[Perspective: Typhon - Evelyn Thorne]
[System Status: Global Livestream Mode, Faith Power System Collapse Preparation]


[Real-time Audience Data]
Global livestream viewers: 1.07 billion online
Social media discussion heat: +2847%
Faith Power System server load: 98.7% ⚠️Near overload

The moment the first missile tore through the night sky, I knew the time for negotiation was over.


Victor Stone finally lost his patience and issued the order I had been waiting for. Weapon systems from dozens of helicopters simultaneously locked onto the four figures in the port ruins, the scent of death congealing in the air.

"Notice: 'Hero Emergency Evaluation Mode' has been activated in the current area. All superhuman behaviors will affect global trust value calculations."


The holographic projection of "Typhon" looked like a prophet from the future, looking down upon this battlefield that was about to be washed in blood.

I know that this moment will determine everything. Not just the fate of Odin and his three awakened "brothers," but also the life and death of the entire "Age of Gods."

This is no longer a game. This is liberation.

"What you see are four former 'deities' who have reclaimed their humanity," my voice broadcasts through all speaker systems in the port area. "And about to arrive are their creators—the armed cleanup forces of the Genesis Group. This is not mythology, this is reality. This is not a movie, this is a war about humanity versus control."

The helicopter fleet hovering in the air temporarily ceased their attack after hearing my words. I know that Victor Stone, who is in charge of commanding this operation, is receiving urgent instructions from the Genesis Group's board of directors through the communication channel.

They are caught in a dilemma: publicly executing four awakened superhumans would confirm my accusations of their "cruel control"; but if they don't act, these four out-of-control "products" will become the Genesis Group's eternal nightmare.

I need to make this dilemma even sharper.

"Ladies and gentlemen," I continued, knowing that at least a billion people worldwide were watching this live broadcast through various channels at this moment, "let me introduce tonight's protagonists. The four people standing at the shipyard, their real names are: Odin, whose real name is Alex Thompson, was once a military doctor; Thor, whose real name is John Erikson, from a farm in Minnesota; Poseidon, whose real name is Marcus Andrews, who participated in the experiment for his sister's medical expenses; Hades, whose real name is Daniel Blake, a father who lost his daughter and hopes to protect other children through power."

Every time I utter a true name, the corresponding "god" trembles, those forcibly buried memories become more vivid and painful under this public "reminder." And the faith power indicators on their wrists begin to flash with unusual light—numbers jumping, reorganizing, and finally returning to zero.

"These are the 'Natural Awakened Ones' as described by the 'Genesis Group.' They are not the descent of mythology, but victims of science."

Finally, Victor Stone could no longer contain himself. His voice spread throughout the entire harbor through the amplifier:

"'Typhon,' your trick is over. No matter what you say, it cannot change the fact that these metahumans have already gone out of control. For public safety, we must implement the clearance protocol."

"Public safety?" I sneered, "Mr. Stone, I think audiences worldwide are very curious about what exactly your 'clearance protocol' entails."

I activated another program, and on the giant screens around the harbor, a classified video from inside the "Genesis Group" began to play.

That was a complete execution video of the "Achilles Protocol" that took me two years to obtain. In the footage, a superhuman called "Apollo" was attacked by three other superhumans for questioning a certain decision made by the "Genesis Group." The result of the battle was that "Apollo" was beaten to death, and then declared to have "heroically sacrificed himself while carrying out his mission."

For the first time, audiences worldwide saw the true face of what went on inside the "Genesis Group."

"This is your 'Cleanup Protocol,'" my voice grew icier, "superhumans killing superhumans, then fabricating a hero's tale. Mr. Stone, do you still want to claim this is for 'public safety'?"

Victor Stone fell silent. I knew he was facing the biggest crisis of his career. If he ordered an attack, he would expose the brutality of the "Genesis Group" before the entire world; if he didn't attack, Odin and the others would escape.

But I didn't give him time to choose.

"Now, let's hear from those involved." I switched the communication channel to Odin and his companions, "Gentlemen, do you have anything you'd like to say to the world?"

After experiencing the longest night in this city, the four "gods" who were originally scattered in different places, through their own painful awakening journeys, finally found each other.

Poseidon emerged from the depths of the Pacific Ocean, tightly gripping the waterproof preserved experimental records.
Hades flew back from New York overnight, holding 17 blood-stained "witness cleanup" reports in his arms.
Thor rushed from a farm in Minnesota, tears still lingering in his eyes from bidding farewell to his mother.
Odin stood on the steel beams of the shipyard, still bearing wounds from his struggle with Evelyn, with the truth, and with himself.

