"Being able to raise a hand and obliterate Cyclops instantly... that means he could just as easily kill me!!"
Storm's face flushed crimson at the realization, the blood rushing to her cheeks in stark contrast to her snow-white hair. Her fingers trembled slightly as she unconsciously reached for her throat, imagining what Thor's lightning would feel like coursing through her body.
And to think… she once considered comparing herself to Thor? Believed her weather manipulation powers were somehow on par with his divine command of the elements?
The thought alone made her want to dig a hole and hide forever, burying herself beneath the very earth she once thought she commanded. Years of confidence in her mutant abilities—shattered in seconds by witnessing true godly power.
Luckily...
Her teammates didn't notice her embarrassment, too wrapped up in their own shocked reactions.
Or rather—
Everyone's attention was completely captivated by the stunning broadcast unfolding in front of them, the holographic display casting an eerie blue glow across their stunned faces.
"Psychic powers?" Jean Grey whispered, her own telepathic senses recoiling at the display of raw power.
"That's no psychic power!" Beast responded, adjusting his glasses as he leaned forward, scientific mind racing to categorize what he was witnessing.
Professor X's brows furrowed deeply into a single line, his wheelchair inching closer to the screen as if proximity might grant him understanding. Decades of encountering and studying the most powerful mutants on Earth had never prepared him for this.
To wipe out Cyclops with a single move—his most disciplined student, a man who could level mountains with a glance—and wield such strange thunder and a hammer... this power was far beyond what any mutant had ever displayed in all his years of research.
"It's just that…" Professor X began, then paused, almost afraid to voice his thoughts.
"Thunder? A hammer? Thor?" he continued, each word heavier than the last.
Professor X stared at the screen, mythical tales beginning to rise in his mind unbidden, stories from ancient civilizations that he had studied during his academic years but dismissed as mere folklore. Now those legends seemed to walk among them, breathing fire into dry pages of history.
"If this is truly Thor," he finally said, voice barely above a whisper, "then everything we thought we understood about the world and our place in it must be reconsidered."
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters
The command center buzzed with frantic activity, but at its center, an island of terrible stillness had formed around Nick Fury.
"Could it be…?" Fury muttered, his single eye narrowed to a slit.
"Is he really… a god?"
Nick Fury's clenched fists, the whiteness of his knuckles visible even against the dim tactical lighting, betrayed his inner turmoil. The veins in his temples pulsed visibly beneath his dark skin as decades of strategic certainty crumbled.
Even the staunch atheist Nick Fury, who had built his entire worldview on cold facts and harder science, began to waver in the face of undeniable evidence!
Words can lie—but actions do not!
The ability to summon thunder and natural disasters with a flick of the wrist, to command lightning as easily as breathing… this wasn't something humans could wield. This wasn't something that genetic mutations or even the most advanced technology could replicate.
Mutants had existed for so long, their powers documented and classified by S.H.I.E.L.D. for decades, and never once had they displayed powers of this magnitude!
If they could, the military wouldn't have dared to oppress them so blatantly. The balance of power would have shifted long ago, rewriting the course of human history in lightning and thunder.
"Director…"
Agent Coulson hesitantly approached, steps measured as if walking toward a caged predator. He handed over a tablet with trembling fingers, its screen displaying ancient manuscripts and comparative analyses. "Thor… seems to actually exist in Norse mythology. The Asgardian God of Thunder—fond of battle and fine drink…"
Fury snatched the device, scanning through pages of information with practiced efficiency despite his inner turbulence.
"His powers? Thunder. Skilled in warfare. Also known as the God of War in some regional traditions…"
"But most importantly!" Coulson continued, finding his courage as he pointed to a specific image on the screen.
"Mjölnir."
"A weapon said to be forged from the core of a dying star, crafted by dwarven smiths in the heart of Nidavellir. And appearance-wise…" he swallowed hard, "it does look exactly like the hammer we're seeing."
He pointed at the thunderous hammer shown in the live footage, where each frame had been enhanced and analyzed by S.H.I.E.L.D.'s most advanced AI systems.
