The moment those words were spoken, the entire room fell silent.
Every breath seemed to stop.
The livestream chat, which had been noisy a moment ago, froze in stunned disbelief. Countless viewers stared at the screen as if they were hallucinating.
And then—
The broadcast exploded.
> "Oh my god! Did I just hear that? SCP-166 is the daughter of Dr. Clef and another anomaly?"
"This is insane…!"
"Wait—Dr. Clef actually had a past like this?!"
"What the hell is going on?!"
---
Inside S.H.I.E.L.D.
The entire Triskelion fell into silence.
Every agent glanced around, speechless.
Nick Fury stood frozen, staring at the light curtain with an expression that betrayed his disbelief.
SCP-166… the daughter of Dr. Clef and LTE-9927-Black, the so-called "Goddess"?
His worldview trembled.
Although Clef had appeared in various incidents before, the man had always seemed wrapped in mist—his face blurred, his past unknowable.
Now, the truth hinted at something far more terrifying.
Suppressing the storm in his chest, Fury turned back to the screen.
---
Leon Lake sat across from Dr. Kondraki, his deep eyes drinking in the light.
"So," Leon asked quietly, "what happened?"
Kondraki exhaled a plume of smoke, his face shrouded in the haze. His eyes grew distant, as though peering back through time.
Finally, his gravelly voice broke the silence.
"The story begins twenty years ago. It started with a Foundation report—about a team tracking a strange radio signal."
He tapped ash from his cigarette.
"Site-34 staff picked up the signal at 20:00 hours. It sounded like… rushing water. At first, we thought little of it. Twelve hours later, it returned. Same sound. This time, we triangulated its source: a small town in Cornwall. Northgate."
"Cornwall…" Leon murmured, thoughtful.
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Nick Fury stiffened at the name. His mind immediately recalled a classified note—the "Cornwall Incident," mentioned in GOC files.
Could this be it?
The timelines were overlapping. The Foundation's story and the GOC's story were about to collide.
---
Kondraki leaned forward. "Commander Allen Hall and his team were sent to investigate. Do you know what they found?"
Leon remained silent.
"Not what they saw," Kondraki said grimly. "What they smelled."
He sneered, answering his own riddle:
"The stench of death. Rotting corpses."
---
He took another drag, his face hardening.
"Do you know how many bodies it takes to spread a stench like that? To fill the clean night air of rural England?"
Leon's eyes narrowed. "Corpses…"
"First, a dead horse blocking the road. At 2 a.m., reinforcements arrived. We moved the body and pressed on. By 3 a.m., just a quarter mile ahead, we found our first human victim. A severely dehydrated corpse."
Kondraki's voice trembled slightly as memories resurfaced.
"By 5 a.m., we had to call for more reinforcements from Site-56. There were too many bodies. In the end, the incident became the most brutal Type Green mass murder in history. Around 1,200 killed. A thousand local civilians… and 200 operatives from the GOC's Ichabod Project."
---
The livestream erupted again.
> "WHAT?! 1,200 dead?!"
"Two hundred GOC agents?! That's insane!"
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha Romanoff's eyes widened. "Two hundred agents? Even for the Foundation, that's a catastrophic loss!"
Fury's face darkened. "Which means… SCP-166's mother was a reality bender strong enough to wipe out an entire GOC task force."
The weight of those words sank in. The GOC was no small organization—they rivaled the Foundation itself. And the Ichabod Project specialized in exterminating reality benders.
Yet they were slaughtered by the very prey they hunted.
What level of distortion could accomplish this?
Level 2?
Level 3?
Or something worse… Level 4, like SCP-239?
Fury's heart sank.
---
"Type Green…" Leon muttered.
Kondraki stubbed his cigarette in the ashtray, then leaned back, legs crossed.
"That's the GOC's classification for reality benders. And yes—1,200 deaths."
He sighed. "Most were civilians. The entire town was erased. Two hundred trained agents, gone. The GOC exists for one purpose: to eradicate anomalies. They are the Foundation's rival, and their mandate is absolute destruction."
The livestream chat boiled over.
> "WTF? Eliminate ALL anomalies?!"
"How do they think they'll kill something like SCP-682?!"
"Yeah right, immortal monsters and literal gods… good luck with that."
---
Kondraki lit another cigarette. His face hardened as smoke curled from his lips.
"When we reached the town, almost everything was dead. Only eight survivors remained: six pregnant women, one man, and one infant. All were in critical condition."
Leon's eyes narrowed. "Six pregnant women…"
His tone grew heavy with realization.
Kondraki didn't stop. "Signs pointed to massive flooding. Yet the lakebed was dry. Completely drained. Not just the water in the lake—the water in human bodies too. Do you remember the mummified corpses I mentioned?"
Leon's gaze sharpened. "So… what caused it?"
"The truth," Kondraki said bitterly, "was the warped romance of two reality benders. They drowned the town… then erased the water."
---
S.H.I.E.L.D.
Natasha froze. "Could it be… Clef and his wife?"
Her voice trembled as she realized the implication.
Nick Fury exhaled slowly.
Yes. Clef himself was likely a reality bender.
That was the only explanation for a daughter like SCP-166.
But then—just how powerful were they? Powerful enough to erase all the water in an entire region? And why?
---
Kondraki's eyes narrowed. "You know reality benders have three developmental stages: denial, tentative, stable."
Leon nodded calmly. "Yes."
Kondraki smirked darkly. "But there is a fourth stage."
Leon frowned. "A fourth?"
Kondraki's voice dropped to a whisper, each word heavy:
"Stage 4: Childhood God."
Leon's eyes shook. Childhood… God?
---
The livestream exploded once more.
> "WHAT? Humans… becoming gods?!"
"Stage 4 = divinity?!"
---
"The fourth stage," Kondraki said coldly, "is where power inevitably corrupts. Reality benders lose empathy. They grow arrogant. They stop acting human—and begin to act like gods."
Leon's expression hardened. "You mean… Clef and his partner—"
"Yes." Kondraki's face was grim. "She had already reached Level 1 of that stage."
---
The Marvel universe reeled.
Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One's brows knit tightly.
"Childhood God? Then it is possible… for a human to ascend to true divinity?"
The thought made her uneasy. She had seen SCP-239 distort reality like clay, yet even that was within the bounds of humanity.
But this… this meant humans could transcend humanity.
---
Asgard
Loki's eyes blazed with fury and disbelief.
"Impossible! Gods are born gods! Only divine blood creates divinity! No mortal can rise to our level!"
His roar echoed through the halls of Asgard, filled with denial.
---
The Watcher's Realm
In the silent void, Uatu the Watcher narrowed his eyes.
"Childhood Gods…?"
He had observed countless deities across universes. But never… never a mortal becoming one.
"Interesting."
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