The malicious howls echoing through the screen froze every viewer across the multiverse in place.
For a moment,
All color drained from their faces.
The chat group fell silent—nothing but the sound of collective gasps.
What they were witnessing defied comprehension.
No one could speak.
What just happened?
Didn't Nakayama Mary ascend to godhood?
No one had answers.
Three-Body Universe • Earth
Luo Ji staggered, his legs giving out as he slumped against the wall.
His face twisted in disbelief and bitterness.
"Even an omnipotent cosmic sovereign can't eradicate anomalies?"
Honkai Star Rail Universe • Herta Space Station
Herta stared blankly at the screen, her mind reeling.
Nakayama Mary, post-ascension, had become something beyond even Aeons.
A true universal arbiter—every being, every construct, even Aeons themselves, would bow to her will.
And yet—
She failed.
Herta's lips moved numbly:
"Where the hell do these things even come from?"
"Are the laws of anomalies above cosmic sovereignty itself?"
The thought was absurd.
A Certain Magical Index Universe
The Magic Gods watched in grim silence.
They had once believed themselves the pinnacle of existence.
Then Nakayama Mary—a mere human—rewrote reality itself.
Her power to erase and remake worlds with a thought had thrilled them.
For a fleeting moment, they saw a new path:
Ascend beyond Magic Gods. Become true cosmic rulers.
But their excitement shattered like glass.
The anomalies returned.
The universe laughed at her efforts.
"Not even a god can purge them."
Marvel Universe • The Watcher's Dimension
Uatu the Watcher flinched.
The entities tearing through spacetime—
Each one was, at minimum, a divine-tier entity.
And among them… familiar horrors.
The Devourer of Worlds.
The Stag.
The Sacred Starfish, five points gleaming.
The Sevenfold Spiral.
Uatu's voice trembled:
"They're all here?!"
These were Apex-tier existences—
Each capable of triggering K-Class Scenarios.
Some could unmake universes.
Now he understood.
"No wonder Nakayama Mary failed."
A bitter realization:
"Eliminating anomalies breaks cosmic law."
Nakayama Mary turned her gaze to the stars—
To the hungry things surging toward Earth.
She marshaled her power again.
It was useless.
From beneath North America,
A sea of screaming corpses erupted—
Pale, rotting, clawing at the planet's bones.
Beyond them, in the void between realities,
Primordial deities converged.
Their purpose: Restore balance.
Thus began the hunt.
A feast of annihilation.
Earth shattered.
The universe dissolved.
Nakayama Mary's final cry:
"NO!"
The screen went black.
Multiverse Chat Group • Chaos
"HOLY F—KING SHT!"*
"Did the universe just end?!"
"She tried to save the world—and doomed it instead?!"
"No wonder the Foundation wants her contained!"
Then—silence.
Two phrases echoed in their minds:
"I reject this narrative."
"But not yet."
The chat froze.
Everyone knew:
Someone had reset everything.
On screen,
Nakayama Mary watched Earth's ruin with a sorrowful smile.
Once, she'd thought humanity beneath her notice.
Then she loved them.
That love drove her to godhood—
To shoulder the Foundation's burden alone.
She dreamed of standing guard,
Pushing back the dark so they could thrive.
She failed.
Her face twisted in grief.
Humans were flawed, chaotic…
And the only thing she ever loved.
Now,
She was alone.
A single tear fell.
A memorial for a race lost to ignorance and war.
The scene faded.
Foundation Site
The task force stood in stunned silence.
Zhang Chulan and Deadpool exchanged glances.
The same thought hung between them:
"How many times has the universe ended without us knowing?"
Deadpool clapped Zhang's shoulder.
"At least the Foundation's still here, right?"
Jinx scoffed.
"So… what's the mission?"
All eyes turned to the man with the rough-drawn art style.
Then—
A gravelly voiceover boomed:
[Narrator: In this line of work, you see ugly things. Good men gunned down in alleys. Love curdling into hate. Statues that kill with a glance.]
The door slammed open.
A man in a lab coat stormed in—
40s, smirk permanently etched on his face.
Dr. Clef.
[Narrator: But nothing's uglier than a containment breach.]
Clef scowled.
"Goddamn it, I hate this."
Lü Mofei adjusted his sunglasses.
[Mofei: Join the club, Doc. You need my help.]
Clef rolled his three eyes.
"Take this seriously, detective."
Mofei shrugged.
[Mofei: Fine, fine. My bad. So… what's the job?]
Clef lit a cigarette.
"A lady thought she could do the Foundation's job better."
He exhaled smoke.
"Turns out, she fed it up."
The chat group blinked.
"Did he just… compare cosmic apocalypse to a bad secretary?!"
[Narrator: If Clef's pissed, it's worse than spilled coffee.]
Mofei eyed Clef's nametag:
Dr. Alto Clef - SCP Foundation.
[Narrator: Normally, I'd walk away. Foundation means trouble.]
[Narrator: But me? I buy trouble a drink.]
Mofei put on his shades.
[Mofei: Alright, Doc. I'm in.]
Clef grinned.
"Good. Find her. Bring her back."
[Mofei: So… retrieve a lady who made a oopsie. Got it.]
The screen darkened with one final line:
[Narrator: The name's Lü Mofei. I'm the guy you call when everything's fed.]
Detective Conan Universe
Inspector Megure's jaw dropped.
"That art style… It's lower-narrative!"
Conan's eyes widened.
"He's not just a character—he's the narrator!"
Haibara's voice sharpened.
"So even extracted from his narrative, he retains control?"
The implication hit them:
Lü Mofei could rewrite reality like a story.
And now—
He was hunting a god.
The final text flashed:
[TITLE SPLASH: Lü Mofei's Case Files… The Lady Who Spilled the Coffee!]