38: Your name is Vivian

Observation Station.

Two A-level Personnel looked at the Calamity Witch gently embracing 9527, their faces unable to hide their shock.

Because of an embrace, because of an embrace from 9527, the Calamity Witch actually broke free from the controller's grasp.

It should be known that the controller they were currently using on the Calamity Witch was an A-level containment item!

The Calamity Witch had reached S-level!

The two personnel exchanged glances, their expressions a mix of joy and solemnity.

"Immediately request instructions from the president to further upgrade the Calamity Witch's controller."

"And this 9527, he must not be allowed to leave the Foundation!"

With these two orders issued, only the orderly sound of typing remained in the observation station.

As a D-level Personnel, you became the Calamity Witch's exclusive investigator. All your colleagues perished, and you nearly died as well.

After surviving a terrifying storm, you fainted in the Calamity Witch's arms. At this moment, you felt both the joy of surviving a disaster and a strong yearning for a new life.

You were urgently sent to the Foundation Hospital for treatment. After recovering from your injuries, you received the latest personnel change. This change caught you off guard.

"9527, you have excellently completed your monitoring mission for the Calamity Witch. The Foundation is now making the following adjustments to your position."

An A-level Personnel in a red uniform came to the ward and issued the appointment to Meng Yun:

"9527 is exceptionally promoted to B-level Administrator, fully responsible for the containment and monitoring of the Calamity Witch;

9527 is permitted to enter the Arcane Association for further study as an Arcanist;

Without permission, 9527 is not allowed to leave the Foundation Satellite City and go to the outside world."

He closed the letter of appointment and looked at Meng Yun: "9527, do you understand?"

Meng Yun looked up at this young A-level Personnel: "May I raise a question? I heard that D-level Personnel can end their transformation and return to society after completing a mission."

The A-level Personnel was expressionless: "But you are a B-level Personnel."

Meng Yun remained silent.

Then he suddenly chuckled.

No problem.

D-level Personnel could indeed leave after completing a mission.

But they never guaranteed that a D-level Personnel couldn't be promoted to a B-level Personnel.

And a B-level Personnel was already considered mid-level within the Foundation, typically having the qualifications to access many of the Foundation's secrets.

It was naturally unlikely for such individuals to be easily released back into society by the Foundation.

So be it.

He could still stay with the silver-haired girl and move around in the Satellite City.

Most importantly, Meng Yun finally had the qualification to access Arcane.

Although not perfect, being able to reach this point, he was content.

The B-level Personnel's uniform was yellow.

Meng Yun put on the brand new yellow uniform, feeling a bizarre sensation as if he was wearing an imperial robe to deliver takeout.

Leaving the hospital, Meng Yun followed the instructions through the corridor and went straight to the living area.

Only C-level Personnel and above were qualified to leave the isolated dormitories and enjoy a life with freedom and privacy.

B-level Personnel were already provided with independent apartments, a 100-square-meter three-bedroom, one-living room unit, neither stingy nor generous.

There was no salary here, only living subsidies.

The subsidy for B-level Personnel was one hundred silver coins per month, almost equivalent to ten thousand yuan in the current world.

There were no expenses for housing, water, or electricity, and transportation and food within the standard were reimbursable.

Back at the apartment, Meng Yun took a shower first.

Perhaps due to this body, Meng Yun, who originally had no潔癖, gradually found it difficult to tolerate his own dirtiness.

"Responsible for guarding and supervising the Calamity Witch..."

Under the shower, Meng Yun pondered softly.

He did not think his job was supervision.

The Calamity Witch was merely a well-behaved little girl.

His job was clearly to gradually transform a girl with a negligible psychological disorder into a normal person.

Yes, he considered himself a psychologist.

Moreover, Meng Yun decided to give his patient a unique name that belonged only to him and her.

"Calamity Witch" or anything similar did not fit her temperament and appearance at all.

At the very least, she should be called a beautiful name like Emilia or Freya.

After washing up, Meng Yun left the apartment and once again came to the Foundation's most heavily guarded place—the Containment Facility.

Stepping through the mithril corridor that shielded the flow of elements, Meng Yun, familiar with the way, arrived at the floor where the Calamity Witch was contained.

But he no longer needed to go through the disinfection room to enter that secret chamber; he only needed to go to the office on the lower floor.

From here, he could easily observe the girl opposite through special glass.

However, unfortunately, the Calamity Witch was currently placed in a coffin, sleeping.

Looking at the green C-level Personnel who was working, Meng Yun asked:

"What is this coffin for?"

"Reporting, sir, this is a B-level containment item called the Coffin of Slumber. It can keep any substance placed inside in the same state as when it was put in, and it also has a forced sleep effect."

"Is that girl in there?"

"That girl..." The C-level Personnel paused: "You mean the Calamity Witch? Yes, she is."

"I don't like that title. Don't say it again from now on." Meng Yun frowned slightly, then issued an order: "Now, open the coffin lid."

"Sir, this..." The C-level Personnel showed a troubled expression.

Outside of observation hours, the Coffin of Slumber was not allowed to be opened.

Clearly, Meng Yun's order had violated the C-level employee's work guidelines.

"Is it this button?"

Seeing the other party's expression, Meng Yun firmly pressed his finger down.

Across the glass, the coffin lid suddenly began to loosen.

Meng Yun walked straight through layers of protective doors, entering the containment room without any protection.

This caused the C-level staff to be greatly alarmed.

It seemed he would soon be welcoming a new superior.

As Meng Yun stepped into the containment room, the Calamity Witch also happened to sit up from the coffin.

She opened her blank, empty golden eyes, and an invisible storm was already gathering around her.

Suddenly, a figure abruptly appeared before her eyes.

Almost instinctively, an endless, violent and terrifying pressure surged out, poised to attack the intruder.

Meng Yun did not dodge or evade. Possessing an unyielding will, he was not afraid of this pressure that could cause others to mentally collapse.

More importantly, he was certain that this girl would not harm him.

There was no reason, he just believed it so strongly.

Just as the storm was about to cut into Meng Yun's head, the wind stopped.

"It's you." A calm, clear voice resonated in Meng Yun's mind.

But he still heard a deeply hidden glimmer of anticipation, and joy, and lingering fear.

Fear of what?

Fear of accidentally killing him? Just like any other human?

Meng Yun came before the girl, squatting down as if he were the most devout knight before a princess's throne.

"Let's reintroduce ourselves. My name is Meng Yun.

Can you tell me your name?"

Name?

The Calamity Witch looked at Meng Yun, her calm eyes showing confusion and incomprehension.

The Calamity Witch was just the Calamity Witch.

Or the jinx, the containment item, the... as others called her.

Perhaps a long, long time ago, when she was just born, she was also given a name by her parents.

But now, after being transformed into a containment item, she had long lost her name.

After all, she was just an item, a weapon, a tool that anyone could use.

"I... have no name.

You, Meng... Yun, can you give me one?"

Listening to the voice in his mind, Meng Yun smiled slightly:

"Then you shall be called Vivian.

Vivian?"

"Vivian...?"

The Calamity Witch tilted her head, her eyes filled with an emotion she herself did not understand.

An item, once given a name, gained a connection.

She was no longer a cold, inanimate noun, but something with warmth, with a name.

She was Vivian.

Vivian, belonging solely to her namer, Meng Yun.