The audience was still whispering curiously about the mysterious "Olympus Agreent" when the live feed abruptly went dark.
Then—the screen flickered back to life, revealing Jas, Lois, and Zyn seated inside a sleek Foundation conference room.
For a mont, the viewers were silent. Then realization struck like thunder—Jas had brought both Lois and Zyn directly into the Olympus Protocol plan!
But this ti, it wasn't Jas speaking. It was Lois.
She stood tall, cleared her throat, and adjusted her coat. Jas gave a small nod from the side, his expression calm and unreadable. Encouraged, Lois marched up to the podium, full of confidence.
"Ahem! Dear Supervisors, Site Directors, and Containnt Research Leaders of Site-81, good day. On behalf of Dr. Jas, I'm here to present a report on the Mount Olympus Protocol."
The conference room was packed to the brim with senior officials. Every face was serious, every pen poised. Lois, trying to keep her voice steady, stole one more glance at Jas—his eyes were cold but steady.
Taking a deep breath, she continued.
"This mo is being issued because, as you've noticed, we rescinded this morning's order for additional containnt procedures."
A few old doctors nodded cautiously. Lois caught it and smiled. "Normally, we'd never hold back when it cos to reality benders—especially Level 8 ones. Standard protocol says we use real firepower. But this ti," she raised a brow, "we don't need to worry."
So of the older researchers frowned, raising their hands to question her, but Lois cut them off smoothly.
"You might be thinking, 'Dr. Lois, why on earth would we remove all restraints from an entity capable of blowing the roof off Site-81? Isn't this reckless?'"
The raised hands froze midair.
Lois smirked. "The answer is yes—it's reckless. But we got lucky. Sotis, reality bends in your favor. And this ti, that curveball ca gift-wrapped."
Her voice turned serious. "Here's the thing—SCP-3740 is the most gullible being we have ever encountered. He's not just harmless—he's downright stupid."
The room went dead silent. A few scientists exchanged disbelieving looks. Lois added with a straight face, "I'm not joking."
She went on, clearly enjoying the mont. "One of our agents rubbed static electricity on his hands, told 3740 his na was Bliss, the God of Pure Energy. Guess what? The entity still calls him Lord Bliss to this day."
The audience was frozen.
Lois chuckled. "Another agent—Jim Oppenheir—told him he had slain a thousand n and betrayed his brothers. Now 3740 calls him Aldous Manhattan the Enemy Slayer. Ridiculous? Absolutely."
The conference room burst into quiet laughter, but the live broadcast audience lost control entirely.
"HAHAHA, no way!"
"Jas is a genius! A Level 8 reality bender fooled by bedti stories?"
"'Enemy Slayer'? I can't breathe!"
"For once, SCPs aren't terrifying—they're just dumb!"
anwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters, agents stared at the screen, speechless.
Natasha Romanoff finally broke into laughter. "God, I haven't laughed this hard in years."
Nick Fury sighed and rubbed his temples. "I thought we were dealing with a planet-ending threat… and this man solved it with roleplay?"
Even the Ancient One in Kamar-Taj looked stunned. A Level 8 reality bender could rewrite Earth's fate, yet Jas had tricked him into submission? "Utterly absurd," she muttered, though the corner of her mouth twitched in disbelief.
Across the cosmos, in the Observer Dinsion, Uatu himself blinked in confusion. He had expected another K-Class end-of-the-world scenario. Instead—humans outsmarted a godlike being through pure bluffing.
"Unbelievable…"
Back in the conference room, Lois leaned forward with a proud grin.
"So, to summarize, we've been manipulating this entity long enough to convince him that it's critically important not to destroy the containnt area. He's completely content just… throwing drunken parties with our staff."
The researchers could barely contain their laughter now. Lois concluded with mock solemnity, "SCP-3740 believes Dr. Jas to be a supernatural deity known as Dread Mathers of Hadrian Prison—because he knows how to turn lights on and off."
