I activated my "Harp" system. One hundred and eight "Hornet" class attack drones, disguised as delivery drones, rose with a roar from various corners of the city.

This time, their target wasn't Odin himself, but the hundred-foot-tall statue built at enormous expense by Genesis Group at his feet, symbolizing his great achievements.


The first drone arrived, firing not a missile but a paint round—scarlet, blood-like paint that left a shocking tear streak across the handsome, divine face of the statue.

This was the most direct provocation. I didn't attack his physical body, I attacked his "idol status"—all the glory bestowed upon him by power.

Right after that, the death swarm arrived.


The Gauss kinetic projectiles shattered that lifelike face made of special alloy into pieces. The electromagnetic pulse grenades completely paralyzed the elaborate lighting system inside the statue, causing bursts of black smoke.

The once glorious monument, in just seconds, turned into an unrecognizable, pathetic wreck.


"He's moving," Sebastian's voice came through.

Odin's expression finally darkened completely. In those golden eyes, substantial rage ignited as his divine authority was violated. He no longer played the role of an approachable idol; he raised his head, releasing a silent yet air-vibrating roar, then transformed into an enraged war god, charging toward my swarm of drones.

"He abandoned comforting his followers beneath his feet to protect a pile of lifeless metal. Loop this footage," I commanded.

"Now's the time." I captured the moment when his emotions spiraled out of control, forcing him to focus all his attention on dealing with the harassment from the swarm.

To prevent further damage to the statue, he deployed his signature, impenetrable golden energy shield. He intended to use absolute power to crush these insects that dared to offend him.

And this was exactly the opportunity I had been waiting for.

I mobilized all the energy spectrum data about his shield transmitted back by the drones. Within the massive information flow, the quantum computing core of "Kaleidoscope" calculated at unprecedented speed.

Here, I must explain my "God Spectrum Serum" theory. According to the data I stole from Thorne Industries' biological laboratory, each superhuman injected with the "God Spectrum Serum" has a unique "fingerprint" in their cellular resonance frequency. Just like everyone's DNA is different, this frequency cannot be copied or forged. And when external energy oscillates at the same frequency, it triggers a "resonance collapse" at the cellular level—just as an opera singer's high note can shatter a crystal glass, specific frequencies can instantly disintegrate a superhuman's energy defense system.

"Found it... 1.847 terahertz. It matches perfectly with the cellular resonance frequency in his genetic database."

"Sebastian," my voice trembled slightly with suppressed excitement, "authorize 'Dawn' protocol. Let the god feel the wisdom of mortals."

Three specially modified drones, like the final charge of a suicide squad, tore through the rain curtain and detonated force field generators capable of producing high-frequency energy resonance at precise coordinates around him.

Odin's shield flickered violently for an instant, then disappeared.

"Release the arrow," I gave the final command.

A barely perceptible flash of light.

An armor-piercing arrow, designed by me personally in Thorne Industries' most advanced materials science laboratory to pierce his divine skin, came whistling from miles away, from a sniper position controlled by Sebastian himself.

In the fraction of a second before Odin's power recovered, this arrow precisely embedded itself in his shoulder.

A drop of golden blood seeped from the wound, mixing with rainwater and falling onto the face of the broken statue below, like tears of humiliation shed by a deity.

On the main control sphere, the live broadcast clearly transmitted this moment to every corner of the world. On all screens appeared a huge question written in blood-red font:

"IF A GOD CAN BLEED, IS HE STILL A GOD?"

"The myth has been shattered."

I stood up and said softly, as if writing the final footnote for the first act of this grand drama.

One hour later.

At a lavishly extravagant charity dinner for "city post-disaster reconstruction" held at the top floor of Thorne Tower on one end of the city.

I, Evelyn Thorne, was holding a glass of champagne, smiling as I listened to a heavyset senator pontificating. He had just generously written a huge check for my "Victims' Alliance," though of course, I knew it was only to secure my support for his military-industrial complex in the next city security system procurement case.

"Miss Thorne, you are truly accomplished at such a young age, and compassionate at heart." He raised his glass to me. "The future world will ultimately belong to young people like you who know how to use power, and also respect it."

"Yes, Senator," I replied with an incredibly sincere tone. "We all live in the best of times. An era guarded by gods."

Only they forgot that throughout history, scripts for god-slaying have always been written by mortals.

[Global Trust Value Monitoring Center Emergency Broadcast]
"Attention! Attention! Abnormal fluctuation in superhuman Odin's trust value! 'Trust Crisis Warning Mechanism' has been activated!"

I elegantly sipped my wine, the fragrance of the liquor blossoming on my tongue, just like the taste of revenge.

"Senator, do you see that?" I gently touched my earpiece, my voice as sweet as a nightingale's. "Odin's trust value has fallen below 90%. According to the rules of the faith power system, his strength will weaken accordingly."

After seeing the panic in the eyes of these vested interests, I turned and left gracefully.

Tonight, the first act has come to an end.

But the real show has just begun.

[Trust Value Final Reading: Odin 78.1%, dropped out of top three]
[New candidates about to emerge...]
[System Alert: Faith energy of multiple superhumans experiencing interconnected fluctuations]