted me.

"I wanna buy this house."
"This house is not for sale. Now, you shall die for my fallen men-" 
Dead.
The house was silent. "All pests exterminated. Time to clean this place up," said me in an already clean house with no bodies or dust (speed can ruin the fun of chores sometimes).
---- Night ----
"Okay, open your eyes, hun."
"What is it? Holy..."
What stood before Nyarin was a decent-looking house that looked like it was cleaned by the best maids in Gaia.
"Aww, thanks, Yuko. You actually bought the house."
"Oh, the real estate agents stated it is for free."
"Haha, you're joking."
"No, I'm not."
"..." 
Scolding commences.
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A lone party sits in a tavern, just barely going by as C-class adventurers. Never could they ever think that the Hero will invite them to join her in saving the world of Gaia. Now, they have to find the seven artifacts (not the infinity stones) to stop the Dark Ages from returning (not Thanos).

Another five months went by, and like any other infant, the six-month old Ling Lan could finally flip over and had started her evolution into a crawling creature. Ling Lan felt that her tongue was still uncooperative though, only allowing her to utter lone syllables — even so, her mother Lan Luofeng was overjoyed. Compared to other children, Ling Lan was already very articulate, and Lan Luofeng felt as if she could almost understand what Ling Lan wanted to say.
Ling Lan was almost moved to tears — she could finally make it known to her mother when she needed to go to the restroom. During this time frame, despite her best efforts, she had had trouble communicating with her mother who was on a different wavelength, resulting in several unfortunate accidents ... causing her no end of embarrassment for having wet the bed again after twenty seven years of life.
Well alright, let's just put aside all those shameful matters that happened in the past six months. There were too many to mention, and Ling Lan did not want to think about them anymore. She had decided that she would wipe this period of life from her memories.
This day, the moment she woke up, Ling Lan felt something different in the air. Chamberlain Ling Qin's expression was tight, and her mom had dressed her with special care, helping her put on special underpants that would hide her secret from any angle.
Ling Lan felt that the underpants were really quite comfortable … well, if she could ignore the two soft spherical pseudo-testicles inside.
Not long after, several strangers in British-military uniforms suddenly descended upon the Ling household.
Ling Lan observed the men in shock. She did not know if all soldiers who returned from war had the same imposing presence, but Ling Lan could keenly sense the honed edges hidden under those uniforms. This was most certainly a troop of combat-savvy, blood-soaked, veteran soldiers.
Ling Lan put on a blank face and pretended to play by herself, but she kept her ears wide open. She was extremely thankful that the family she was born into ten thousand years later was still Chinese, and that the language being spoken was still Mandarin. This allowed her to skip having to learn a new language and meant she could gather information from others' conversation even as a baby.
When the troops introduced themselves to her mother, Ling Lan finally understood. They were here to deliver the premium military benefits Ling Lan had inherited, and would continue to do so every six months from now on.
This was also the day that Ling Lan found out what the premium military benefits actually were. A large part of those benefits were gene stimulating agents which were used to raise potential and body stats.
There were four grades of gene stimulating agents available on the market, from grade-1 to grade-4. Grade-4 agents were the worst, while grade-1 agents were the best. This grading was based on the purity of the gene stimulating agent. Grade-4 stimulating agents had a purity of 30%, grade-3 had 45%, grade-2 60%, and grade-1 75%. The higher the purity of the stimulating agent, the less harm it did to the body — it would allow the user to absorb most of the agent, and hence receive a higher boost to his potential and body stats.
Therefore, the more agent a child's body could absorb, the better his development would be, building up the solid foundations necessary for potential IN mecha operators.
However, these gene stimulating agents were horrifyingly expensive. Let's put it this way — a commoner's hard-earned life savings may only be enough to afford one bottle of the lowest grade gene stimulating agent. To get an agent just one grade higher, the price would have to be multiplied by ten. As you can imagine, grade-1 gene stimulating agents could only be afforded by those with either great power or great wealth, while the rest of the common people could only look on in envy.
Of course, this didn't mean that there was no chance at all for commoners to receive better resources. Every newborn child could be assessed at a public assessment centre and receive one of six rankings from the assessment.
Those assessed as [F] rank would not receive any aid from the government. Until their bodies were unable to absorb any more agent, [D] rank babies could receive two bottles of grade-4 gene stimulating agent per year, [C] ranks could receive two bottles of grade-3 agent per year, and [B] ranks could receive two bottles of grade-2 agent per year.
