The audience in the live broadcast room felt conflicted after hearing that.
On one hand, as ordinary people, they naturally didn't want to encounter Type Greens—reality benders—who could warp the world around them at any time. They didn't want to become victims of such distortions.
On the other hand, the policy of "better to kill the wrong person than let one escape" felt unbearably cold-blooded.
> "We disagreed in principle and couldn't accept such a plan. That's why only the GOC ultimately implemented the Ichabod Project. Clef was one of them."
As Dr. Kondraki spoke, he sighed.
Obviously, if Lily was the source of pain,
then Clef, as a GOC agent, was the fuse that ignited the tragedy.
---
"In the 1980s, during the peak of the Ichabod Project, the GOC exterminated roughly 75% of all Type Greens. Since then, such eliminations have been heavily restricted."
When he mentioned the bloody statistics, Dr. Kondraki's tone grew heavy.
"The average lifespan of a 'wild' Type Green—one not influenced, monitored, or protected by any organization—is about nineteen years. By that age, most have already reached Stage Four and brought about their own destruction."
His eyes dimmed.
"In the 1980s, however, the average lifespan was only eight years—because that's when Ichabod would find them… and kill them. And we just stood by and watched."
---
The audience in the live broadcast room finally couldn't hold back.
> "What the hell? 75% of reality benders were killed?"
"And they were executed as soon as they were discovered—whether or not they'd hurt anyone?! Their average life expectancy was eight years?!"
"That's insanely cruel…"
"Cruel? You've had it too easy! The world's constantly invaded by anomalies, and you still want to sympathize with the ones who bend reality itself?"
---
On the screen, Dr. Kondraki raised his head. His weary eyes carried a painful weight.
He bit the cigarette between his lips and muttered, "It was during that time… that Clef's daughter was born."
The story had finally reached its climax—
The Tide of Destruction.
Dr. Kondraki's tone grew calm, but his words became increasingly terrifying.
---
"On the day of the Cornwall Incident 680, Commander Coda led a team to hunt down a Type Green. They didn't know that this person… was Lily."
He spoke solemnly.
"For the past nine months, Clef's agents had been disappearing in that region. At first, they were sent for routine Hume tests—and never returned. The investigation led to a small town… but every new team vanished the same way."
"After losing multiple squads, suspicion finally centered on a small lakeside house with a flower shop on the ground floor."
"SCP-4231?" Leon asked.
Dr. Kondraki nodded.
"On July 30th, the Hume levels there began dropping rapidly. When they arrived, heavy rain flooded the entire town… and inside SCP-4231, a little girl was born."
---
Even the slowest viewers understood—
something was very, very wrong.
The rain.
The flood.
The birth.
It was a sign of something catastrophic—
a collision of natural and unnatural forces.
Reality benders, the Scarlet King, the GOC—
When all three appeared together, there could only be one outcome.
Disaster.
---
"Clef later told me…" Dr. Kondraki said quietly.
"When he touched the baby's hand, she gripped his finger with her tiny ones. Clef felt a surge of protectiveness he hadn't experienced in years. For the first time, he wanted to cry. He named her Mellie."
Even the ever-cynical Dr. Kondraki showed a trace of warmth in his eyes.
"In that moment of confusion, Clef began to imagine that maybe… maybe everything could still be saved."
He sighed deeply.
"Poor Clef. He desperately wanted everything to return to normal."
"He imagined a beautiful future: Lily no longer violent, their powers suppressed, a happy family together. He would keep working for the GOC, but at least he'd have a reason to come home."
He shook his head. "What a pity…"
---
That one word—pity—stabbed at the hearts of everyone watching.
It meant the opposite of hope.
---
"Clef knew exactly how dangerous Lily had become. He prepared himself to kill her before she reached the point of no return… but he truly, desperately didn't want to."
Leon murmured, "Could he really do it? Kill the mother of his child?"
Dr. Kondraki's gaze was calm but cold.
"Mellie couldn't save Lily—because Lily was beyond saving."
He drew in a breath of smoke.
"It's a fact: depraved, abusive people don't become better by having children. Their children, after years of neglect and pain, often grow into the same monsters."
The audience could feel Clef's agony without even seeing it.
He had no choice.
He did it…
for himself,
for his daughter,
and even for Lily—to end her torment.
---
Only now did the truth sink in:
Lily had died at the hands of her husband, Clef.
She had died… out of love.
---
On-screen, Dr. Kondraki's expression turned grave.
"The situation outside was worsening by the second. The floodwater filled the flower shop and began seeping into the basement where Lily's victims were kept."
