The Blood Pool and the Girl Who Travels Through the Multiverse

"Shocking! A middle-aged man with a deer antler skull did such a heinous thing to a group of young college students!"

The next morning, Ethan's mansion was filled with Skye's excited voice.

"Ethan! Come quickly, big news! It's shaking the whole country!"

Ethan, brushing his teeth, walked out with curiosity after hearing Skye's shout and glanced at the television.

"Object-323: The Skull of the Wendigo! This is definitely Object-323: The Skull of the Wendigo!" Skye exclaimed, pointing at the screen.

Ethan nodded while observing the news report. The description matched that of the infamous Wendigo skull from the SCP Foundation's records.

Knowing exactly what Skye wanted to do, Ethan firmly pressed her back down, preventing any further action.

"You cannot get involved in this. Have Coulson and the others send a team," Ethan said.

Skye instantly became upset and sulked on the couch.

"Ethan's doing this for your own good. Your mental fortitude is too weak. Getting close to Object-323 will only harm you. You wouldn't want to turn into a cannibalistic monster, would you?" Natasha explained lazily from the side, arms crossed.

Skye, although dissatisfied, knew her limitations. Begrudgingly, she accepted Ethan's decision, shivering slightly at the thought of becoming a man-eating beast.

Meanwhile, Natasha had already contacted Dr. S46 and relayed Ethan's orders.

...

The Foundation's efficiency was unquestionable. In less than an hour, they arrived in Aksa Town, accompanied by Coulson and Sharon Carter, who had recently rejoined the team after miraculously surviving a fierce battle, now hailed as an undercover hero.

"I can't believe such bizarre entities exist—it's terrifying!" Coulson said, reviewing the case files. Even he, the ever-optimistic agent, felt a chill down his spine. Object-323's ability to incite cannibalism among humans was disturbingly vile.

"You haven't had much luck tracking the Flame Demon recently, and the Chairman is quite disappointed. That's why you've been reassigned to this mission. Don't waste the opportunity," Dr. S46 reprimanded Coulson and Sharon.

Dr. S46 appreciated the talents of both agents. Their skills were undeniable, and if not for the Chairman questioning their loyalty to the Foundation, they would have already been promoted to A-level combatants. The doctor himself couldn't understand why Ethan was so obsessed with loyalty; as long as people were willing to fight for humanity, wasn't that enough?

Before long, they arrived at the Aksa police station. Thanks to S.H.I.E.L.D.'s prior coordination, the local authorities cooperated fully, handing over all information on the cannibal case to the Foundation.

"These ten survivors need to be executed immediately. Arrange it," Dr. S46 ordered coldly after reviewing the files.

The ten survivors, already influenced by Object-323, had consumed human flesh. There was no turning back for them. Execution was the greatest mercy.

"Why? I don't understand!" Coulson, ever the good-hearted soul, objected, stepping forward to challenge the order. Though he had been with the Foundation for almost a month, he still couldn't adapt to their ruthless methods.

Though he didn't have to explain, Dr. S46 decided to indulge Coulson out of admiration. "Because they've been tainted by Object-323. They are now hidden cannibals."

Coulson couldn't accept this explanation. "But they're hidden! You can't just judge them based on what they might do. This is no different from punishing them for crimes they haven't committed yet. Doesn't this violate human rights?"

"If you have any objections, you can file a complaint with the Human Rights Council," Dr. S46 replied blankly.

Coulson: "…"

Coulson had no idea where the Human Rights Council was, or if it even existed within the Foundation. He doubted its existence entirely. Begrudgingly, he sat down, watching the Foundation operatives carry out their orders.

Within the prison, the ten survivors—who had just participated in the dismemberment of another criminal—were swiftly executed.

After receiving the report, Dr. S46 smirked coldly. "You should check out that prison. Something happened there you won't want to believe. Maybe it will change your perspective."

Taking the doctor's words to heart, Coulson and Sharon Carter went to inspect the prison. Upon witnessing the gruesome scene, Coulson vomited on the spot, his face turning deathly pale. Even Sharon, standing nearby, looked visibly shaken.

Ashamed, Coulson returned to Dr. S46, who greeted him with a sarcastic, "Satisfied now?"

Coulson hung his head in silence.

"Let's go. Our satellite has located Object-323-1 (Simpson Stilwell), and it's moving toward a small town. We need to intercept it before it reaches a densely populated area."

"If Object-323-1 enters the town, it'll turn into a cannibal's playground," Coulson muttered, sweat forming on his brow.

Dr. S46 added, "Object-323 only affects a 50-meter radius around the skull. Beyond that, you're safe."

"So, we'll need to take him out from a distance," Coulson nodded.

Armed with this knowledge, Coulson led his team to the ambush site, following the satellite's coordinates. Simpson Stilwell, unaware of the surveillance from above, strolled down a desolate road, hungry and eager for his next meal. His skin had turned pitch black, all hair and pigmentation gone, leaving him more beast than man.

"Bang!" A single shot echoed.

Simpson Stilwell collapsed into a pool of blood. Sharon Carter, 400 meters away, calmly shifted her shoulders, sore from the recoil of her Barrett sniper rifle.

"Target neutralized. Ready for containment of Object-323," she reported, still feeling a sense of accomplishment. After weeks of battling unkillable SCPs, taking down one with a single shot felt immensely satisfying.

"Hold your position. We're sending a remote-controlled robot to handle the containment," Dr. S46's voice came through her earpiece.

...

Back at Ethan's mansion, a familiar notification sounded.

"Congratulations, Host. Object-323: The Skull of the Wendigo has been successfully contained. The Host now has control over Object-323."

"Congratulations, Host, you've received two Favorability Enhancement Cards!"

Ethan's lips curled into a smile as he looked at the seven Favorability Cards in his inventory. Maybe it was time to use one on the Broken God?

Tempted but cautious, Ethan ultimately decided against it. The Broken God was neutral for now. There was no need to provoke it unnecessarily. Better to save the cards for when a truly chaotic entity appeared.

"Let's save these as a last resort. If I summon something like a Chaos God without these, I'd be in real trouble."

With that thought, Ethan shivered slightly before returning to his system.

"Time to test my luck again!"

The legendary value earned from the Wendigo incident had far exceeded Ethan's expectations. The media coverage had caused a surge in his renown, and the resulting influx of legendary points was astonishing. If not for the risk of exposure, he would have sent those journalists a trophy for their dedication.

"System, initiate one random summon!" Ethan commanded.

"Ding! Congratulations, Host, you have successfully summoned Object-354: The Blood Pool!"