They were no longer products of the Genesis Group, no longer slaves to the faith power system.

They were just four people who had been deceived, exploited, and forced to lose everything.

Odin spoke first. He looked at the helicopter fleet hovering in the air, his voice calm and firm:

"My name is Alex Thompson. Three years ago, I was a military doctor, and my dream was to save lives. The Genesis Group found me, told me they could give me power to protect more people. But they didn't tell me that the price of this power would be losing my own soul, becoming their commodity."

Thor continued, his voice filled with anger and pain:

"I am John Erikson. I had a farm and a mother whom I deeply loved. She still thinks I'm dead, because the Genesis Group told her I was killed in a 'secret military operation.' They gave her a flag and a check, buying off her son."

Poseidon's voice trembled:

"Marcus Andrews. My sister Emily... where is she now? Is she okay? I signed those documents to save her, but they told me she died... For the past three years, I've been crying every night for her 'death'..."

Finally came Hades, his voice filled with self-loathing:

"Daniel Blake. I killed an eight-year-old girl because the 'Genesis Group' told me she was the daughter of a terrorist. But now I know she just saw something she shouldn't have seen... Her name was Sophia, and she loved unicorn toys... I remember the look in her eyes as she begged me not to kill her..."

The testimony of these four people was more powerful than any accusation. I saw that among the helicopter formation, several began to pull back—clearly the pilots were shaken by these words.

But Victor Stone wouldn't give up easily. He was a pure executor cultivated by the "Genesis Group," and for him, the mission was more important than morality.

"Enough!" his voice roared through the amplifier, "No matter what you say, it won't change the fact that you've betrayed the 'Genesis Group'! All units, open fire!"

The first missile launched from the nearest helicopter, heading straight for the four people standing on the crane.

But at the moment the missile was about to hit its target, Odin stretched out his hand. A golden energy barrier expanded in front of him, completely absorbing the missile.

Then, he did something no one had anticipated: he reshaped the absorbed energy into a massive golden beam of light, shooting it into the sky, forming a gigantic, glowing question mark.

This question mark hovered above the harbor, like a silent query, asking the whole world:

"If heroes are killed, then who will protect the heroes?"

Thor understood Odin's meaning. He raised Mjolnir, but this time, instead of summoning offensive lightning, he called forth a gentle, aurora-like electric light that formed the outline of his mother's farm in the night sky.

Poseidon manipulated the seawater, making it form a giant lotus flower in the air, which was his sister's favorite flower.

Hades used his power of death to create a pure, white angelic figure, which was his repentance and remembrance for Sophia.

The four "gods," at this moment, were not displaying their combat power, but their humanity.

The whole world witnessed this scene. On social media, voices supporting them began to overwhelm the voices of doubt. The hashtag #GodsAreHuman began to spread wildly.

Victor Stone realized he was losing this public opinion war.

"All units," he ordered through the encrypted channel, "use EMP weapons, cut off all livestream signals, then attack with full force. Kill all these disobedient test subjects."

But he forgot one thing: I am "Typhon," and my technology is at least two iterations ahead of theirs.

Their encrypted channel, to me, is like transparent glass.

"Ladies and gentlemen," my voice sounded again, "did you hear that? The commander of the Genesis Group's cleanup squad just ordered to cut off the livestream and then kill four innocent people. This is the true face of the 'heroic protectors' you've always trusted."

I recorded Stone's encrypted instructions and broadcast them to the whole world simultaneously.

With that, public opinion completely exploded.

Protesting crowds began to storm Genesis Group's office buildings worldwide. Government officials started demanding investigations into the Genesis Group. On the stock market, Genesis Group's share price dropped 30% within minutes.

But the most deadly blow came from within.

"Commander Stone," a pilot's voice came through the open channel, "I refuse to execute this order. I will not fire upon innocent people."

"I refuse as well," another voice said.

"And me too."

"We all refuse."

Victor Stone discovered that his subordinates were collectively mutinying.

At this moment, Odin's voice came from below, clear and firm:

"Mr. Stone, your soldiers understand honor better than you do. Now, I give you a choice: leave with your troops, and we can pretend nothing happened tonight; or, you insist on executing your orders, but you'll have to do it alone."

Victor Stone was silent for a long time.

Finally, he said through the open channel:

"All units... retreat."