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"Although a Level One reality bender isn't supposed to warrant the deploynt of elite troops like us," Jack said with a dramatic flair, tapping the side of his brand-new tactical eyepiece, "I gotta admit…"
Knock, knock.
Jack knocked on his visor excitedly, grinning wide. "This kind of equipnt? Now this is what I call elite gear—worthy of the best of the best!"
His face filled the screen, clearly thrilled by the tech. The broadcast audience could now see Jas and the rest of his squad inside a black armored SUV. They were all dressed in newly upgraded battle suits—sleek, reinforced, and laced with integrated tech.
Jack continued his enthusiastic explanation. "ZC-9 Individual Integrated Reconnaissance System," he said proudly, tapping the interface on his visor.
He rattled off the functions like a professional tech rep. "This beauty includes a real-ti data link to monitor environntal radiation levels, Hu index fluctuations, EVE particle activity, and more. It can even collect field samples and perform basic scans without us needing to lift a finger."
The audience in the live feed watched, fascinated, while Jack admired the advanced sniper rifle resting in Jas' arms. The sleek weapon shimred with a faint electric blue glow, humming with latent power.
"But nothing compares to that," Jack said, pointing. "That rifle's the real prize. I'd trade my goggles for it any day."
Soone in the squad chuckled and reminded him, "You better show so respect. That's Boss Jas now, rember?"
Jack grimaced. "Damn it… Still not used to calling anyone 'Boss'."
Jas ignored the banter. He focused instead on the mission briefing glowing across his screen. His expression shifted slightly as he scrolled through the data. A frown crept across his face.
"It's been twelve hours," he muttered, "since the last report was sent from the incident site…"
Crunch.
The vehicle screeched to a halt. They had arrived.
The car door slamd open, and the group stepped out into a small, isolated town nestled deep in the valley. Night had already fallen. The town was eerily quiet. Not a single light glowed in the windows.
Most disturbingly of all—there wasn't a soul in sight.
"What the hell… do people in this backwater go to bed at 6 p.m.?" Jack grumbled, hopping out of the vehicle and scanning the area with narrowed eyes.
He activated the -detection interface on his battle suit and turned toward the center of the town, where an old church lood in the distance.
"For a freshly erged Stage Two reality bender, this is one hell of a masquerade," he said, shaking his head. "A church, huh? Not subtle—but still, it won't hide from the Foundation."
He adjusted his visor and spoke again. "Boss, the Hu reading from that church is only 75 out of 130. Definitely matches the profile of a Level One. That's what our intel says."
He rubbed his hands together, eager. "Let's just go in and clean this ss up."
"No," Jas said firmly, cutting him off. He turned toward the rest of the team, voice calm but commanding. "Start from the first house on the edge of town. We're doing a full sweep—building by building."
S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters – Surveillance Room
"A very sensible choice," Nick Fury said, nodding slightly as he watched the footage from the tactical team's body cams.
Natasha Romanoff smirked, arms crossed. "Sotis caution only wastes ti. If it's just a Level One reality bender, Jas might be overthinking."
Fury gave her a look. "Level One?" he repeated. "Who said it was Level One? Keep in mind, we haven't seen a single civilian since the team arrived."
Natasha raised an eyebrow, suddenly curious. "You think… the target's not Level One?"
Nick Fury's face darkened. "No contact for twelve hours. An entire town silent. It might be worse. Much worse."
Back in the field, Jack was still grumbling as they swept through house after house. So far, they had checked over thirty buildings—every single one empty. No people. No signs of life. No pets. Not even the hum of a refrigerator.
"Okay, this is officially creeping out," Jack muttered. "What kind of town just vanishes? No lights. No power. No people. What—are they all at so midnight mass?"
That last comnt made Jas freeze.
His gaze shot toward the church again. At the center of the town, its tall steeple lood under the moonlight. Unlike the rest of the town, the church was brightly lit from within.
The team exchanged glances.
In the pitch-black town, the illuminated church glowed like a lighthouse in an empty sea.
But there was nothing sacred about what was happening inside.
The light revealed sothing deeply disturbing.
"Take off your clothes."
"Okay."
"Oh, you're so hot… Oh my god, you're so beautiful…"
"Don't be shy, babies… Co to ."
Inside the church, a group of half-naked won surrounded a single figure like stars encircling a sun.
He wasn't a man—at least not yet. He was a teenage boy, blond-haired and blue-eyed, around six feet tall, lounging on the altar like he owned it.
The Marvel universe audience watching the livestream went nuts.
"Wait… this is real?!"
"WHAT THE HELL! MY KID IS WATCHING THIS!"
"This is not a Level One anything! That's gotta be a high-tier reality bender! This is twisted! So twisted!"
"I'm so jealous right now, it physically hurts…"
In the church, the boy grinned at his admirers. His eyes sparkled like sapphires, but there was sothing wrong in them. Sothing hollow.
On-screen, the won giggled, moaned, and obeyed every word the boy said, like puppets dancing on invisible strings.
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Even the hardened agents were caught off-guard. Natasha Romanoff squinted at the scene, a bit stunned.
"Everyone in that town's got such… interesting nightlife. Doing this kind of stuff in a church? Maybe it adds so taboo flavor to the mix."
Nick Fury didn't answer. His brow was furrowed as he leaned closer to the screen.
"Don't you notice sothing?" he asked sharply. "Sothing they all have in common?"
Natasha blinked. "No clothes?"
"You idiot. Look closer."
Suddenly, realization struck. The won weren't just undressed. Their eyes were glassy. Their movents chanical. Their smiles fake.
They were like… zombies.
"Controlled," Fury muttered. "Totally subjugated."
Natasha's stomach twisted. "A reality bender with ntal override capabilities?"
"That's no Level One," Fury growled.
Back in the church, things took a turn.
The heavy oak doors creaked open. A middle-aged man stord inside, rage burning in his eyes.
His face contorted as he saw his wife among the boy's followers, scantily clad and giggling mindlessly.
"SOPHIA!" he roared, fists clenched. "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HER, YOU DEVIL?!"
For the first ti, the smug smile on the boy's face cracked.
Fear.
Then rage.
"Untouchable…" he hissed. "How dare you speak to like that?"
He raised his right hand and closed his fist.
The man let out a strangled scream as his limbs bent at impossible angles. His face caved in, distorted like clay under a toddler's fist.
Crack. Squish. Snap.
A second later, all that remained of the man was a mass of bloody, shapeless at.
The won didn't even blink.
The boy stared at the pile of flesh. His fear vanished. In its place: power-drunk madness.
"Hahahaha! No one can disobey !" he howled, laughing like a man possessed.
He turned toward his mindless harem. His voice dropped into a whisper.
"I am your god."
His eyes swept across the church, glowing with euphoria and lunacy.
The livestream chat exploded in a storm of horror and disbelief.
Jas stood outside the church now, peering through the scope of his sniper rifle.
His jaw clenched as he saw the carnage unfold.
"Jack," he said quietly, "update the Hu reading."
Jack swallowed and checked his visor.
"…It's fluctuating. Spiking above 200."
Jas nodded.
"This isn't a Level One," he said.
"It's a goddamn Class Red anomaly."
And they had just walked into its nest.
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