New Star In Marvel

No one knew exactly what James said to SCP-239, but the effect was immediate. Hesitation flickered across SCP-239's youthful face.

The entire audience in the live broadcast room held their breath, hearts pounding in their chests.

Everyone feared that, with a single wrong word, James might be transformed into a harmless kitten—or worse, a helpless puppy.

Fortunately, the worst-case scenario didn't happen.

James chatted with SCP-239 for a few minutes, during which she nodded several times, seemingly reassured. Finally, James stood up, said a few more words, and gestured toward the door.

SCP-239 hesitated, glanced at her "spell book," and, after a brief pause, handed it over to James.

Although SCP-239 usually spoke very little, once they left the containment room, she began to chatter softly as they walked through the corridors.

While passing through an office, James stopped, picked up a thick book from a table, and tucked it under his arm.

It appeared to be a Chinese dictionary.

He gestured between the dictionary and the "spell book," making an exaggerated comparison.

SCP-239 giggled, covered her mouth shyly, and then, taking James' hand, led him in a specific direction.

Seeing this, the live broadcast room erupted—not in panic this time, but in overwhelming relief.

The storm had passed.

What followed was a tidal wave of excitement and adrenaline finally released in the form of a barrage of comments:

"Holy crap! I didn't even dare to breathe just now!"

"Damn it! Same here! I was scared that just one wrong look would make me a garden gnome."

"James is so brave! How is he not worried about provoking SCP-239?"

"Lucky lunatic! Haha!"

"——"

Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D.

Nick Fury wiped his forehead and felt cold sweat soaking the back of his shirt.

Even though he had witnessed James' boldness and cunning several times before, this scene once again chilled him to the bone.

He tried to catch his breath—but something clicked in his mind.

Where was James going now?

His heart skipped a beat.

Dr. Clef wasn't dead yet!

What if James accidentally ran into that lunatic?

Nick Fury's dark face turned visibly pale.

Before he could shout out orders, the camera feed changed.

The screen no longer showed James but zoomed in on a strange spherical machine.

It was a large, mechanical ball—about 1.35 meters tall—with two robotic legs and arms, each with six dexterous fingers and two thumbs.

The surface of the machine was covered in tubes, cables, clockwork mechanisms, and exposed gears.

The upper half was open like a cockpit...

And inside the cockpit, seated confidently, was a golden retriever.

Yes.

A golden retriever.

Wearing tiny black-framed glasses.

The dog skillfully operated the spherical mecha with its front paws, its expression full of intelligence—and even, surprisingly, a trace of excitement.

At the same time, text appeared on the screen:

[Name: Kain Pathos Crow]

[Position: High-Level Researcher, Professor]

[Introduction: A successful interdisciplinary researcher at a young age, specializing in biochemistry and robotics. His body was permanently transformed into a dog due to an abnormal event.]

For a moment, the entire Marvel world fell into dead silence.

Not a sound in the live broadcast room.

Then—

BOOM!

The world exploded into noise.

"WTF!? A dog can be a high-level researcher?!"

"My worldview... it's shattered again."

"First Clef with his creepy shadow, then Kondraki commanding illusionary butterflies, now we get Professor Dog piloting a mecha?"

"Is anyone in the Foundation normal?!"

Everyone screamed internally, but they barely had time to react.

Because in the footage, Professor Kain was about to face a new enemy.

A monstrous dog—the size of a calf—appeared, blocking his path.

The creature was about 1.5 meters tall and two meters long, with a pair of leathery, bat-like wings growing from its shoulder blades.

Covered in black fur, it snarled menacingly, saliva dripping from its fangs as it growled at Kain.

Unfazed, Kain coolly maneuvered the mecha past it.

But the beast lunged, furious at being ignored.

ROAR!

In a flash, Kain's comical-looking egg-shaped mecha burst into action, moving with shocking speed.

One of its mechanical arms shot out, pinning the monstrous dog mid-air.

Then—boom—Kain deployed a hidden weapon: a crystalization module.

The beast was instantly encased in solid crystal, shattering like glass with a gust of wind.

Kain snorted disdainfully.

"Mongrel. Makes a nice lawn ornament."

With that, he drove the mecha onward.

Watching this, the audience couldn't help but laugh.

Wasn't this supposed to be a horror broadcast?

