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Starting from Scratch: The Containment Foundation

After waking up, Ethan Walker reluctantly assumed the role of the leader of a certain organization. On his first day in charge, the old butler introduced Ethan to the three core members of the group. "Young Master, this is Coulson, and these two are Natasha and May. They are the backbone of our organization." Ethan: "..." Undercover agents? Did I just time-travel into this? Luckily, at a critical moment, he awakened a system. As long as he summoned and contained entities, he could receive generous system rewards. Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully containing the Crimson King, gaining the supreme divine power! All the power of the Crimson King. Ding~ Congratulations to the host for successfully containing the Child of Evolution, gaining the power of fusion, evolution, and transformation! In the end, Ethan Walker, who embodied countless abilities, became the most unnameable existence in the multiverse!

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323-1: The Texas Cannibal!

Ethan had spent the past few days at home, indulging in the luxuries of a capitalist lifestyle. After all, it had only been a month since he arrived in this world, and he had already become someone capable of wrestling with the likes of Odin. Ethan thought he deserved to enjoy himself for a while.

As a hedonist, Ethan used a very legitimate excuse to trick Skye, who was still on a mission, into returning home. Skye, initially upset at being called back, calmed down after being convinced by Natasha. As a top-level agent, Natasha excelled at social interactions, and she knew about Ethan's little crush on Skye. Unlike ordinary women, Natasha, coming from a spy background, had no intentions of engaging in petty rivalry or monopolizing Ethan. After all, such thoughts came with high costs—costs her body couldn't afford. Thus, under the combined persuasion of Ethan and Natasha, Skye was swept into their web of intrigue.

Meanwhile, at the Stilwell farm in the small town of Arkasa, Texas, Simpson Stilwell, wearing the skull of a Wendigo, began a hunt he had been preparing for over two days. Simpson had felt different ever since he put on the skull he had found. His body had been growing stronger by the day. Simpson believed this skull was a gift from God—an endowment from above that marked him as a shepherd rather than one of the sheep.

"Isn't it normal for a shepherd to use the farm's sheep for food?" Simpson justified to himself as he loaded his rifle and ventured into the students' campsite.

Under the terrified gazes of a group of young men and women, Simpson raised his gun and aimed at the oldest, a middle-aged teacher.

"Bang!"

The gunfire echoed, and the teacher collapsed in a pool of blood. Simpson's strange outfit and brutal methods threw the camp into an eerie silence.

Soon, the quiet was shattered by screams, and chaos erupted as everyone scrambled like headless flies, desperate to escape the camp.

"Bang!" Simpson fired a shot into the air and roared, "Everyone stay where you are! Anyone who moves will die!"

One man—a streetwise gangster—didn't believe him. Slowly, he tried to slip away unnoticed. But Simpson, whose senses had been sharpened by the Wendigo skull, immediately detected him. Without hesitation, he fired another shot, and the man collapsed into a pool of his own blood.

At that moment, two strong college students, armed with knives, rushed Simpson from behind. The blades struck his back and kidney, but barely penetrated his thick muscles. Enraged by the pain, Simpson lashed out, grabbing one of his attackers by the head and snapping his neck with a sickening crunch. The other student, horrified by his friend's fate, tried to stab Simpson again, but Simpson quickly grabbed his hand and crushed it, breaking his arm with ease. Then, with a powerful kick, he sent the second student flying into a tree, impaling him on a branch.

The horrific and bloody scene shocked the entire camp into submission. Simpson tossed a length of rope at one of the surviving students and ordered them to tie everyone together. Once they were all bound like lambs, he led them back to his farm, where a gruesome slaughter was about to begin...

Meanwhile, Ethan had finally reignited his fighting spirit after two days of capitalist decadence. As the Foundation's most valuable asset, Skye had been granted access to the organization's most secret files. She was currently reading about SCP-323, the Skull of the Wendigo—a deer-like skull that induced cannibalistic impulses in those around it, compelling them to wear the object. This SCP had been elusive for over 60 years, vanishing mysteriously whenever the Foundation was close to containing it. Investigators suspected it had anomalous teleportation abilities.

"Wow, so this is the legendary cannibal! I guess legends aren't always false," Skye remarked in awe as she read the file. Natasha, glancing at the screen, didn't pay much attention. She had come across this SCP before and found it fascinating—it was like a regional version of a zombie outbreak. But Ethan had explained that it only affected those with weak wills. Strong-willed individuals could suppress or even resist the cannibalistic urges.

"Did the Foundation try to search for it again?" Skye asked curiously.

Ethan shook his head. "Without the SCP Locator System, finding SCP-323 would be like searching for a needle in a haystack. It's not particularly anomalous in the grand scheme of things—people have cannibalistic tendencies even without SCP-323 in the mix."

Skye laughed, finding the idea both eerie and absurd. Meanwhile, Natasha shared some intelligence she had gathered: "There's some news I should share. The war between the U.S. and the Frost Giants has reached a conclusion."

According to SHIELD insiders, a mysterious sorcerer in yellow robes had sealed off the portal connecting the Frost Giants' world to Earth. Though the U.S. had sacrificed 60,000 lives, the war was finally over—though it was a pyrrhic victory.

Ethan wasn't surprised. If the sorcerers had intervened, it was inevitable that the war would end sooner than expected. Still, he mused to himself, "Why don't you sorcerers focus on defending against dimensional invasions instead of meddling in earthly conflicts?"

The Frost Giants were supposed to be weakening America's strength, but thanks to the intervention of the sorcerers, that plan had been thwarted. However, at least the Americans didn't gain much from the war—aside from a few Frost Giant corpses, they had nothing to show for their victory.

Changing the subject, Natasha mentioned another piece of intel: "S46 asked me to pass along that the long-dormant Church of the Broken God is becoming active again."

Ethan sighed at the mention of the Church of the Broken God. He explained that this religious faction was divided into three branches: the Cogwork Orthodox Church, the Church of the Broken God, and Maxwellism. All were composed of both rational and fanatical members. Ethan didn't take them too seriously—they were a group of self-deluded zealots who believed they could reassemble their god by collecting fragments and ascend to divinity alongside him.

As for their danger, Ethan assured Natasha that the Foundation far outmatched the Church of the Broken God. However, he admitted that the Church had some formidable figures among their ranks, making them more than just a nuisance.