At Kamar-Taj, silence filled the ancient chamber as the Ancient One watched the trembling screen in disbelief.
"The sopotamian god of air?" she murmured, her brows tightening as she sensed sothing far beyond mortal comprehension.
The green particles swirling around the man in the storm on the screen glowed so densely that they almost beca solid matter.
"This concentration of particles… No—this is beyond Level Five!"
Her mind flashed back to what Dr. Clef once said: Above Level 5 Reality Benders exists a theoretical level—Level 6. Those were not mortals. They were gods.
And the figure raging inside that storm—was clearly one of them.
The Ancient One exhaled slowly, eyes fixed on the monitor as the violent tempest tore across the sky.
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anwhile, the bar that had once been lively was now a scene of chaos. The patrons had fled, leaving only Jas and his two companions crouched behind a toppled table.
"What the hell is this?" Lois grumbled, clenching her fists. "I finally go out to relax and end up in a cosmic disaster?"
Zyn looked nervously toward the storm. "A Level 5 reality bender… that's dangerous, right?"
Jas didn't answer imdiately. He gazed at the man floating drunkenly in the swirling vortex, his face red and swollen from alcohol and a recent bar fight.
In theory, a Level 5 reality warper could reshape matter, rewrite existence, even rival gods themselves.
But this one… got drunk, argued with soone, and blew up half a city block because he lost an argunt.
Jas rubbed his forehead. "This is not the kind of cosmic crisis I was expecting today."
Before anyone could respond, Foundation sirens blared through the streets.
Armored trucks screeched to a halt as the Mobile Task Force Pi-1 "City Slickers" burst into the scene, weapons raised.
Lois exhaled in relief. "At least it's these guys. They know what they're doing."
But the heavily ard agents didn't find a rampaging god—just a drunk man muttering nonsense in a glowing green haze.
The captain approached Jas, confused. "Dr. Jas, is this guy really a Level 5 reality distorter?"
Jas crossed his arms and corrected him calmly. "Fifteen, actually. Or more precisely… beyond Level 5."
The captain blinked. "Excuse ?"
Before he could process that, another agent ran forward with a Kant Counter—the Foundation's device for asuring the stability of reality.
"Boss! You've got to see this!" the man shouted.
The counter's reading blinked red—20,450.
Everyone froze.
Even the audience watching the live broadcast across the Marvel world exploded into chaos.
> "What the hell? Twenty thousand?!"
"That's impossible! Even gods don't reach ten thousand!"
"He's not just a god—he's sothing above it!"
---
Back at Kamar-Taj, the Ancient One's eyes widened in horror.
"Twenty thousand four hundred fifty…" she whispered.
Her entire body trembled as if drained of strength.
A Level 4 warper could twist the physical world. A Level 5 could trigger K-Class end-of-the-world scenarios at will.
So what could sothing beyond that do?
She dared not imagine.
---
In the far reaches of the universe, within the Observer Dinsion, Uatu the Watcher was equally stunned. He had seen countless tilines—entire realities rise and fall—but the energy radiating from that storm was different.
It was law, the fundantal architecture of existence itself.
"He's not just a god," Uatu muttered. "He's… a main deity."
And yet, the irony wasn't lost on him—this main deity was drunk and had started all this over an argunt about free drinks.
---
Back on Earth, Zyn frowned, staring at the collapsing storm. "Wait, if his Hu index is that high, reality around him should be totally destroyed."
The captain looked helplessly at Jas, who was, at this point, unofficially the Foundation's leading containnt expert.
Jas took the counter from an agent and began to explain, voice steady as always:
"Reality benders alter the fundantal Hu field. Normally, our world maintains a balance of 100 Hus—ambient stability. When a reality bender's personal Hu value exceeds that, reality begins to conform to their perception."
He lifted two fingers.
"First—low-level benders distort localized space, maybe a few ters. Their readings hover around 130–150."
"Second—high-level benders, especially Class 4 and 5, can manipulate entire regions. You'll see ambient values of 40, personal values of 300 or more."
The agents nodded, riveted.
