[Perspective: Genesis Group Divinity Management Department - Silas]
[System Status: Full Crisis Management Mode, Stock Price Crash Warning]


[Real-time Financial Data]
Genesis Group Stock Price: Opening -8.7% ↓ Crashing
Market Value Evaporation: $45 billion/30 minutes
Total Superhuman Brand Value Loss: $1.2 trillion

Genesis Group's stock price evaporated four hundred and fifty billion dollars within thirty minutes after the market opened.


On the thirteen hundredth floor of the headquarters building, in the circular conference room of the Divinity Management Department, the atmosphere was as oppressive as the deep sea. There was no gunpowder here, yet it was more suffocating than any battlefield. In the center of the giant holographic round table, a red K-line chart pulsated like a continuously bleeding wound. The surrounding screens displayed real-time sentiment analysis from major social platforms worldwide—"Blasphemy," "Scam," "They can be hurt too," "The Genesis Group's lies"... These keywords formed a perfect storm of public opinion.

[Faith Power Real-time Rankings Update]

1. Thor - 89.4% ↑ (Benefiting from Odin's decline)
2. Poseidon - 85.7% ↑
3. Hades - 81.2% ↑
4. Odin - 78.1% ↓ (Largest drop in history)

Sitting in the room were not battle-hardened generals, but a group of men and women wearing expensive tailored suits with slicked-back hair. They were brand directors, chief marketing officers, and crisis PR specialists—the true "god-makers" of this era. At this moment, anxiety was written all over these god-makers' faces.

"Typhon'... this name has shot to number one on global trending searches," a young data analyst reported with a dry voice. "Our firewalls can't trace its source. Their attack methods... seem more like some kind of performance art, each time precisely striking at the vulnerable points in our brand narrative."

"I don't care about whatever fucking art!" A vice president in charge of merchandise lines violently slammed his tablet onto the table. "Do you know what? Pre-orders for the limited-edition Odin figurine were canceled by thirty percent in just half an hour! Thirty percent! That's money!"

The Chief Marketing Officer, a woman with blonde hair, fair skin, and lips as thin as razor blades, gave him a cold glance. "Shut up, Robert. No one cares about your plastic figurines. What we're discussing now is an 'intangible asset' valued at over three trillion, which is experiencing the most severe brand image damage since its establishment."

At that moment, the main door of the conference room silently slid open.

A woman dressed in a white Versace suit and wearing four-inch stilettos walked in. Her name was Silas, a woman who needed no title, whose name alone was enough to silence everyone present. She was Odin's exclusive manager, the true queen of the Divinity Management Department, and the mastermind who had transformed Odin from a "prototype" in a laboratory into a global idol.

She walked to the holographic round table, glanced at the glaring red K-line chart, with no expression on her face.

"The technical department's analysis report is out," she spoke, her voice as calm as a dead pond. "The cell resonance technology used by 'Typhon' has similar records in our database, but its precision far exceeds our expectations. Their information warfare methods are at least two iterations ahead of ours. The conclusion is: at the technical level, we are temporarily unable to counter them."

A wave of suppressed gasps filled the conference room.

"However," Silas changed her tone, looking around at everyone, "brand warfare has never been a war of technology, but a war of narratives. If they gave us a 'bleeding icon,' then we'll give the market a 'more humane hero.'"

She snapped her fingers, and a new public relations plan appeared on everyone's screens.

"First, immediately release an official statement that Odin was seriously injured in the ambush while protecting civilians. Remember, emphasize his 'choice' and 'sacrifice.'"
"Second, cancel all of his commercial endorsement activities for the next week, and replace his schedule entirely with high-exposure charity events. Send him to hospitals, to visit children injured in the disaster. We need footage of him crying, images of him hugging children."
"Third, and most importantly," her gaze became sharp, "contact Time Magazine, we want to buy their next cover. I've already thought of the headline—'A Mortal's Night: When a God Chooses to Stand With Us.'"

The people present, their expressions gradually shifting from initial panic to a glow that mixed awe with excitement. They knew that a larger-scale "god-making movement" to reverse public opinion was about to begin.

"What about Odin himself?" the Chief Marketing Officer asked cautiously. "Will he... cooperate?"

Finally, a cold smile appeared on Silas's face.

"He will."