[Foundation] — [System] — [Refreshing Story] — [Containment Team] — [No Female Lead]

Human beings have been living for 250,000 years, but only the last 4,000 years are meaningful.

So what have we been doing for nearly 250,000 years? We've been hiding in caves, sitting around small campfires, fearing things we don't understand—explanations of how the sun rises, monsters with human heads and bird bodies, living stones. So we call them "gods" and "demons," and ask them for forgiveness and pray for salvation.

Then, their numbers decreased, and our numbers increased. As we feared fewer things, we began to view the world more rationally. However, the inexplicable things did not disappear, as if the universe deliberately chose to appear absurd and inexplicable.

Humanity can no longer live in fear. Nothing can protect us; we must protect ourselves.

While others live in the sunlight, we must fight them in the shadows and prevent them from being exposed to the public eye, so that others can live in a rational, ordinary world.

We control, we contain, we protect.

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[An anomaly detected; system activated]

[Identification code: 001]

[The current top leader of the foundation has been confirmed as Wu Feng]

[Please take on the important task of the Foundation for the Reconstruction of the Universe]

[Our Last Hope]

During the freshman orientation class at the Royal Capital Magic Academy, a professor addressed the students below the podium: "Magic isn't just about unleashing a cheap fireball with a staff." "Potions, scrolls, runes... mastering any one of them is enough to call yourself a magician." Only one? Roy glanced at the rows of spells, magical items, potions, magic swords, and other magical creations in his mental magic database and couldn't help but raise his hand: "Professor, what if I mastered them all?" The professor turned to Roy: "Then you can call yourself a Grand Archmage."

Lowe: "Um, Surtr, how do you use this 'Leivatin'?" "Lowe, watch carefully, I'll only teach you once." "The power of fire, it's used like this." A tall demon appeared behind Surtr, its arms outstretched, grasping the two-meter-long greatsword. "Leivatin!" Talulah: "Don't you Rhodes Island people have your own Originium Arts?"