Meanwhile, [A] rank babies had two options. They could accept two bottles of grade-1 agent per year and grow up freely, or enter the military and receive organised military training and receive an endless supply of grade-1 agent. However, with the latter choice, the child would have to spend his entire life serving the military.
[S] rank babies would be immediately taken away for specialised training by the military, but the possibility of that happening was extremely low. As mentioned previously, this formidable ranking very rarely appeared among commoner children — in a nutshell, genetics decided everything.
Meanwhile, someone like Ling Lan who inherited premium military benefits was entitled to the premium-grade gene stimulating agents kept for central military use. These agents were even purer than the agents available on the market, almost reaching 90% purity. This was the best the military could do at the moment, since research on agents had hit a plateau. True 90% purity was just out of reach, but no one had been able to make the final step.
This time around, the military had sent over a whole ten tubes of premium-grade agent. Because these ten tubes were worth cities, the military had no choice but to send out some of their ace mechas as an escort.
Very quickly, Ling Lan had been stripped down to her special underpants. One of the men who seemed like a military doctor took out a long syringe with a sharp needle from a box he was carrying, and then used it to draw out the gene stimulating agent from one of the tubes.
Ling Lan turned a blind eye to all of this. That was all she could do — which six-month old baby knew to be afraid? At this moment, Ling Lan was grateful for her experience with needles. During her past illness, she had been injected so many times every day that she had become numb to the sight of needles, which was why she could face these injections so calmly now.
The syringe was rapidly plunged into her arm. The military doctor was very skilled — Ling Lan only felt a slight sting and an itch as the needle went in, very much like a mosquito bite.
The military doctor pushed the agent into Ling Lan's arm gradually, his demeanour stern as he observed Ling Lan's reactions. Some babies were incompatible with the agent, and there were also some babies who had been shown to have allergic reactions. In short, the greatest care must be taken when giving a baby their first shot of gene stimulating agent to avoid any accidents.
Before Ling Lan could sense any difference, Little Four had already rushed to the forefront of her mind without any warning.
"I sense something delicious! It's a taste I know well! No, that's not right, something's different … yuck, what is this trash?! Why does it have impurities? This affects the taste too much!" Little Four was very unhappy. It felt that it had been tricked.
Hearing Little Four's voice, Ling Lan hurriedly closed her eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, right? She would live to regret it if anyone noticed anything strange from her eyes. Ling Lan said huffily, "Why did you come out?"
Little Four felt wronged. It had thought that the great thing in its memories had appeared, only to be presented with this knockoff. It said sadly, "I thought something great had appeared, but it's just a knockoff. There are so many impurities inside … if left uncleaned, your body will be harmed."
Hearing that it was harmful, Ling Lan asked anxiously, "Little Four, can you clean it for me?"
Little Four perked up immediately at her words, and said smugly, "Of course I can, who do you think I am? I am the smartest king mecha learning device from the Mandora star system! I can help my contractor do many things, such as expel any harmful substances from the body."
Ling Lan chose to ignore Little Four's self-aggrandizement, asking in confusion, "If this thing is harmful to the body, then why do the people here want to inject it into babies?"
"This is actually a great thing which can improve your body stats and potential. It's just that the technology here seems to be unable to achieve 100% purity, which is why there are impurities remaining which will harm the body. However, even so, the benefits still outweigh the costs. The only thing is that this agent cannot be absorbed indefinitely, because once the impurities have accumulated in the body to a certain degree, the body will lose the ability to absorb any more agent," explained Little Four.
Ling Lan was relieved. As long as the outcome was good, and there was no danger to her health, she would still be able to accept it. Besides, Little Four had already promised to clear out those impurities.
Very quickly, the first tube of agent had been absorbed by Ling Lan, and the military doctor started injecting the second, and then the third … by the time the military doctor picked up the eighth tube, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his hands, which had remained steady so far, actually trembled a little.


After dying from a strange terminal illness, Ling Lan was reborn into a world 10000 years into the future. Although she dearly wished she could just live a peaceful and uneventful life in her new healthy body, fate had other plans ...
 