Swallowing hard, undisguised fear flickered in Coulson's usually steady eyes. "Also—the hammer! Our tech team found ancient, fragmented runes engraved on it that no ordinary weapon would bear…"
The hammer sparked with arcs of lightning, and within the blinding glare, one could faintly see cryptic symbols dancing along its surface. High-resolution scanners magnified them, breaking through the electrical interference to reveal patterns that defied modern understanding.
"Data comparison shows…" Coulson's voice dropped to a whisper, as if afraid the gods might be listening, "these fragmented characters share an extremely high similarity to Norse runes documented in artifacts dating back to the 9th century!"
That final statement was the nail in the coffin—delivering the last blow to Nick Fury's already shaken beliefs, a man who had built his career on controlling the uncontrollable.
"Mjölnir… the hammer of Thor…" Fury repeated, the words foreign on his tongue.
"Could it be…?" His eye darted between screens displaying the battle and the ancient texts.
"Do gods really exist? And are they right here on Earth?!" Nick Fury's voice turned hoarse, and his gaze darkened as his expression grew grim, the implications cascading through his tactical mind.
If Thor existed…
Then could the All-Father Odin exist as well? The one-eyed king of Asgard, master of wisdom and war?
And—
The mythical realm of Asgard—where was it? Hidden in the stars? In another dimension? How many other "gods" might be watching Earth at this very moment?
The shock nearly made Nick Fury question everything he'd built his life around. S.H.I.E.L.D. was designed to protect humanity from threats both terrestrial and extraterrestrial—but divine? That was never part of the equation.
And yet…
This was just the beginning.
The real bombshell hadn't even dropped yet.
"Director!"
"Something's wrong! A talisman has appeared—it's a main quest talisman!" Coulson's voice cut through Fury's existential crisis, pulling him back to the immediate crisis.
The younger agent's fingers flew across a holographic keyboard, pulling up new data streams with practiced efficiency.
Fury was about to scold him—"Why get worked up over a talisman? It's just a lead, not like we're already cashing in rewards…"
But—
The next moment—
Nick Fury looked up and froze, his single eye widening as the implications hit him like a physical blow.
His gaze glued to the screen. Practically suctioned onto it, unable to look away even if he wanted to.
"Animating the inanimate…" he whispered, the words barely audible over the command center's hum.
"The power to bring lifeless objects to life?!"
Chinatown Antique Shop
"Hey, Jackie! What's all that noise outside? Go check it out!"
"Old man can't even get a nap in here with all this racket!"
Uncle's voice carried the weight of years and irritation in equal measure, cutting through the sounds of battle that shook dust from the ancient artifacts lining the shelves of the shop.
As Wolverine and Captain America's battle raged more fiercely outside, their fight spilling from narrow alley to open street, causing widespread destruction—trash cans flying, car alarms blaring, concrete cracking—and Cap slowly being pushed back by the feral mutant's relentless assault—
A hoarse, elderly voice suddenly rang out again, accompanied by the thumping of a wooden cane against floorboards worn smooth by generations of customers.
Bang!
The front door flew open with surprising force for such an ancient piece of wood.
A tall man with thick brows and big eyes was unceremoniously shoved out of the antique shop, nearly tripping over the threshold.
"Huh? What the—?" Jackie Chan stammered, still clutching a duster in one hand and an ancient vase in the other.
"All this noise—is someone filming a movie?" he wondered aloud, carefully setting down the priceless artifact before straightening up to survey the chaos.
Uncle Jackie scratched his head, still dazed after being broomed out by the old man, his hair disheveled and glasses slightly askew. The bright midday sun momentarily blinded him after the dim interior of the shop.
But quickly—
He realized something was very, very wrong.
There'd been no announcements about any film crews nearby—and Uncle would have never allowed filming near his precious shop anyway. And who the heck rips up the concrete pavement just to shoot a movie? The studio insurance would never cover that kind of damage!
Most importantly…
That guy's claws—they didn't look like props at all. No amount of special effects could create that authentic gleam of metal catching sunlight as they sliced through the air. They looked like they grew out of his body naturally, extensions of the man's rage made manifest in adamantium.
"Werewolf?" Jackie's lips twitched nervously, eye darting between the battling figures. "Old man! Something's not right—there's a monster outside!"
Staring at Wolverine, who defied any sense of science Jackie had learned in his archaeological studies, he turned an unhealthy shade of green and took an instinctive step backward.
