"Holy freaking cow! This just went from zero to full-blown god-level smackdown?!"
"Daaaamn... Is this for real? The actual Feathered Serpent God exists? What the hell! Then where's MY Emperor? I want MY god to show up too!"
"Live long enough and you'll see everything under the sun. So now we're watching divine beings duke it out on livestream? What in the actual hell? I thought this was supposed to be some urban fantasy gig! This makes about as much sense as a screen door on a submarine!!"
"Sweet mother of mercy! Newton's rolling so hard in his grave he's practically drilling to China!"
"This is completely off the rails! I signed up for a treasure-hunting adventure—since when did the freakin' chief god of the Mayans crash the party?!"
"..."
The eruption of this earth-shattering battle instantly set the internet on ABSOLUTE FIRE.
Right now—
The winner or loser had become completely irrelevant. What had everyone's jaws on the floor was…
The Feathered Serpent God—Kukulkan!
A supreme deity straight out of ancient mythology, manifesting right before their very eyes!
And not just making a cameo appearance—
He was throwing down. Live. In real-time.
Every single person glued to the livestream suddenly realized: they weren't just watching content—they were witnessing history being made.
The previously exploding chat feed suddenly fell into a shocked, reverent silence.
Until…
A single comment slowly scrolled across the screen:
"Uhh... is NOBODY gonna address the elephant in the room? That Rat Talisman just resurrected fricking KUKULKAN."
"A random yard sale statue just transformed into a GENUINE divine being—with powers ripped straight from the legends. This kind of magic..."
The collective shock was so overwhelming that viewers worldwide were literally left speechless, fingers frozen above keyboards.
"The Talismans are actually REAL!?"
"And THAT'S what they're capable of...?"
Nick Fury's pupils contracted to pinpoints. Even someone with his legendary poker face couldn't mask his utter disbelief.
The Rat Talisman—
Not only was it authentic, but it possessed the power to breathe life into the lifeless. Fury had always had his suspicions. Even confirmation of its existence didn't rock him too hard—SHIELD had already encountered bizarre phenomena like the Navy Six Styles, martial arts that completely defied the laws of physics.
But THIS—
This was in a whole different universe of crazy. It didn't just animate a statue—it summoned a legitimate deity. In the flesh.
Some random little girl, casually grabbing an old statue, slapping the Talisman on it—and BOOM! A divine being straight from ancient texts, alive and kicking with actual godlike powers?!
Absolutely mind-blowing insanity.
Even in a world where the impossible happened daily, there should still be SOME kind of rulebook, right?
"Ref! I'm calling bull on this play!!"
Nick Fury stared at the screen with glazed eyes, watching his carefully constructed worldview crumble in real-time.
"This isn't cutting-edge science... This is straight-up, old-school sorcery."
Tony Stark's eye twitched uncontrollably.
Compared to what the Rat Talisman just pulled off, his precious T-Virus technology suddenly felt like a kid's science fair project.
The world was shifting beneath his feet at warp speed. He'd barely unveiled his latest billion-dollar breakthrough and it already felt like yesterday's news. The traditional paths to power just couldn't keep pace with this new reality smacking him in the face.
And then—
Giving life to inanimate objects?
Bestowing legitimate divine power on a flea market statue?
Tony couldn't help but glance through the floor-to-ceiling windows of his Manhattan penthouse.
From his lofty perch, he could see virtually all of New York City spread out below.
Including, in the distance, Liberty Island... with its iconic monument:
The Statue of Liberty.
Three hundred and fifty thousand pounds of copper and steel. Torch raised high, tablet clutched against her chest. A breathtaking sculpture known worldwide.
And technically—
Still just a statue.
"This level of power..."
"This unbelievable capability..."
"The military MUST secure this technology at ANY cost!"
The Pentagon conference room erupted into chaos, voices shouting over each other in a frenzy.
Hungry, bloodshot eyes darted around the table—like a pack of wolves that hadn't eaten in weeks suddenly catching the scent of fresh meat.
Just fifteen minutes ago...
