The bizarre scene on-screen left multiversal audiences stunned.
By now,
Even the slowest viewers realized:
This recruited agent wasn't just from the Foundation universe—
He was an anomaly himself.
The only uncertainty?
How strong was Lü Mofei, this hardboiled detective from a lower-narrative world?
Despite Dr. Clef's casual dismissal of Nakayama Mary's apotheosis and the ensuing cosmic collapse,
One fact remained:
She was an Apex-tier entity.
In other words—
Lü Mofei was hunting a god.
Questions erupted:
How would a detective find a cosmic sovereign?
How could he possibly contain her?
Before anyone could react,
The screen plunged into his sketch-filtered world.
[INT. Lü Mofei Detective Agency – Night]
A white man lounged on a desk, swinging his legs as he read a newspaper.
White dress shirt. A slouched fedora.
A .44 Magnum in his shoulder holster.
A crooked cigarette dangling from his lips.
This was Mofei.
Ready to do business with anyone.
Hard-edged. Handsome—the kind of face that could smash concrete, dust itself off, and still charm your mother.
He was also the narrator.
His voice?
Like he'd swallowed a fistful of expired cigarette butts chased with battery acid.
Sherlock Holmes Universe • 221B Baker Street
Holmes puffed his pipe, intrigued.
"So this is a lower-narrative realm?"
Watson frowned.
"You actually think he can contain an Apex-tier entity?"
"Why not?"
"That's a cosmic sovereign! You expect some dime-novel detective to—"
Holmes blew smoke in his face.
"Never underestimate a good story, my dear Watson."
[Narrator: If the Foundation's good at one thing, it's handing out bullshit missions. Case in point—]
BANG!
The office door flew open.
A woman in a lab coat stormed in—
Mid-20s. Beautiful.
If not for the anguish on her face, Mofei might've bought her a drink.
The chat group froze.
Because the woman was—
Nakayama Mary.
Chaos erupted:
"WTF?! ISN'T THAT—"
"SHE'S HUMAN AGAIN?!"
"DID WE IMAGINE THE APOCALYPSE?!"
On-screen,
Mary clutched her head.
"Where… am I?"
Mofei lowered his newspaper.
[Mofei: Same as the rest, lady. You need my help.]
Mary bristled.
"Don't call me 'lady.' I'm a goddamn Chief Numerologist—"
Mofei stood, folding his arms.
[Mofei: My bad. So… what's the problem?]
Mary hesitated.
"I don't… remember how I got here. I think I… did something terrible."
Tears welled up.
Sherlock Holmes Universe
Watson threw his hands up.
"She dooms the universe, then just forgets?!"
Holmes smirked.
"Focus on the detective. Watch how he rewrites the script."
Mary suddenly paled.
"I can't… remember my name."
[Narrator: A gorgeous molecular PhD who forgot who she was. Her eyes begged for help. Her nametag? Not so much.]
The camera zoomed in—
Her nametag was blank.
Mofei leaned in.
[Mofei: You're Dr. Nakayama Mary.]
Mary stared at the tag, then at him.
"Yes… I work for the Foundation."
The chat group exploded.
"HOW DOES SHE NOT KNOW?!"
Detective Conan Universe
Conan's eyes narrowed.
"This is his narrative domain. She's already ascended—he's just edited her in."
But the question remained:
Could a story trap a god?
Mofei suddenly declared:
[Mofei: Alright, Doc. Case accepted.]
Mary blinked.
"Wait, what—"
CUT TO:
[INT. Mofei's Car – Night]
City lights bathed them in metallic orange.
Mofei glanced over.
[Mofei: So, Doc. What do you remember?]
Mary jolted.
"When did we—how are we in a car?!"
[Narrator: Smart women are trouble. They overthink. Sometimes, you just gotta play along.]
Mofei pressed.
[Mofei: Focus. What happened before my office?]
Mary's voice cracked.
"I was… updating a file. Something about… changes. Then people were cheering… praying… screaming—"
The horror dawned on viewers.
She was remembering the apocalypse.
[Narrator: Sounds like the doc poked something she shouldn't.]
Mofei: [Mofei: Anything else?]
Mary whispered:
"SCP-001."
Then—
Her expression shifted.
Rage. Grief. Recognition.
"This is your doing."
[Narrator: Oh shit.]
Mofei tried damage control.
[Mofei: Side effect, maybe?]
Too late.
The air warped.
A pair of cosmic eyes blazed in the sky—
Dripping molten metal like divine tears.
The heavens split.
Multiverse Chat Group
"HOLY F—KING GOD!"
"SHE'S BACK TO FULL POWER!"
"RIP DETECTIVE!"
Then—
Silence.
The light vanished.
Mofei was still driving.
Mary still sat beside him.
The city outside?
Obliterated.
Mary stared at her hands.
"How…?"
[Narrator: Calming a furious woman is half the battle.]
Mofei adjusted his fedora.
[Mofei: Standard detective work.]
Viewers:
"…BULLSHIT."
Yet there it was—
A lower-narrative detective had just tanked a god's wrath.