"At that time, the GOC forces were closing in. Forty-eight people had already died at her hands—but Clef still knew nothing."
The mental image was chilling.
The entire livestream fell silent.
---
"Clef told Lily he loved her," Kondraki continued.
"But Lily noticed the boiling water creeping under the door. She tried to say something, but Clef's instincts as an Ukulele agent kicked in. He grabbed his gun… and she died."
He didn't say where Clef shot her—nor did he dwell on the fact that Lily was a powerful and dangerous reality bender who had killed nearly fifty people, or that she'd been trying to summon the Crimson King.
No gunfire was shown on screen—
yet the audience could hear it in their minds.
A deafening echo that silenced both worlds.
---
"Clef grabbed his crying newborn and fled from the rising water," Kondraki said in a low, trembling voice.
"He ran for eighty hours straight through his endlessly expanding home—fleeing the boiling flood, then the heavily armed Foundation agents. He ran from the Crimson King beneath the lake… and from his daughter's dead mother. He only stopped when the Foundation tranquilized him."
The words fell, and both worlds went quiet.
No one could speak.
---
The audience stared blankly at the screen.
A twisted love story,
a tragedy born from obsession—
buried forever beneath official secrecy.
Now, they finally understood the origin of SCP-166,
and the true face of Dr. Clef.
He was no longer just a mysterious, cruel scientist—
his contradictions suddenly made sense.
---
Yes, Lily was a monster.
But she was also cursed.
Her power was vast, yet never enough to fill the void inside her.
And the only man who ever loved her…
was forced to end her suffering with his own hands.
---
> "Hah… it feels like waking from a long nightmare."
"Yeah. Clef's story is so tragic. He killed the woman he loved—and his only daughter became an SCP."
"Who could've guessed Lily would be corrupted just by performing a ritual?"
"These supreme beings are everywhere…"
---
Kamar-Taj
After hearing Clef and Lily's story, the Ancient One sighed softly.
She knew the terror of the Crimson King better than anyone.
Once a supreme god like him entered a story—
that story could only end in tragedy.
Just like the Starfish of Space,
the Antimemetics Division,
and the endless misfortunes caused by SCP-1440 and the Three Brothers of Death.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
The agents were silent.
Nick Fury's expression was heavy.
The story had ended, and most mysteries were finally resolved.
But Clef's fate left him sighing.
And yet… he remembered the question that had haunted him before all this—
> What exactly did Dr. Clef ask Leon Lake to do for him?
---
On the screen, Leon sat in deep thought.
Dr. Kondraki stared blankly into space, then waved his hand tiredly.
> "Go help him, if you can. Even though Clef's a bastard… his love isn't."
Leon picked up the file and replied calmly,
> "I understand."
The screen faded to black.
---
When Leon appeared again, he was already at Site-19.
The audience gasped, then erupted in excitement—
Because this was where SCP-166 was contained!
---
Under countless watchful eyes, Leon passed through several containment sectors until he reached Biological Containment Area C.
An elderly priest walked beside him.
"Gaea is a very kind child," the priest said gently. "Her years in the convent have made her a devout Catholic."
He smiled warmly. "I'm Father David. I meet with her every two weeks."
"Thank you, Father," Leon replied.
Together, they stopped at the door of SCP-166's containment chamber.
---
Pssst—
With a soft hiss, the airtight door slid open.
Leon and Father David stepped inside.
And finally—
after endless anticipation—
SCP-166 appeared on the screen.
The live chat exploded instantly.
> "WTF?! Is she really a reindeer girl?!"
"Oh my god, she's gorgeous—like an elf straight out of a fantasy painting!"
"Does someone this beautiful actually exist?"
"Nuwa, are you there? I'm too ugly to live after seeing this!"
Even the hardened S.H.I.E.L.D. agents were stunned.
Even Natasha Romanoff couldn't help but widen her eyes.
---
On-screen, a beautiful girl stepped into view.
She was about 1.65 meters tall, with shoulder-length flaxen hair.
Faint dots of bioluminescence shimmered between her locks.
Her skin was paler than snow.
And her eyes—glimmering with starlight—looked like they held entire galaxies.
Her antlers and reindeer traits didn't mar her beauty at all;
instead, they gave her a sense of divine purity and ethereal grace.
She looked less like a human,
and more like a forest goddess who had stepped out of a Nordic oil painting.
---
Huff—
The hiss of the door startled her.
She turned timidly, like a frightened deer.
Then, upon recognizing Father David, her starlit eyes softened.
> "Good morning, Father," she said gently.
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