Breaking open the fruits was a delicate operation—one mistake and I could destroy the very thing I risked my life for. So I dismantled them layer by layer, using micro-telekinesis and surgical scans to map every fiber before making a single cut. And when I finally reached the center…
There it was.
A core.Seeds.Viable, potent, radiating a kind of divine energy that felt older than the universe itself.
Exactly what I wanted.
I couldn't help smiling—actually smiling—as I stared at the tiny miracles sitting in my palm. Seeds from the Tree of Life and the Tree of Knowledge. The kind of thing people would go to war for. The kind of thing civilizations would burn over.
And I had them.
Without wasting another second, I used Flying Thunder God to teleport straight back to Site-999. I'd prepared a secure section of the base weeks ago, just in case this insane plan worked. But now that the seeds were real in my hands, I needed to make sure the environment was perfect.
Perfection wasn't optional—these were biblical anomalies.
I stepped into the empty chamber and immediately started forming hand signs. Fūinjutsu was one of my greatest strengths, and right now it was the backbone of everything I was about to do.
A sealing array flared to life across the walls, floor, and ceiling—intricate spirals of formulae designed to regulate:
temperature
humidity
airflow
spiritual radiation
anomalous activity
and even time dilation in case the plants preferred something non-linear
One by one, I adjusted the environmental parameters until they were flawless. Not just "comfortable." Not even "optimal."Perfect.
Once the chamber stabilized, I summoned another tool:SCP-The Song of Genesis.
Even with my power, I had to steady my breathing before activating it. This was the kind of SCP that could nudge creation itself. I infused it softly into the space—a gentle harmonic field that resonated with the seeds, encouraging them, guiding them, whispering the earliest script of existence around them.
Life responded.Reality leaned forward.
I placed each seed gently into nutrient-rich soil, its composition engineered down to the molecular level. Using telekinesis, I watered them with precision—no more, no less. Every droplet was measured. Every grain of soil analyzed. Every energy field calibrated.
Then I stepped back, letting the seals stabilize their environment and letting the Genesis Song breathe around them.
These seeds weren't just going to grow.
They were going to thrive.They were going to become the first new Trees of Eden ever planted outside of 001's domain.
And I was going to make sure they grew perfectly.