Livestream? Multiverse? Past and Future?
The mechanical, emotionless voice left Tony Stark and the others stunned into silence. Their brains struggled to process the sheer scale of the concepts being thrown at them. It was beyond impossible—it was beyond imagination.
What they didn't know was that they weren't the only audience.
Through the colossal screens hovering in the sky, everything happening inside the "Livestream Room" was being broadcast to the outside world. The System's announcement had rung out clearly over the golden spires of Asgard and the training grounds of Kamar-Taj.
In an instant, shockwaves of terror and awe swept through two worlds.
"The Multiverse? What does that mean?"
"Streaming the future? That... that's impossible!"
Asgard. The Throne Room.
"Hmph."
Odin's single eye narrowed, his pupil contracting into a pinprick of intense focus. His expression, usually one of unshakeable kingly authority, turned grave.
This mysterious System had not only abducted his son right in front of him but now claimed to hold dominion over time itself.
Even as the King of the Nine Realms—a Skyfather-level being—Odin could not peer clearly into the future. If this System could truly broadcast events that had not yet come to pass, its power was terrifying.
Just how powerful is this entity?
Kamar-Taj.
"The future...?"
Master Mordo drew a sharp breath, turning instinctively to the Sorcerer Supreme. "Master, could this be the work of the Eye of Aga—"
The Ancient One raised a hand, cutting him off. Her face remained as tranquil as a still lake, but her actions betrayed her urgency.
She raised her right hand, weaving a complex sigil in the air.
Responding to her command, the Eye of Agamotto hanging from her neck whirred open. The emerald light of the Time Stone flooded the courtyard.
But then, the Ancient One's eyes widened. A soft gasp escaped her lips.
"How?"
She had activated the Time Stone to verify the System's claims, to peer into the river of time.
She saw nothing.
It was as if a heavy curtain had fallen. Ever since the screen appeared, the future of this universe had dissolved into chaotic static. It was blurred, indecipherable, unknowable.
For the first time in centuries, the Ancient One was flying blind.
"Unbelievable..."
She took a deep breath, her heart hammering against her ribs. She was now certain: the force that had taken Stephen Strange possessed mastery over the Time Domain.
More than that... it was powerful enough to suppress an Infinity Stone.
Recalling the System's mention of the "Multiverse," a profound unease settled in her soul.
Is the entity behind this a Multiversal being? Or something even higher?
A Multiversal entity could traverse parallel realities at will, creating or destroying universes like a child plays with sand. And if it was something beyond that... its power was truly beyond the comprehension of language.
Suddenly, the mechanical voice resonated again.
[INITIATING SPECIAL GUEST INVITATIONS FOR THE CHAT STREAM.]
[USER JOINED: THOR ODINSON]
[USER JOINED: BARON MORDO]
"Chat stream?"
Inside the white void, Tony and the others looked around in confusion.
Before them, a translucent holographic interface materialized. At the bottom of the main screen, lines of text began to scroll upward like a live feed.
[Thor Odinson: LOKI! Brother, I can see you on the screen!]
[Thor Odinson: Do not fear! Father and I will rescue you and bring you back to Asgard immediately!]
[Loki Odinson: Who is afraid? And for the record, I didn't ask for your help...]
[Tony Stark: Is this... are we typing with our minds? This feels weird.]
[Baron Mordo: Thor? Loki? Are you implying you are the Norse gods of Asgard?]
[Stephen Strange: Master Mordo, do you recognize these names?]
[Peter Parker: Gods? Wait, actual gods exist? (⊙_⊙;)]
[Baron Mordo: Not exactly. You can think of them as extraterrestrials with advanced abilities.]
[Loki Odinson: Watch your tongue, mortal. Do not try to define Divinity with your primitive understanding.]
Before the argument could escalate, the main screen darkened, and new text appeared.
[NOW PLAYING: AVENGERS: INFINITY WAR]
[SCENE: THE COMING OF THANOS]
"Thanos?"
Reading the title, Odin's grip on Gungnir tightened.
As the protector of the Nine Realms, his duty was to shield his domains from cosmic threats. Years ago, the Mad Titan Thanos had attempted to encroach upon Midgard (Earth), and it was Odin who had personally intervened to drive him back.
He knew the Mad Titan well.
If this broadcast is truly the future... is that monster planning to return?
[VIDEO START]
[Deep space. The stars are silent.]
[Two ships hang in the void. One is massive, a predator of twisted metal. The other is burning.]
[The smaller vessel, the Asgardian refugee ship The Statesman, is broadcasting a desperate plea on all frequencies.]
["This is the Asgardian refugee vessel Statesman... We are under assault... We request aid from any vessel within range... We are not a warship... repeat, this is not a warship..."]
[The plea is ignored. The massive Sanctuary II fires, its cannons tearing through the hull of the Statesman without mercy.]
[Cut to: Interior.]
[It is a slaughterhouse. Flames consume the corridors. Bodies of Asgardian families litter the floor.]
[Heimdall, the all-seeing Guardian, lies broken on the ground, struggling to draw breath. He cannot move.]
[A shadow falls over the scene. A towering purple figure walks through the carnage. In his right hand, he drags the God of Thunder.]
[Thor is battered, bloody, and defeated. He is missing an eye.]
[Thanos stops before Loki. He raises his left hand, revealing a golden gauntlet. Set within the knuckles, a purple gem pulses with infinite power.]
[Thanos smiles, a cold, humorless expression. "Dread it. Run from it. Destiny arrives all the same. And now, it is here. Or should I say... I am." ]
Silence.
In the Great Hall of Asgard, the silence was suffocating.
Thousands of gods and warriors stood frozen, the only sound the collective intake of breath.
They had gathered to celebrate a coronation. Queen Frigga, the Warriors Three, Lady Sif—everyone was there. But now, the joy had been replaced by a uniform mask of horror.
Shock.
Terror.
Disbelief.
They stared blankly at the screen, jaws slack, unable to form words.
The visual impact was devastating.
Their people—the proud, high-born Asgardians—were being slaughtered like cattle in a slaughterhouse.
And their champions? Thor, the invincible Thunderer, and Heimdall, the Watcher... they looked like broken dolls, bathing in their own blood, moments away from death.
After a few seconds of paralyzed silence, the hall exploded into chaos.
"By Odin's beard! What is happening?!"
"That purple monster... who is that?!"
"Is this our future? Are we all going to die?!"
"Impossible! This is a nightmare! It has to be a trick!"
Panic, raw and uncontrollable, began to claw at the hearts of the Golden Realm.