The entire room exploded.
"God help , that's the dumbest thing I've ever heard."
"Does he even understand what he's capable of?"
"This is either brilliant or insane!"
Lois gave a playful bow and strutted off the stage, satisfied.
"How was that?" she asked with a smirk. "I held my ground perfectly before the Supervisors, didn't I?"
Zyn rolled her eyes. "If it weren't for Jas, you'd be mopping floors, not giving speeches."
Lois chuckled. "Respect your betters, Unbroken Angma."
Zyn raised her chin dramatically. "Hmph! I, Eleanora Thunder, Witch of the High Clouds, bow to no one."
Then both of them glanced at Jas, who had remained silent through the entire exchange. The two locked eyes, and in the next second—both burst into uncontrollable laughter.
"Hahaha! This is the best mission we've ever had at the Foundation!"
"I swear, I'm crying—'Dread Mathers of Hadrian Prison'? Genius!"
Their laughter filled the room until a familiar sound of high heels clicking echoed from behind.
O5-10 had arrived.
Everyone instantly composed themselves. The elegant overseer looked at Jas with her usual composed yet curious expression.
"There's no issue with your Olympus Protocol," she said calmly. "But I need a progress report."
Lois straightened up again, producing a docunt from her coat.
"Here it is, ma'am. SCP-3740 currently believes he resides in a fortress called Anglo Castle, which he took over during his… 'heroic drunken blackout.'"
O5-10 frowned slightly. "Go on."
"There are three personnel classes permitted to interact with him," Lois continued.
"First—Servants. He believes they're Elamites or Chaldeans. They must not speak or look him in the eye. As long as they perform their roles, he ignores them completely."
O5-10 nodded thoughtfully.
"Second—Castle Guards. Site-81's security wears dieval armor. He considers them fellow warriors but knows they rank below him. Occasionally, he challenges them to duels—purely physical combat, no powers allowed."
O5-10 arched an eyebrow. Lois grinned. "He's obsessed with not damaging his 'castle.'"
"Third—Gods and Heroes." Lois smiled proudly. "Those are us—the researchers and containnt officers. SCP-3740 believes we are fellow gods. He hosts constant feasts, drinks impossible amounts of alcohol, and tells tales of his imaginary conquests."
O5-10 looked between Lois and Jas, speechless. Her expression silently said: You've got to be kidding .
The audience in the livestream went wild again.
"Oh my God! He's literally playing Dungeons & Dragons!"
"Servants, Guards, and Gods? He's running a whole fantasy roleplay!"
"Now I understand why they call him the 'Stupid God.'"
Jas finally spoke, his voice calm and steady.
"As you can see, SCP-3740 is… a foolish god."
O5-10's lips twitched. "So that's why you requested to rena the file to 'Stupid God.'"
Lois jumped in eagerly, raising her hand. "That was my idea!"
Zyn groaned and took a step back.
O5-10 sighed and composed herself. "Take to him. I need to assess the containnt chamber personally."
So the group—Jas, Lois, Zyn, and several guards—marched toward the containnt site. As they walked, Jas briefed her quietly.
"To date, more than a dozen agents and researchers have convinced SCP-3740 of their divine status by performing small 'miracles.' He has given each of them titles of gods or heroes."
Then, on the live feed, the SCP-3740 project file appeared.
[Item #: SCP-3740]
[Object Class: Keter]
[Threat Level: EKHI]
[Risk Level: 2 (Caution Required)]
[Project Na: "Stupid God"]
The audience erupted with disbelief.
A Level 8 reality bender, tricked into thinking he lived in a dieval castle surrounded by gods and servants—contained not through power, but through imagination.
And at the center of it all stood Jas—'Dread Mathers of Hadrian Prison,' the god who could turn lights on and off.
For the first ti, the world saw that wit could be mightier than godhood.
And the Foundation, once again, survived—
not by fear… but by laughter.
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