Foundation: Recruiting Anime Characters, Containing Supreme

[Due to unknown time protection methods, these paradoxes have not yet caused serious time damage]

The sound ringing in my ears.

Holmes, Luo Ji, and Saiki Kusuo all understood what was going on in an instant.

Simply put, this is a grassland of a group of tribal people who can travel through time.

Dr. Montauk didn't pay attention to the three people's stunned expression, thinking that they had heard of it.

"Openly."

"SCP-3838 is indeed not a classified containment object. A lot of information can be found."

"They mainly live in yurts, and each tribe is ruled by a khan."

“Whatever its size.”

"They all speak the same ancient Turkmen dialect, which was spoken in the region in the 15th century,"

"Economically, SCP-3838 instances primarily rely on milk and meat from goats and sheep, fed by a natural spring located within the boundaries of their physical territory."

Dr. Montauk's mouth curled up.

He said this quite proudly.

“No one else would have thought of that.”

"What's interesting is the history these tribes have gone through."

"Let me tell you about it."

Saiki Kusuo yawned.

He was not very interested in class to begin with, and this uncle seemed to like talking too much.

Instead, it was Holmes and Luo Ji.

He didn't seem bored at all and was listening with great interest.

"Doctor, you say."

"Well, I'll just talk about two of the more valuable ones. First, SCP-3838-4."

Dr. Montauk stroked his chin and smiled.

"They are the tribe known to occupy the most time, are hostile to other tribes and the Foundation, and are shunned by all tribes."

"They are often adorned with human skin, but captured members claim it's simply the skin of SCP-3838-8 members."

"Regardless, their actions have caused them to be resented by other tribes; the only exceptions being the survivors of SCP-3838-7, who maintain a good relationship with SCP-3838-4."

"They are reportedly extremely devoted to SCP-3838-8, attempting to establish a temporal empire to counter it. They often enslave or absorb other tribes."

"They are known to protect a special burial urn containing the body of a fallen enemy."

"Interestingly, oral histories within SCP-3838-2 mention an ancient urn, and older survivors within SCP-3838-7 also mention losing their urn."

Hear the words.

Holmes fell into deep thought.

"urn..."

As a famous detective, he almost couldn't help but use his treasure at this time.

After all, there is so much information in front of us.

If you piece it together.

It will definitely be something very valuable.

But in the end Holmes held back, not because he had good patience.

It's some kind of dangerous intuition.

He didn't dare to act rashly here.

"The second one is SCP-3838-8."

Dr. Montauk shrugged.

"It is said to be a tribe in the distant future, of which even we know very little."

"Other SCP-3838 tribes refuse to speak of them outside of oral history, claiming they are hostile tribes in the 'Great War'."

"The only exception is SCP-3838-4"

“Calling them the enemy above all enemies and the veto is really concerning.”

Speaking of it.

Dr. Montauk suddenly paused.

He took out his cell phone from his pocket, opened a video and put it in front of the three people.

"Until one day."

"The envoy of SCP-3838-4 has chosen to make direct contact with us."

"It was several years after the Devourer of Worlds was listed as the Crimson King that he came into contact with us. I still can't forget what happened then."

"Just take a look."

Holmes, Luo Ji, and Saiki Kusuo were all curious and looked over when they heard what was said.

Although I didn't spend much time with Dr. Montauk.

But this wise scholar.

I will never make such a promise lightly.

Cell phone video recording.

In a specially decorated white room, there are the tribe's messengers and Dr. Montauk.

Sit face to face.

"Hello."

"Tell me what you want. You're lucky we agreed to a visit."

Dr. Montauk was concise and to the point.

He was too lazy to deal with these people, and during the initial contact, some of his men died.

The envoy looked at the man and said calmly.

"We've seen you before."

"You will understand my hesitation to trust you. You captured our people and killed our warriors...."

"We can't forget easily."

Dr. Montauk almost laughed out loud.

"You killed my people too, and you killed our friends in other tribes."

"Is that what you're talking about?"

The envoy shook his head.

"What's the point?"

"I can tell you we have a mission. I can say we attacked for our mission. We took no pleasure in killing our brothers."

"But what happens in the end?"

"That won't convince you. Let's deal with the problem at hand."

Dr. Montauk: So go on. What do you wish to discuss?"

"What do you know about the war? The war that defined our world?"

The envoy asked in a low voice.

Dr. Montauk frowned and shook his head.

"rare."

The envoy sighed heavily.

"That's okay."

"Let me put it another way... imagine we built a prison."

Dr. Montauk raised an eyebrow.

"I don't think you're doing that."

The envoy shook his head upon hearing this.

He patiently explained to Dr. Montauk.

"A prison."

“But on so many levels.”

"If you want to truly lock something down, you have to leave its substance indeterminate."

"You're trapping parts of it in another reality, in another different conceptual existence, in another pocket of time."

this moment.

Dr. Montauk finally got serious.

Those who can say such words are not just ordinary homeless people.

"What is being held captive by you?"

"Yes."

"I need to know more."

Dr. Montauk asked bluntly.

"And I can't offer that to you."

The envoy shook his head seriously.

"For nine centuries we have searched for pastures, children, and women."

"Our years were beautiful and vast. We protected what was ours. Others don't remember. They've forgotten!"

"They just think we are bloodthirsty tyrants."

"They've all forgotten!"

"We are left alone. The Seventh Tribe was the only one left, and they died."

"We need help."

Dr. Montauk was silent for a moment.

He finally asked in a low voice helplessly.

"We do."

"But that's not how it works, and we need to know what we're dealing with."

The envoy's head shook like a rattle.

"No, I'm sorry."

"I-You can stick to your principles all you want, but this is happening."

"Eternal Heaven has orchestrated this."

"If I tell you, we're going to break a promise, a vow we've made."

"We will not disobey."

"If you will not, it will be released."

Dr. Montauk hesitated for a moment.

Finally made the decision.

"What do you want from us?"