Forced to disguise herself as a boy just so she could inherit her deceased father's premium military benefits, Ling Lan's journey to adulthood was full of challenges. After much difficulty, she finally turned sixteen when she could drop the charade. But before she could grasp her newfound freedom to get married and start her own family, a twist of fate results in her being thrown into the Federation's top military boys' school.
 
With these twists of fate, Ling Lan had little choice but to walk further and further down a path of no return, one of cold and aloof dominance ...
 
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*
 
ryuxenji the translator here. :3 Here are some other things you should know:
 
1) This story is NOT primarily a romance. QI's system right now categorizes all novels taken from the female novel Chinese site (起点女生网) as 'romance' without fail, regardless of whether they truly are romance. So, if you are here just for the romance, you might want to find a different novel. There will be some romance eventually, but most of this novel is Sci-Fi/Xianxia with a lot of world-building and character development.
 
2) I use British spelling. So, please ensure spelling errors are really errors before reporting them.
 
3) No matter what the release rate up top says, the guaranteed release rate right now is 1 chp/day (a.k.a. 7 chps/week). All else is extra at my discretion. (I'll try my best, but RL responsibilities come first.)

Chapter 9: Gene Stimulating Agent!

Translator: ryuxenji Editor: mjn0898

Another five months went by, and like any other infant, the six-month old Ling Lan could finally flip over and had started her evolution into a crawling creature. Ling Lan felt that her tongue was still uncooperative though, only allowing her to utter lone syllables — even so, her mother Lan Luofeng was overjoyed. Compared to other children, Ling Lan was already very articulate, and Lan Luofeng felt as if she could almost understand what Ling Lan wanted to say.

Ling Lan was almost moved to tears — she could finally make it known to her mother when she needed to go to the restroom. During this time frame, despite her best efforts, she had had trouble communicating with her mother who was on a different wavelength, resulting in several unfortunate accidents ... causing her no end of embarrassment for having wet the bed again after twenty seven years of life.

Well alright, let's just put aside all those shameful matters that happened in the past six months. There were too many to mention, and Ling Lan did not want to think about them anymore. She had decided that she would wipe this period of life from her memories.

This day, the moment she woke up, Ling Lan felt something different in the air. Chamberlain Ling Qin's expression was tight, and her mom had dressed her with special care, helping her put on special underpants that would hide her secret from any angle.

Ling Lan felt that the underpants were really quite comfortable … well, if she could ignore the two soft spherical pseudo-testicles inside.

Not long after, several strangers in British-military uniforms suddenly descended upon the Ling household.

Ling Lan observed the men in shock. She did not know if all soldiers who returned from war had the same imposing presence, but Ling Lan could keenly sense the honed edges hidden under those uniforms. This was most certainly a troop of combat-savvy, blood-soaked, veteran soldiers.

Ling Lan put on a blank face and pretended to play by herself, but she kept her ears wide open. She was extremely thankful that the family she was born into ten thousand years later was still Chinese, and that the language being spoken was still Mandarin. This allowed her to skip having to learn a new language and meant she could gather information from others' conversation even as a baby.

When the troops introduced themselves to her mother, Ling Lan finally understood. They were here to deliver the premium military benefits Ling Lan had inherited, and would continue to do so every six months from now on.

This was also the day that Ling Lan found out what the premium military benefits actually were. A large part of those benefits were gene stimulating agents which were used to raise potential and body stats.

There were four grades of gene stimulating agents available on the market, from grade-1 to grade-4. Grade-4 agents were the worst, while grade-1 agents were the best. This grading was based on the purity of the gene stimulating agent. Grade-4 stimulating agents had a purity of 30%, grade-3 had 45%, grade-2 60%, and grade-1 75%. The higher the purity of the stimulating agent, the less harm it did to the body — it would allow the user to absorb most of the agent, and hence receive a higher boost to his potential and body stats.

Therefore, the more agent a child's body could absorb, the better his development would be, building up the solid foundations necessary for potential IN mecha operators.

However, these gene stimulating agents were horrifyingly expensive. Let's put it this way — a commoner's hard-earned life savings may only be enough to afford one bottle of the lowest grade gene stimulating agent. To get an agent just one grade higher, the price would have to be multiplied by ten. As you can imagine, grade-1 gene stimulating agents could only be afforded by those with either great power or great wealth, while the rest of the common people could only look on in envy.

Of course, this didn't mean that there was no chance at all for commoners to receive better resources. Every newborn child could be assessed at a public assessment centre and receive one of six rankings from the assessment.

