By the time the sun dipped beneath the Wakandan mountains, the battle was already long settled.
Calling it a "battle" was almost generous. It was a one‑sided dismantling—clinical, efficient, and brutally swift. Wakanda was advanced by the standards of the outside world, but compared to us? Compared to the Foundation equipped with off‑world weaponry, Kaminoan cloning enhancements, my own elemental manipulation, Sentinel's AI dominance, and death troopers who were each equivalent to ten peak human soldiers?
They never stood a chance.
Wakanda's warriors fought with heart, with discipline, with honor.But we fought with inevitability.
The Black Panther had been the only real obstacle, the one warrior who truly might have turned the tide in another reality. But this reality belonged to me, and my power had long eclipsed what vibranium‑enhanced strength could ever hope to counter.
When he leapt toward me, claws slashing with a kinetic energy charge strong enough to rip through a tank, I didn't bother drawing a weapon. I simply raised my hand.
Gravity bent.
Space screamed.
His body folded inward like soft metal under infinite pressure.In seconds, the king was reduced to a dense sphere of blood‑soaked flesh.A horrific end, yes—but an efficient one.
Bright had winced. Orochimaru had been fascinated. Sentinel had recorded every fraction of a millisecond for data analysis.
And just like that… Wakanda lost its protector.
After that moment, resistance collapsed entirely.
Hours later, I walked through the now‑silent Golden City, accompanied by my Red Hand. The air still carried the faint metallic tang of weapon discharge and the ozone scent of destroyed vibranium tech. The golden towers, once symbols of pride and isolationist brilliance, now stood subdued beneath the cold shadow of Foundation control.
"Report," I ordered.
A death trooper stepped forward, armor splattered black with soot and blue with vibranium scorch marks.
"City secured. All tribes disarmed. All leadership neutralized or detained. Minimal casualties on our side."
Of course. My troops were superhuman—each one upgraded, enhanced, and perfected. Wakanda's warriors were elite by baseline human standards… but they had never prepared for an enemy like us.
"And the population?" I asked.
"Evacuation complete. Civilians separated by relevance and skill value. Low‑value individuals moved to D‑Class facilities. High‑value targets undergoing cognitive reconditioning."
"Good. Make sure Shuri goes to Site‑19." I paused. "She's too valuable to waste."
"Yes, Administrator."
We continued toward the palace, now surrounded by Foundation mobile command units. Screens flickered with structural readouts, energy scans, and tech blueprints of Wakandan devices. The entire scientific wing was practically drooling over the sheer volume of cutting‑edge technology.
Sentinel's hologram materialized beside me as we approached the vault.
"I have compiled the data extracted from Wakanda's research archives," he said. "Most importantly—their work on the Heart‑Shaped Herb."
Orochimaru stepped forward eagerly, eyes glinting. "Their ritualistic approach was primitive. But their biochemistry? Remarkable. With proper enhancement, we can mass‑produce superior Panther variants."
"We will," I said. "But not for Wakanda. For the Foundation."
Sentinel nodded. "The vibranium reserves are being relocated to secure containment zones. Estimated mass: three hundred and forty thousand metric tons."
I smiled faintly. "A vein like this… we could operate for millennia."
The doors to the vault loomed open, the heart of Wakanda's scientific legacy exposed—vibranium cores, sonic weapons, energy generators, Kimoyo tech, and the schematics for their cloaking shield.
Bright was waving a tablet excitedly. "Boss! You are going to LOVE this. Their barrier tech? We can replicate it. Maybe even improve it!"
That was the true prize.
Not the vibranium.
Not the herb.
Not even the Panther legacy.
It was the invisible barrier—a planetary-grade cloaking lattice capable of hiding an entire civilization. Wakanda had used it to hide one city.
We would use it to hide the world's most dangerous places.
"Install shielding prototypes on Sites 01 through 20 first," I ordered. "Once those are stable, expand globally. I want every major Foundation site invisible to satellites, telepaths, gods, and cosmic beings."
Bright saluted. "On it!"
Orochimaru was already carving up a vibranium console with a scalpel. "Administrator, their medical nanotech… this is exquisite. With a decade of refinement, we could create soldiers beyond even your death troopers."
"We will," I said simply. And we would.
We always did.
My boots echoed through the empty halls of Wakanda's once‑sacred palace.Now it was nothing more than Site‑W—another facility in a long list under my control.
A death trooper approached.
"Administrator. The last resistance pockets have surrendered or been terminated."
"Then the city is ours."
I stepped onto the balcony overlooking the conquered Golden City. Foundation banners had already been raised over key structures. Troops marched in formation. Mobile labs hummed. Vibranium transports rolled down streets that had once been restricted to Wakandan royalty.
Wakanda was no longer a ghost kingdom hidden from the world.
It was now a silent fortress owned by the SCP Foundation.
"Begin full integration operations," I said. "And send a message to the O5 Council."
The trooper waited, silent.
"Tell them…"I allowed myself a cold smile."…the vibranium problem has been solved."
For centuries, Wakanda had thrived in secrecy.
But secrets never survive the Foundation.
We consume them.
We weaponize them.
And now, with Wakanda under our control, the world had just shifted beneath its own feet.
And no one—not even the O5 Council—would fully realize how much power we had gained.
Not yet.
But they would.
Soon.