[Time: Late night 11:47 PM - Simultaneous confrontation between Odin and Typhon]
[Multiple Awakenings: The Interweaving of Three Parallel Lines]


In different corners of this city, three "gods" simultaneously began their journey of awakening...

[Point of View Shift: Thor - Eric Larsen]

[Personal Trust Value: 89.4% - Currently Ranked #1, Top Candidate]


That disgrace among us was just standing there.

The lightning within my body stirred restlessly, each arc roaring to tear him apart. But I forced myself to remain calm.


[Faith Power System Core Principle: Violent actions in public places will lead to cliff-like drops in trust values]

In this world where all superhumans are constrained by trust values, what does an unconstrained existence mean? Odin can fight with full power, but he would pay the price. We cannot. This person who has nothing left to lose doesn't care about the opinions of the higher-ups, while we must consider them at all times.

But wait... why should I fear the opinions of the higher-ups? I am Thor, God of Thunder, I have saved countless lives. Why should I be bound by a number?

Watching Captain Flame's breakdown, for the first time I began to wonder: if all these battles might be wrong, what about my previous efforts?

I remember a "rescue" operation from last month. The official report says I perfectly stopped a bank robbery and saved all the hostages. But I remember... there was a little girl who looked terrified. Not of the robbers, but of me.

I thought it was strange at the time, but the management team told me it was a "shock reaction" and quite normal.

Now thinking about it... maybe it wasn't?

[Los Angeles - West Coast Monitoring Center]
[Perspective: Poseidon - Marcus Andrews]

Another boring night shift. I sit in the monitoring center on the Los Angeles coast, mechanically scanning Pacific Ocean data. Three years now, for three years I've been asking myself the same question: how exactly did Emily die?

The official record states she died of leukemia complications on the second day of my experiment participation. But... why have I never received her belongings? Why are there no funeral photos? Why am I refused every time I ask to visit her grave, with "mission priority" as the excuse?

Tonight, during routine sea scanning, I sensed something strange. At 12 nautical miles from shore, there's an underwater facility. According to my records, that area should be empty seabed. But my water sense tells me there's life activity there. Lots of life activity.

What if Emily is still alive? What if she's in that facility I'm not supposed to know about?

My hand trembles as I reach for the console. Disobeying orders has never been so difficult for me, nor so necessary.

[New York - Genesis Group Archives Underground Level]
[Perspective: Hades - Daniel Blake]

I shouldn't be here. In the archives at midnight, I'm all alone. I told the guard this was a routine "death case review," but the real reason is that I need to find Sophia's file.

It's been three months. Since that "mission," I've dreamed of that little girl every night. She wears a pink dress, hugs a unicorn toy, and looks at me with those innocent eyes.

"Uncle, I didn't do anything bad. Please don't kill me."

The official report says she was "the daughter of a terrorist leader, in possession of confidential information, posing a threat to national security." But an eight-year-old girl... what secrets could she possibly know?

I found Sophia Reynolds' file. The moment I opened it, my death perception told me something terrifying: there was no aura of death on this file. The file of someone who died three months ago should be full of The Mark of death. But this file... it's as clean as if she were still alive.

I quickly checked her father's file. Carlos Reynolds, allegedly the leader of a terrorist organization. But my death perception told me again: this man died three years ago. In a car accident.

If her father died three years ago, how could she possibly be the "daughter of a terrorist"?