Another year passed in the quiet, dangerous rhythm that had become normal for us. The Foundation grew stronger with every base completed, every anomalous object secured, every upgrade to our technology. Time felt different now—almost meaningless—because of my ageless immortality. Years moved like days, and yet every moment was filled with work that pushed humanity centuries ahead.
And then the system announced the yearly SCP appearance.
The moment the notification popped up, every O5 paused, waiting for the verdict. Some years were peaceful. Others… could end worlds.
This year's SCP made the entire chat fall silent.
SCP‑4001.Alexandria Eternal.
At first, even I froze. I had expected something valuable—maybe even dangerous—but this?
This was beyond anything I could have hoped for.
A library that literally contained a book for every human who ever lived. Past, present, and future.
A library that wrote itself. A library that updated itself. A library that could change lives simply by writing or removing words.
If you erased a disease from someone's book, it vanished in reality.
If you wrote that someone would live another day… they did.
If you wrote that a person would rise from the dead…
Well. Theoretically, they would.
A library that wrote humanity's story—and let you rewrite it.
The system chat exploded.
O5‑2:This is… not something we can treat like a normal anomaly.O5‑8:This breaks causality. It breaks death. It breaks history.O5‑4:If the wrong hands find it, the world ends. Simple as that.
I typed only one thing:
We need someone brilliant. Someone who understands life, death, the body, the soul… someone with the intelligence and ruthlessness to handle this responsibly.
And I already knew exactly who to summon.
Not a soldier.Not a tactician.Not a Marvel genius.
A scientist. A researcher. A master of biology, forbidden knowledge, and crafting immortality.
Orochimaru.
One of the smartest—possibly the smartest—people in the Naruto world. A man who dissected every secret of existence. A man whose understanding of biology, immortality, chakra, genetics, and human potential was unmatched.
Someone like him would treat this library with the seriousness it deserved.
The system activated as I chose his name.
A soft, echoing chime filled the room.
Talent Summoned: OrochimaruStatus: 100% loyalty achievedIntegration: CompletePast-world memories adapted to current universeBelieves chakra is a normal innate talent unique to himBackstory seamlessly integrated into Foundation recruitment recordsAssigned Rank: Level 4 Senior Researcher
When the light faded, he was kneeling before me—calm, composed, already analyzing everything in sight. His yellow, serpentine eyes flickered upward, studying me with a mixture of respect and fascination.
"Overseer‑1," he said in a voice that held both politeness and curiosity. "It is an honor to serve. I look forward to unraveling the secrets you place before me."
Just like that, Orochimaru was one of us.
No schemes.No betrayal.No hidden ambitions except those aligned with the Foundation and with me.
The system's integration was flawless.
And unlike Doctor Bright—who was brilliant but distractible—Orochimaru was the type to bury himself neck‑deep in research and spend decades unraveling every detail of an anomaly.
He was perfect for SCP‑4001.
Securing the Infinite Library
The Watcher immediately dispatched agents across Africa. I didn't have the exact coordinates, but the system assured me SCP‑4001 had appeared near its original location—deep under a warehouse in ancient Alexandria, Egypt.
Within five days, the report came in.
Watcher:We've found it. Exact match for SCP‑4001. Location secured. No civilians observed entering. Awaiting O5 clearance for full penetration.
O5‑2, whose specialty was physical containment and site security, immediately mobilized a strike team. Armed guards. Elite operatives trained with modern tactics. Neuralyzers. Vibranium-lined transport crates.
Everything necessary for a world-ending anomaly.
Orochimaru stood beside me, dressed in a crisp white Foundation research coat. The sight was surreal. His chakra presence was subtle—barely noticeable except to someone who knew what to look for—but the confidence in his posture was unmistakable.
"You will be in charge of this project," I told him. "Your clearance is Level 4. Study the library. Study its rules. Determine its limitations. You report directly to me, and only me."
His eyes glimmered with fascination.
"A library that writes reality… that contains the story of every living human…"His voice was soft, reverent.
"This is far beyond any forbidden jutsu or biological secret I have ever encountered. I will study it with absolute care. And absolute loyalty."
I nodded once. "Good. Because if this is mishandled, the consequences aren't just catastrophic—they could unravel reality itself."
Orochimaru licked his lips thoughtfully, as if the idea excited him.
"This world truly is fascinating. I will not disappoint you."
Entering Alexandria Eternal
O5‑2 and his squad escorted Orochimaru into the underground entrance. It looked like nothing—a dusty, aging warehouse that had been long abandoned. But underneath lay a staircase descending endlessly into the earth.
No lights.No sound.Just a cold draft of impossibly ancient air.
Orochimaru walked with perfect confidence, his hands tucked behind his back. Two guards followed behind him, rifles steady, flashlights trembling slightly from sheer awe.
And then… the stairs ended.
And the library began.
Rows upon rows of shelves stretched infinitely in all directions, filled with identical books. The air hummed with ancient power. Words, written and unwritten, seemed to whisper from the pages. The guards swallowed hard. One nearly fainted.
But Orochimaru?
He smiled.
A slow, intrigued, delighted smile.
"I see…" he whispered. "Each book a life… each life a story… all interconnected… and all editable. A perfect organism of history."
He approached a random shelf, running a hand across the spine of a book. The name shimmered faintly, written in a language no human had ever spoken—and yet, somehow, instantly readable.
Orochimaru opened the book.
The pages wrote themselves in real time. The words updated fluidly as the person lived their life somewhere on the surface.
Fascinating didn't even begin to describe it.
"Researcher Orochimaru," a guard said nervously, "should we proceed?"
He didn't look back.He didn't blink.He was too captivated.
"Yes," he murmured. "We begin immediately. Bring the recording equipment. And contact Overseer‑1. I will need a secure, isolated room built down here. I will not be leaving for a long time."
He wasn't joking.
By the time the guards sent the report to me, Orochimaru had already begun his first experiment.
And deep in Alexandria Eternal, surrounded by infinite knowledge and infinite power…
He was smiling like a child who had finally found the ultimate forbidden textbook.