The old man's words gripped the entire Marvel audience.
Everyone held their breath, staring at the screen.
The cup and the cards already had terrifying powers—
so what kind of ability could the bag possibly hold?
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Leon Lake's gaze fell calmly on the cloth bag.
It looked like the simple saddlebag a Middle Eastern shepherd might sling over his shoulder.
Yet, the old man called it the greatest treasure of them all.
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SCP-1440 sat in silence, lost in thought.
After a long pause, he finally spoke:
> "The Bag of Extinction can hold anything… even the worst natural disasters.
It has the power to contain and prevent the most terrible catastrophes from striking the Earth."
His cloudy eyes darkened, as though staring into endless nothingness.
> "With this bag, I tamed hurricanes.
I smothered fires that consumed cities.
I even sealed away monsters from other realms."
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The Marvel world fell into utter shock.
Livestream barrage
"WTF?! The Bag of Extinction is insane!"
"A bag that can hold disasters? That's literally an artifact of the gods!"
"I want one… please, just one!"
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Kamar-Taj
The Ancient One's expression shifted wildly—
from surprise, to awe, to desire.
Her eyes burned red.
> "It can hold everything… even natural disasters."
With the Bag of Extinction, not only could she defend Kamar-Taj, she could protect the entire planet.
Even gods descending upon Earth would find no easy victory.
The craving for the bag surged to its peak.
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S.H.I.E.L.D.
"Holy…" Nick Fury was dumbstruck.
His first instinct was exactly the same as the Ancient One's—
if such an artifact appeared in their world, S.H.I.E.L.D. would have to secure it at all costs.
Domestically, it would be the perfect tool for justice, erasing crime and chaos.
Externally, it could shield Earth from alien invasion.
But his excitement faltered when the old man's voice returned.
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> "The bag is the most durable of the three treasures… but even it is wearing thin. Its seams can no longer guarantee a barrier against disaster."
The livestream room froze.
Then eyes widened in unison.
It was still functional.
But only barely.
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The old man stared at the bag as though seeing his younger self, once commanding the wind and rain.
"I squandered it foolishly.
The hurricane I captured would have eventually blown past.
The fire I smothered could have been extinguished by human hands.
But my sin was far greater than simple waste."
He lifted his eyes to Leon.
> "The bag can only be used one final time.
To capture the last item.
I have hunted my third brother endlessly. Along the way, I've seen brave men and women like you, members of the Foundation, risking everything to fight the darkness.
And yet… I cannot give up this last chance.
This bag is all I have left.
My last hope."
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"Last… hope?" Leon murmured.
The phrase stirred something in him, a feeling beyond words.
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The old man nodded.
> "The only way to escape this eternal damnation is to capture the third brother with this bag—
and force him and his siblings to grant me death."
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The audience shuddered.
Eternal life—
was eternal damnation.
SCP-1440 was ready to throw away the treasures he won from Death itself,
simply to end his suffering.
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The old man's voice trembled.
> "But the three brothers never came again.
Not even to laugh at me.
When an unseen force takes a person's life, all I feel is emptiness. Silence."
His eyes burned with grief.
> "After the treasures faded, the true horror of my fate emerged.
The brothers no longer feared me.
They will never forgive my arrogance, my extravagance, my ambition to conquer the Gods of Death."
---
The livestream audience finally understood.
Immortality was no gift.
It was a curse.
The old man had lost control of the Death Gods—
and now he had to endure their vengeance for eternity.
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"They want me to suffer endlessly.
I am denied the peace of death.
Instead, I bring death to all who stand near me.
I will forever search for the third brother's trail,
while watching innocent lives perish in my shadow.
Three curses bind me—
Immortality.
Eternal wandering.
And destruction, wherever I go."
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As he finished, the old man's gaze flicked past Leon—
out the shattered window of the tavern.
An indescribable chill gripped the hearts of all who watched.
Could it be…?
Was Death about to appear?
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The old man's voice grew numb, lifeless, calm:
> "Jiemie… arrives."
At that instant—
A thunderous explosion shook the tavern.
Flames shot skyward, shattering glass doors and windows.
Shards cut Leon's face, leaving bloody streaks.
But he didn't flinch.
He sat motionless, eyes locked on the old man.
"Who are they?" Leon demanded.
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For the first time, SCP-1440 truly studied him.
He had never met another mortal who could face Death with such unshaken calm.
After a long silence, he answered:
> "Shangmie, the third brother…
He governs life and death itself—birth, sickness, aging, the harvest of souls.
He wields the scythe of annihilation.
And he commands an army of the dead.
He is… Death incarnate."
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