The live broadcast room was in an uproar. Moments ago, people were arguing passionately about the nature of divinity and the power levels of beings from different dimensions. But now? Silence fell.
Everyone had just witnessed something that shattered their expectations.
Meet the Divine Enemy...
Will you go crazy the first time?
The comment echoed ominously through the chat interface.
"What? The divine entities in that world are that powerful?" someone asked incredulously.
"Isn't that a bit... exaggerated?" another viewer typed, trying to rationalize the surreal scene they'd just watched.
"Even if it's an evil god, shouldn't there be some limit to what it can do? This is insane!"
Meanwhile, in Asgard...
A resounding scoff came from the God of Mischief himself.
"Nonsense! Utter nonsense!" Loki barked with fury. "How can a mere human define what a god is? That's the height of arrogance!"
His eyes burned with frustration. The concept that a group of humans—especially ones from a different universe—could reduce divinity to a term like "reality distortion" was beyond insulting.
As a deity with immense power, Loki prided himself on being far more than a reality-bending anomaly.
But then, a troubling thought crossed his mind.
According to the SCP Foundation's classification system... he didn't seem to possess memetic resistance.
That meant, by their standards, he was a god without divinity?
The idea gnawed at his pride like rust eating through steel.
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Elsewhere, at Kamar-Taj...
In a quiet courtyard filled with flowing water and the faint scent of incense, a group of apprentices had gathered around the Ancient One, their expressions grim.
"Sorcerer Supreme... is divinity really so... unsolvable?" one of them asked hesitantly.
The Ancient One's calm face briefly faltered, her gaze drifting into the distance.
"That's not something you need to worry about," she answered, voice low and measured.
She knew. Oh, she knew too well.
Gods did exist.
In fact, many gods existed—beings once revered in myths and legends, from the Norse pantheon to the ancient Egyptian deities. They were real, but they no longer existed on the same plane as humans. Their presence was beyond comprehension, beyond space and time.
And her duty? To stop them from returning to Earth.
But what unsettled her now was the Foundation's description.
Had they... seen beings with true divinity?
Had they even—Heaven forbid—contained them?
Her mind drifted to a particular presence she had once sensed—something so vast and alien that it made her very soul tremble. If that being were to descend upon Earth...
Could she still fulfill her duty?
Could she protect humanity?
She wasn't sure anymore.
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Inside the S.H.I.E.L.D. Helicarrier...
Natasha Romanoff leaned back in her seat, fingers steepled in front of her face, deep in thought.
"Memetic infection through sight, sound, even smell..." she muttered. "So that's why the Life Exposure System issued a warning back then. It wasn't just paranoia... it was a memetic defense protocol."
The realization sent a chill down her spine.
Which begged the question—
If the system had activated once already...
What about next time?
Would there be more anomalies with memetic infection capabilities?
Or even worse—
Would they be dealing with a god?
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Back in the SCP world...
The training session had come to an end.
The instructor had delivered a compelling class filled with crisis response measures, best practices, and firsthand accounts. Not only did the Foundation team members benefit, but so did the Marvel universe audience watching from across dimensions.
They now had a glimpse into the true nature of the SCP Foundation—and the terrifying world it operated in.
As the session concluded and everyone prepared to leave, the instructor suddenly called out.
"James. Come with me."
James turned to Jack, who had been waiting for him, and gave a small nod. Then he followed the instructor into a side office.
Inside, the room was dimly lit. There were stacks of files, weapons, and containment gear all around. The instructor stood near a desk, holding a cigarette.
"Want one?" he asked casually, offering James a cigarette.
James politely declined.
The instructor shrugged and lit his own.
Hiss...
Phew...
He exhaled a thick puff of smoke, then turned to James with a small grin.
"This thing's a man's best friend, you know. Helps you forget your fears and stress for a little while. You sure you don't want one?"
James shook his head again.
That made the instructor chuckle. "Got something against smoking?"
James blinked and replied calmly, "Isn't it harmful to your health?"
That made the instructor choke.
"Pfft—cough, cough!" He doubled over, laughing and hacking at the same time. "You... ha! You really got me there!"
Still chuckling, he wiped his eyes and said, "Harmful to your health? Sure—if you live long enough for that to matter!"
The levity faded quickly. The instructor stubbed out the cigarette and turned serious.
"I didn't call you in here for small talk. This is about the SCP-096 breach from last time."
James nodded, his face turning serious.
"You were right. It was a sabotage attempt. The culprit was an enemy agent. He showed someone a photo with SCP-096's face on it."
The instructor held up four fingers.
"Four pixels. Four damn pixels. That's all it took. I doubt the guy even realized what he saw—probably just glanced at the photo, saw a small patch without color, and moved on."
He muttered darkly, "But 096 didn't care. Just four pixels was enough to trigger it."
That left James stunned.
Even the live broadcast room lit up with disbelief.
"Just four pixels? Are you kidding me?"
"That's way too dangerous... who designed this creature?!"
"You're telling me a few blurry pixels can get you killed?!"
The instructor scoffed. "That idiot's been executed already. Or maybe he was demoted to D-class, who knows."
He leaned back and exhaled again. "I didn't expect the Chaos Splitters—those traitors who splintered from the Red Right Hand—to still be pulling stunts like this."
But then, his eyes widened. He slapped himself lightly on the forehead.
"Damn it. Almost said too much."
He gave James a sheepish grin. "Forget what I said. That's classified."
"I understand," James replied calmly.
But someone watching didn't understand.
Nick Fury, still watching the stream back on Earth, cursed under his breath.
"The hell is a 'Chaos Splitter'? And the Red Right Hand? Just how many secret organizations do these lunatics have?!"
He growled in frustration. "I swear, if I could just pull that guy through the screen, I'd make him explain every damn code name he's hiding."
Back in the SCP world...
The instructor looked at James again. "That's all I needed to tell you."
James turned to leave.
"Wait," the instructor called out again.
James turned around, eyebrow raised.
"One more thing."
He reached into his desk and tossed over a file.
"Due to your excellent performance, you've been promoted. You're now a Level 3 high-level agent. Congrats. Your pay just doubled."
James nodded silently.
"And... one last thing."
He winced slightly, as if unsure how to phrase what came next.
"There's a new mission."
James blinked. "What kind of mission?"
The instructor scratched his head and said awkwardly, "Termination order."
"Target?"
"A Level 1 reality bender."
The live broadcast exploded with interest.
"Whoa, we're getting a reality bender mission now?"
"Let's go! This is what I've been waiting for!"
"Fury, get your notebook ready—this might be your chance to study those freaks up close!"
Even Nick Fury leaned in closer, eyes narrowed.
The instructor tossed a small paper over.
"No detailed files. What's the point? This one's fresh—only just hit Phase 2: 'Experimentation.'"
He pointed to the registration notes.
"Incident occurred in the town of [DATA EXPUNGED]. An elderly woman called the police about something strange in her backyard."
"A field agent responded and noticed abnormal Hume readings. Probably a newly awakened reality bender—young, inexperienced, just starting to test their powers."
He leaned forward and smirked.
"Should be good practice."
James scanned the notes.
"One bender, Level 1, minimal experience?"
"With your skills? You could take him down with your eyes closed," the instructor said with full confidence.
James nodded again, deep in thought.
Another mission.
But this time, it wasn't just about containment.
This time, it was about termination.
And across the multiverse, the audience held their breath.
The Foundation wasn't just fighting anomalies anymore.
They were about to go toe-to-toe with reality itself.
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