A year.A full year of blood, failures, endless autopsies, shattered bodies, ruptured organs and an ocean of data that still refused to give me what I wanted.
I stood over the reinforced glass of Test Chamber 7 as the remains of D-9842 were slowly washed away by the automated sterilisation drones. He was the ninety-second failure this month alone. His body had liquefied under the strain—another catastrophic rejection of the enhanced gene-seed, even after I had rewritten half the serum with knowledge stolen from dozens of universes.
It made no sense.
With the Reality Stone, I could mould matter.With the Space Stone, I could manipulate spatial stability.With the Time Stone's perfected duplicates, I could test and rewind micro-moments.With my own Rinnegan and Sharingan—the combined perception of gods—I could observe every molecular shift the moment it happened.
And still the human body refused to become a Space Marine.
Frustration crept into my bones like a poison. It wasn't anger at the D-Class deaths. That was expected. Necessary. I felt nothing for them. But failure? That I couldn't tolerate.
I slammed my report tablet onto the table. "Another setback. Serum batch Theta-Prime collapses in stage five."
Dr. Lex Luthor folded his arms and leaned against the steel counter."We are hitting a biological ceiling," he stated bluntly. "Space Marines are not humans. They are walking, engineered weapons. A human baseline simply cannot withstand the implantation procedures, even with our enhancements."
Dr. Everett King looked like he hadn't slept in weeks."Even with regeneration boosters, even with cellular reinforcement, the body collapses. The gene-seed overwrites too fast, too violently."
Orochimaru merely smiled with that eerie calm he always carried."Perhaps the issue is not the gene-seed… but the vessel."
Jack Bright snorted. "Translation: build a better human."
I pinched the bridge of my nose, exhaling slowly."I know that. That's the entire point of a Space Marine."
Senku, scribbling formulas on a holo-board, didn't look up."You're thinking too small. The Warhammer universe is a nightmare of impossible physics. Space Marines there are built under divine-level technological influence. We're trying to replicate an impossibility with rational science."
"And failing," Luthor added.
I lifted my hand and the Reality Stone flared faintly at my chest."Nothing is impossible when I am involved."
The room went dead silent.
And they all believed me. Because they had seen too much to doubt.
But even with that belief, the data was unforgiving.
Later, I stood alone in Test Chamber Zero—the core of Site 999, where all my most dangerous work took place. Luna was with her caretakers, safe, napping, warm and happy. Thinking of her helped ground me, even when my Rinnegan pulsed with irritation.
I activated the chamber's holographic interface and billions of data points wrapped around me like a celestial sphere of light.
A year.A full damn year.
And still no success.
I paced the chamber, cloak trailing behind me as the automated lights followed my movements.
"With all the resources of three O5s… with infinite money… with infinite materials… even with every SCP asset I want… why is this still failing?"
Silence.
The chamber never answered.
But my mind did.
Because Warhammer's "gene-seed" isn't just engineered biology.It is divine, warp-touched biology, shaped through a blend of science, metaphysics, and physical impossibility. Space Marines are not just genetically engineered—they are the product of a universe built on narrative power.
And narrative power was something I could manipulate.
But carefully.Very carefully.
Because Luna was asleep just eight floors above my lab.
If I destabilised reality too violently, she might feel it.
And I would never risk her.
I steeled myself and re-examined the core problem.
Space Marine augmentation required:
• Ossmodula — bone growth organ• Biscopea — muscle growth organ• Haemastamen — blood oxygenation enhancements• Catalepsean Node — sleep suppression• Preomnor — toxin neutralisation• Omophagea — memory absorption• Multi-lung — third lung• Occulobe — improved vision• Larraman's Organ — wound sealing• Melanochrome — radiation immunity• Oolitic Kidney• Sus-an Membrane• Mucranoid• Betcher's Gland• Progenoid glands• Black Carapace — cybernetic neural interface
Sixteen separate organs.Sixteen.All of which had to be integrated into a human body without killing the host.
Impossible for humans.
But what if I started with something not human?
I turned, eyes narrowing, as a spark of inspiration struck like lightning.
"We're doing this backwards."
I opened a fresh page in my digital logs.
Solution: Create a pre-engineered blank body. Not a human.A purpose-built organism designed to receive the gene-seed.
A body grown from scratch.A body that begins superhuman.A body tailored for augmentation from the start.
Like a Primarch-lite… but controllable.
My fingers danced through the interface, generating theoretical models.
Orochimaru's DNA masterySenku's biomedical engineeringLuthor's biometal integrationBright's anomalous organ researchMy reality-bending precision
Combined…
This might work.
Finally.
Finally, there was a path forward.
I stepped back, exhaling slowly, and allowed the faintest smile to form.
"At last… progress."
The automated lights brightened as if the chamber itself approved.
But deep down, I knew one thing absolutely:
I would see this project succeed.
No matter the cost.