Those assessed as [F] rank would not receive any aid from the government. Until their bodies were unable to absorb any more agent, [D] rank babies could receive two bottles of grade-4 gene stimulating agent per year, [C] ranks could receive two bottles of grade-3 agent per year, and [B] ranks could receive two bottles of grade-2 agent per year.

Meanwhile, [A] rank babies had two options. They could accept two bottles of grade-1 agent per year and grow up freely, or enter the military and receive organised military training and receive an endless supply of grade-1 agent. However, with the latter choice, the child would have to spend his entire life serving the military.

 
[S] rank babies would be immediately taken away for specialised training by the military, but the possibility of that happening was extremely low. As mentioned previously, this formidable ranking very rarely appeared among commoner children — in a nutshell, genetics decided everything.

Meanwhile, someone like Ling Lan who inherited premium military benefits was entitled to the premium-grade gene stimulating agents kept for central military use. These agents were even purer than the agents available on the market, almost reaching 90% purity. This was the best the military could do at the moment, since research on agents had hit a plateau. True 90% purity was just out of reach, but no one had been able to make the final step.

This time around, the military had sent over a whole ten tubes of premium-grade agent. Because these ten tubes were worth cities, the military had no choice but to send out some of their ace mechas as an escort.

Very quickly, Ling Lan had been stripped down to her special underpants. One of the men who seemed like a military doctor took out a long syringe with a sharp needle from a box he was carrying, and then used it to draw out the gene stimulating agent from one of the tubes.

Ling Lan turned a blind eye to all of this. That was all she could do — which six-month old baby knew to be afraid? At this moment, Ling Lan was grateful for her experience with needles. During her past illness, she had been injected so many times every day that she had become numb to the sight of needles, which was why she could face these injections so calmly now.

The syringe was rapidly plunged into her arm. The military doctor was very skilled — Ling Lan only felt a slight sting and an itch as the needle went in, very much like a mosquito bite.

The military doctor pushed the agent into Ling Lan's arm gradually, his demeanour stern as he observed Ling Lan's reactions. Some babies were incompatible with the agent, and there were also some babies who had been shown to have allergic reactions. In short, the greatest care must be taken when giving a baby their first shot of gene stimulating agent to avoid any accidents.

Before Ling Lan could sense any difference, Little Four had already rushed to the forefront of her mind without any warning.

"I sense something delicious! It's a taste I know well! No, that's not right, something's different … yuck, what is this trash?! Why does it have impurities? This affects the taste too much!" Little Four was very unhappy. It felt that it had been tricked.

Hearing Little Four's voice, Ling Lan hurriedly closed her eyes. They say the eyes are the windows to the soul, right? She would live to regret it if anyone noticed anything strange from her eyes. Ling Lan said huffily, "Why did you come out?"

Little Four felt wronged. It had thought that the great thing in its memories had appeared, only to be presented with this knockoff. It said sadly, "I thought something great had appeared, but it's just a knockoff. There are so many impurities inside … if left uncleaned, your body will be harmed."

Hearing that it was harmful, Ling Lan asked anxiously, "Little Four, can you clean it for me?"

Little Four perked up immediately at her words, and said smugly, "Of course I can, who do you think I am? I am the smartest king mecha learning device from the Mandora star system! I can help my contractor do many things, such as expel any harmful substances from the body."

Ling Lan chose to ignore Little Four's self-aggrandizement, asking in confusion, "If this thing is harmful to the body, then why do the people here want to inject it into babies?"

"This is actually a great thing which can improve your body stats and potential. It's just that the technology here seems to be unable to achieve 100% purity, which is why there are impurities remaining which will harm the body. However, even so, the benefits still outweigh the costs. The only thing is that this agent cannot be absorbed indefinitely, because once the impurities have accumulated in the body to a certain degree, the body will lose the ability to absorb any more agent," explained Little Four.

Ling Lan was relieved. As long as the outcome was good, and there was no danger to her health, she would still be able to accept it. Besides, Little Four had already promised to clear out those impurities.

Very quickly, the first tube of agent had been absorbed by Ling Lan, and the military doctor started injecting the second, and then the third … by the time the military doctor picked up the eighth tube, his forehead was beaded with sweat, and his hands, which had remained steady so far, actually trembled a little.

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