These same military bigwigs had been dismissing the Rat Talisman as "paranormal nonsense" and "fairy tale garbage."
Now? They looked ready to charge through their HD screens and rip it from that little girl's hands.
"But sir..."
"None of our operatives were even selected for this recruitment phase..."
A timid voice pierced through the frenzied shouting.
Cold, hard reality check. They weren't even players in the current "recruitment drive." How exactly were they supposed to compete for something they couldn't even access?
Every pair of eyes in the room burned holes through the unfortunate speaker.
How DARE he throw such inconvenient facts in their faces!?
Way to kill the dream, Captain Buzzkill!
Let them fantasize about unlimited power for five damn minutes!!
Asgard
"The Feathered Serpent God? Kukulkan himself?"
Odin's weathered face creased with concern. His single eye turned skyward, his gaze seeming to pierce through the very fabric of reality.
Among the countless pantheons across the multiverse, the Feathered Serpent held considerable standing.
And not just any standing—
He was one of the chief deities. A force to be reckoned with.
Odin hadn't expected such parallel mythologies to exist and maintain their power in other realms as well.
If...
If Kukulkan truly walked the Earth again...
What did that mean for Asgard's own divine hierarchy?
While Odin contemplated these troubling implications, a familiar sarcastic voice cut through his thoughts—
"Thor, that muscle-brained idiot, is throwing fists AGAIN! Fight, fight, fight—is his skull filled with nothing but testosterone and lightning? No brain cells whatsoever?"
Loki spat the words with his trademark contempt.
His emerald eyes remained fixed on the magical projection of the livestream, his face betraying the faintest hint of what looked suspiciously like actual concern.
Thor, that impulsive oaf...
This time, he'd actually picked a fight with KUKULKAN.
And Kukulkan wasn't some minor deity from a forgotten pantheon. He was a chief god from another powerful tradition. Definitely not someone to be trifled with.
"Heh..."
Odin's chuckle broke the tension.
Noticing the worry that Loki himself wasn't even aware was plastered across his face, the All-Father relaxed visibly.
With paternal confidence, he declared:
"Rest easy. Thor will handle himself just fine."
"It's merely a projection—just a fragment of the true deity's essence. Not the genuine article."
Odin shook his head with a knowing smile.
"Thor has faced far worse than a resurrected avatar. This is hardly worth our concern."
Thor might lack subtlety, wisdom, or diplomatic finesse—
But never, never had Odin questioned his raw power.
He might be headstrong—
But that didn't make him ineffective.
Especially not when facing merely a divine fragment.
An echo of true divinity—
KA-BOOOOM!
THOOOOOOM!!
Waves of blinding emerald energy surged forward like a nuclear tsunami.
Kukulkan extended his massive arms, fingers splayed wide. Terrifying pulses of power erupted from his palms, crashing toward Wolverine like a meteorite storm hammering the earth.
And everybody knows—
In any epic beam struggle, the one on the right side of the screen usually comes out on top.
With Kukulkan occupying that "favored" position, the odds were stacked in his favor.
Especially because—
Wolverine, for all his ferocity, was fundamentally a physical combatant. His understanding of mystical forces was practically non-existent.
And Kukulkan? Pure arcane devastation.
Sure, Wolverine's healing factor and Adamantium skeleton were practically cheat codes in a fistfight.
He could take a thousand brutal hits and just keep climbing back to his feet.
But—
Kukulkan didn't need to kill him.
He just needed to neutralize him.
Bind him. Immobilize him. Take him out of the equation.
And that's exactly what he proceeded to do.
"Son of a—"
"You feathered bastard—"
Wolverine's furious curses echoed through the shop as glowing emerald bonds materialized from thin air, wrapping around him tighter than a boa constrictor.
Completely restrained—
The Weapon X couldn't move a single muscle.
Just as viewers worldwide thought the battle was reaching its anticlimactic conclusion...
That the livestream's main event had fizzled out—
KRRRAAA-KOOOOM—
ZZZZAAAAAP—
Blinding arcs of lightning suddenly ripped through the air, turning night into day.