How did it suddenly turn into a fantasy action movie?

Still, many viewers felt their hearts lighten.

At least now, James wasn't alone.

With Professor Kain around—even if the mecha looked funny—they had hope.

But just when things seemed to be improving, the screen shifted again.

Dr. Clef reappeared.

Wearing his familiar, ragged white coat, he limped through the halls.

Though battered, his injuries had almost healed.

But he wasn't alone.

Facing him was an elderly Black woman, standing calmly in his path.

The live broadcast room fell into confusion again.

Another doctor?

Before anyone could speak, Dr. Clef barked sharply:

"Dr. Bright! Are you here to stop me too?"

???

Dr. Bright?

Wasn't Dr. Bright supposed to be a middle-aged man?

Natasha Romanoff frowned.

"Different person? Same name?"

But then the system displayed a new prompt:

[Name: Jack Bright]

[Position: High-Level Researcher, PhD, HR Manager]

[Introduction: After an accidental death during a containment failure, his soul entered SCP-963, granting him immortality. Anyone who touches SCP-963 becomes possessed by Dr. Bright.]

The moment this information appeared, the broadcast fell utterly silent.

And then—

BOOM.

Another explosion of shock.

"WHAT THE HELL!?"

"Soul possession?!"

"Bright lives by jumping bodies? That's insane!"

Even Nick Fury's eye twitched.

But then came another surprise.

In the footage, Dr. Bright reached into his bag—

Dr. Clef immediately reacted without hesitation.

BANG!

A shot rang out.

Dr. Bright crumpled to the ground, blood pooling around his head.

The entire Marvel world gasped.

Wasn't Bright his friend?

How could Clef kill him so casually?

Even more chilling, Bright's dying face wore an eerie, meaningless smile...

Clef crouched over Bright's body, rifling through his belongings, his brow furrowed.

"Something's wrong," Clef muttered darkly. "Everything is wrong."

From Bright's bag, Clef pulled out two peculiar items:

The first was a small, brightly colored ball.

A prompt popped up:

[Name: Bouncy Ball]

[Item Number: SCP-018]

[Object Class: Euclid]

[Description: SCP-018 looks like a child's toy, but with a rebound efficiency over 200%. After several bounces, it becomes a deadly projectile capable of speeds over 100 kilometers per hour.]

The audience froze.

This wasn't a toy—it was a freaking cannonball!

Especially in confined spaces—this thing was lethal!

The second item was even more insane.

[Item #: SCP-776]

[Object Class: Euclid]

[Description: SCP-776 is a six-sided die. Each side produces a different elemental effect—lightning, snow, water, stone, fire, or wind—depending on the result rolled.]

The live broadcast room went berserk.

"A bouncy ball that's basically a missile... and a die that summons natural disasters?!"

"The Foundation is insane! INSANE!"

"Bright risked death to deliver weapons?! That's actually... touching?"

At S.H.I.E.L.D., many agents burst out laughing.

But Fury's smile slowly disappeared.

"Send equipment…" he muttered.

Suddenly, everything clicked in his mind like a jigsaw puzzle snapping together.

"Shit!" he cursed, slamming the table.

Everyone turned toward him.

Nick Fury's one eye burned with realization:

"From Clef's madness to Kondraki's confrontation to Bright's 'equipment delivery'—doesn't it all seem... staged?"

Assistant Maria Hill blinked.

"You mean… deliberate?"

Fury nodded vigorously.

"Yes! Like someone's following a script! And Clef is just the villain."

"Then who's the protagonist?" Maria asked quietly.

Fury grinned grimly.

"James."

Meanwhile, back in the footage:

Clef, still muttering curses, tossed SCP-776—the magic die.

It tumbled across the floor and landed on the number 3.

Suddenly, water gushed out from under the die like a broken dam.

Clef frowned and threw the die again—another 3—and the flooding grew worse.

Frustrated, he tossed the die a third time.

This time, it landed on 2.

A frigid blast spread out almost instantly.

Within seconds, a huge portion of Site-17 was flash-frozen into solid ice!

The Sector 7 facility was completely sealed off.

And the cold only continued to spread—unstoppable, merciless, growing stronger by the second.

The Marvel audience, S.H.I.E.L.D., the heroes—

Everyone watching—

Could only stare, open-mouthed, as this madness unfolded.

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