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Silence.
An eerie, heavy silence spread across the live broadcast.
The entire Marvel world stared at the screen with wide eyes. Shock, awe, and an unknown fear gripped every viewer.
One second…
Two seconds…
Then, on the third second, the livestream chat exploded with excitement.
> "What the hell?! Is this real?!"
> "That attack—was that a nuclear strike or something even stronger?!"
> "She nearly wiped out the whole city with one hit!"
> "Insane! The whole world's gone insane!"
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S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
All agents stood still, frozen in front of the screens. Even hardened agents with years of battle experience were stunned.
Nick Fury's fists clenched as he stared at the footage.
As the Director of S.H.I.E.L.D., he had faced alien invasions, worked alongside superhumans, and even fought cosmic threats. But what he had just seen from D-77777—Monica—shook even him.
That was a god-level weapon strike.
An entire city nearly gone in one moment.
It was destruction unlike anything Earth had ever seen from a human. No superhero, no alien, no monster had ever unleashed something like that in such a pure, overwhelming way.
It wasn't just an attack.
It was a message. A warning. A declaration of power.
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At Kamar-Taj, the brightness of the blast flooded the screen.
The apprentices had to look away, shielding their eyes. But the Ancient One stood still, staring into the white glow with trembling eyes.
"This isn't magic," she whispered, "but it's something far beyond even that…"
To her, Monica had gained a power unlike any mutant or magician before her. And this raised a chilling question in her mind—
"What about James?"
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As if answering her, dark clouds rolled over the ruins of Old Vegas.
A soft, steady rain began to fall on the charred remains of buildings and streets.
In Monica's ear, a voice screamed through her comms:
"They're coming! Hundreds of Foundation soldiers, full armor, tanks, guns—they're storming the west gate! Their commander says they'll capture any survivors and kill anyone who resists! We have to fight, NOW!"
Despite the exhaustion in her body, Monica's spirit rose again.
She forced herself to her feet.
Around her, people panicked. Some shouted, others cried.
Then, a second voice came through:
> "I'm establishing a telepathic network. You can lead us with your thoughts. I'll also scan the minds of the enemy. But first—I'll handle their helicopters. Be strong, my Queen. Lead us to freedom."
The message cut out.
Monica slammed her fist into the ground and stood tall.
And with that, the defenders of Old Vegas went silent, awaiting her commands.
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"All combat units, to your stations!" she shouted.
"Captains, use Norman to organize our defense at the west gate!"
"Maintenance crews, dig back from 55th Street—rip the road open! Stop those damn tanks!"
"Ghost, get eyes on their movements—report every ten minutes!"
"Battle Team, move now! Take positions in square formation!"
Her voice echoed like thunder.
"This is NOT a drill. It's WAR! Show those bastards they can't take Vegas without burning in hell for it!"
Old Vegas erupted into roars of defiance.
Civilians and soldiers alike screamed in unity. The ground shook with the sound of resistance.
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Back in the livestream, viewers were glued to the unfolding war.
> "The Foundation's good at capturing anomalies—but can they handle a mutant army?!"
> "Where's James? He has to be involved by now!"
They kept watching, waiting for the Foundation's next move.
To their surprise—
James was nowhere to be seen.
Instead, Monica—Queen of Spades—stood at the front line on 55th Street.
Behind her, a massive wall of automated cannons aimed at the invaders.
The Foundation troops arrived in waves, three times more than Vegas's defenders. They wore thick black armor and gas masks. Their tanks, too wide for the roads, got stuck in the trenches dug by the defenders.
At the front of their force, a tall commander without a mask stepped forward and spoke into a megaphone:
> "Mutants and supporters! The Foundation cannot allow this infection to spread! For humanity's safety, you must surrender! Lay down your weapons and be contained! If you resist, you know the consequences. Please, choose peace."
The Foundation soldiers stood like statues behind him.
But the mutants only sneered.
One large mutant with stone-like skin pounded his fists together, sending tremors down the street.
Another raised a massive steel club and smashed it into the ground, shouting in rage.
Above them, a floating psychic creature with dozens of eyes hovered, linking their minds to Monica.
They stood as one army—united and ready.
Monica's voice echoed into the minds of every Foundation soldier, thanks to Norman's network:
> "We will never kneel! We may be different, but we are still human! And we will DIE before we surrender our freedom!"
> "Come if you must! Bring your hate, your tanks, your fire! We won't step back. We are the Free Federation of Vegas—and we STAND!"
The ground shook beneath her words.
The livestream fell silent again.
---
At that moment, something changed.
Viewers began to question what they had believed until now.
Originally, Monica and her mutant followers were supposed to be villains—violent, infected, dangerous.
But now?
They were defending their home.
They were organizing civilians.
They were shouting for freedom—not chaos.
Some even began to wonder—
Was the Foundation… the real threat?
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Just then, the screen changed again.
But it didn't show Vegas.
It showed a valley—Death Valley.
And in the valley stood James.
He was small, barely visible compared to the colossal shape looming before him.
Gasps filled the chat.
> "That's SCP-3396?!"
> "It's… enormous!"
> "Is James trying to merge with it? Is he going to inject the fluid?"
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Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., the agents couldn't breathe.
Nick Fury's expression turned grim. He had always feared this.
SCP-3396 was too dangerous. Too powerful.
Yes, it gave strength. But it also magnified chaos. Pain. War.
And now James was standing at its entrance…
Watching.
Then—he walked forward.
Into the blue light.
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The O5 Council watched silently.
High in their chambers, the Foundation's leaders stood like statues, watching James disappear into the glowing canyon.
O5-4 spoke softly:
> "This is dangerous. Even if the Snow Mountain Stone Project fails, we still have options... perhaps SCP-2000."
O5-10 turned her head.
> "SCP-2000 is a last resort. A broken [Flower] and only the [Thorn] remains. Rebuilding time may not be possible."
> "Look at the data. The orange area is shrinking—by 2%! We must have courage."
> "Without courage, humans would still be living in caves."
O5-2 muttered:
> "Well, it can't get worse. Let the boy try. He always surprises us."
> "He found the Antimemetics Division."
> "Helped with SCP-239…"
> "He might be reckless… but he's smart."
O5-1, who had stayed quiet, finally spoke.
> "Let's vote."
> "All in favor of allowing James to physically contact SCP-3396, and to shift containment strategy to prioritize neutralizing its spread—say aye."
> "Aye."
> "Yes."
> "Agreed."
One abstained.
> "Too risky… but maybe he'll be better than Clef."
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The vote passed. Unanimously.
And with it…
James stepped into legend.
As the world watched, holding its breath—
A man walked into the abyss, chasing godhood.
But would he become a savior… or something worse?
Only time would tell.
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