He definitely didn't want to get dragged into a supernatural brawl. Again. His body still ached from their last encounter with magical forces.
Dealing with talismans tied to the Demon Sorcerer was already a huge headache that kept him awake at night—he didn't need any extra trouble in the form of metal-clawed rage monsters and shield-wielding super-soldiers.
He was just a poor, helpless archaeologist who wanted a normal life!!
"Heh heh~" Jackie forced a smile that didn't reach his eyes.
"You two keep fighting. Don't mind me." He raised his hands placatingly, backing toward the shop door even as his mind screamed in panic.
"Bad luck, bad luck, BAD LUCK!!" His internal mantra pulsed with each heartbeat.
He was just about to sneak away like he'd never been there, rehearsing how he'd explain the destruction to Uncle, when—
Captain America and Wolverine suddenly turned toward him, their battle forgotten in an instant.
Even—
Paused their battle completely mid-strike, Wolverine's claws suspended inches from Cap's vibranium shield.
Because—
In their ears…
A familiar mechanical voice rang out at last, crystal clear despite the chaos around them:
[DING——]
[Talisman clue: Rat]
[Unlocking related info…]
[Please collect the talismans to complete the main quest!]
The notification hung in the air, almost visible in its importance.
[Rat Talisman]
[Represents the Power of Life—grants life to inanimate objects. Allows you to animate anything lifeless!]
[Note: Animated objects gain their own thoughts and consciousness. Their new 'abilities' may align with their form. A toy soldier may fight, while a stuffed animal might adopt the traits of its species.]
A digital map interface unfolded from the main quest panel with a shimmer of blue light, hovering before each participant's eyes like a ghostly compass.
The rat talisman's marker was clearly shown ahead of them, its golden glow pulsing rhythmically, pointing directly toward the antique shop where Uncle had retreated.
But…
More shocking than the sudden quest interruption—
Was the power of the Rat Talisman itself.
The implications struck everyone simultaneously, opening doors to possibilities both wondrous and terrifying.
Live Stream Reactions
"Whoa! Turning still things into living ones? That's INSANE!!" CosmoGamer92 typed frantically, his message immediately swallowed by the flood of comments.
"Is this some kind of scam?" SkepticalScience responded, their profile picture showing a stern woman in lab glasses. "Animation requires a nervous system, musculature, and biological energy processes. You can't just 'wish' these into existence!"
"Even the system's using clickbait now??" LevelUp247 added with a string of laughing emojis.
"This is so unscientific! Do laws of physics not exist in this world anymore?! Newton's spinning in his grave!!" PhysicsPhD ranted, the comment receiving hundreds of upvotes from similarly outraged viewers clinging to their understanding of reality.
"Actually," countered MythologyMaster, "if we're dealing with Norse gods, then we're also dealing with their magic system. According to the Eddas, Thor's hammer itself was enchanted by dwarven magic, so clearly we've already left science behind!"
Online chatter exploded instantly, the view count climbing into the millions as word spread about the events unfolding in real-time.
Not just casual viewers—even the other superheroes watching from their respective locations wore mixed expressions, their worldviews shifting like sand beneath their feet.
Suspicion, awe, and deep contemplation filled their eyes as they contemplated a power that could fundamentally alter the nature of existence itself.
In the Baxter Building, Reed Richards paused his calculations, stretching his neck to an impossible length to get a better view of the monitor. "Fascinating," he murmured. "If this talisman can truly imbue consciousness into inanimate matter, it rewrites everything we understand about the nature of life itself."
Meanwhile, in the depths of the Sanctum Sanctorum, Dr. Strange's meditation was interrupted by a mystical alert. His eyes snapped open, glowing with eldritch energy. "The barriers between realms are weakening," he whispered to Wong. "Ancient powers are awakening that should have remained dormant."
And in a darkened laboratory tucked beneath an unassuming castle in Eastern Europe, a metal-masked figure watched the same footage with calculating eyes. "So," Victor von Doom mused, fingers steepled, "the power of creation itself is now within reach. How... convenient."
The world held its breath, waiting to see what would happen next. For if gods walked the Earth and magic could grant life to the lifeless, then truly anything was possible—and nothing would ever be the same again.