"But there are exceptions," Jas continued. "For instance, SCP-343. He doesn't distort external reality—his personal Hu reading is simply infinite. He defines his own existence."
Lois tilted her head. "So… this guy's power is more inward?"
"Exactly," Jas said. "His strength doesn't co from warping reality—it cos from the universe conforming to him."
As he spoke, the readings on the counter began to drop—down to 10,000, then 8,000—slowly stabilizing.
Everyone exhaled in relief.
Even so, the absurdity remained.
A god who got beaten up by ordinary people before activating his powers.
The thought alone made half the audience in the Marvel world laugh out loud.
---
Later, at Foundation Headquarters, Jas was escorted into the O5 Council Chamber.
O5-2 greeted him with an exhausted sigh. "Dr. Jas, you really do have a knack for attracting chaos."
O5-10 added sharply, "We've reviewed your request regarding SCP-3740. The Council has… reluctantly approved it."
Jas arched a brow. "That was quick."
The O5 mbers exchanged uneasy glances. O5-2 leaned forward. "Before you proceed, there's sothing you need to understand."
"Go on," Jas said calmly.
"SCP-3740 isn't a Level 5 reality bender," O5-2 said.
Jas's expression didn't change.
"It's Level 8."
The words hit like thunder.
The entire Marvel audience watching from the connected multiverse feed went dead silent.
Level Eight? That was supposed to be impossible.
Even the Ancient One gasped, her hands trembling. "Level Eight Reality Warper… that's beyond divinity."
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D. headquarters, Nick Fury froze mid-sip of coffee.
He muttered, "If Level Five can destroy reality, what the hell can Level Eight do? Rewrite creation?"
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Jas, however, remained calm—almost bored.
O5-10 frowned, uncertain whether he understood the gravity of the situation. "We need your containnt plan," she said. "Imdiately."
Jas looked her straight in the eye and replied with a single word: "Lie."
"...What?" O5-10 blinked.
Jas shrugged. "Lie to him."
The Council mbers exchanged incredulous looks.
Then, seeing their disbelief, Jas elaborated.
"When SCP-3740 awakened during initial containnt, he was lucid for a brief mont. I told him I was the God of the Supernatural Space."
"And he believed you?" O5-10 asked, incredulous.
Jas nodded. "He was terrified."
The chamber went silent for several seconds.
Then, an agent in the back snorted, unable to hold back laughter.
O5-10 glared. "Are you telling you contained a Level Eight god… with a lie?"
"Exactly," Jas said, expression unreadable. "I told him I controlled the laws that governed him—and he submitted."
---
The Marvel audience erupted.
> "WHAT?! HE BLUFFED A GOD?!"
"He literally gaslighted a deity into submission!"
"Jas is the real god here!"
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D., Natasha Romanoff burst out laughing. "Turn on a light, call yourself a god, and the cosmic drunk buys it? That's legendary!"
Nick Fury shook his head in disbelief. "Remind never to play poker with this guy."
---
O5-10, anwhile, sat frozen, her expression cycling from shock to disbelief to reluctant admiration.
"No wonder SCP-3740 didn't escape," she murmured. "He actually thought you were a god."
"And where is he now?" O5-2 asked.
O5-10 replied softly, "He asked a guard for directions to 'the Dread Mathers of Hadrian's Prison.'"
Everyone turned to Jas. His lips curved into a faint, knowing smile.
The audience filled in the silence themselves:
"That's ."
Laughter and applause filled the Marvel networks.
Even the Ancient One found herself chuckling softly. "A lie powerful enough to deceive a god… perhaps truth itself bends to belief."
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In the following hours, the Foundation formally adopted Jas's proposal, naming it the Olympus Protocol—a containnt thod that relied not on force or technology, but on deception and psychological dominance over divine entities.
Under his guidance, the Foundation began constructing specialized chambers designed not to hold gods—but to convince them they were already bound by Jas's divine law.
And thus, from that day forward, Jas—the man who lied to a god—was recognized across dinsions as the "God of the Supernatural Space."
He had ascended—not by power, but by wit.
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