Chapter 017: The Future! The Figure Seen by Ancient One! The Broken God!
“Containment in progress!”
Clad in Foundation uniforms, the personnel advanced in perfect formation, soon arriving before the horrifying doll. Unfazed by its grotesque appearance, their cold, emotionless expressions betrayed no hint of fear.
Then, in unison, they reached out.
Effortlessly, they lifted the terrifying sculpture and began moving it toward the waiting helicopter. The murderous doll, now as still as a wooden statue, offered no resistance.
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“Oh my god! They’re just containing it like that?”
“The Foundation is incredible! So many superheroes couldn’t handle it, but they solved it so easily?”
“Is this some kind of moving company ad? This efficiency is insane!”
“Is this the organization protecting humanity? I’m in awe. Absolutely in awe.”
“Walking in darkness, nurturing the light—so cool!”
“…”
The Foundation’s sudden appearance had everyone glued to their screens, eagerly anticipating how this terrifying doll would be dealt with. But the scene unfolding before them left countless viewers wide-eyed.
SCP-173, the horror doll!
Even the Supreme Sorcerer, who manipulates time itself, had been powerless against it. Yet the Foundation handled it with such swift, decisive ease—like a routine moving job.
The once-ferocious doll now lay docile, as harmless as a peanut.
It was beyond outrageous!
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“The Foundation?!”
Professor X, who had been observing the situation, murmured under his breath. His expression was inscrutable, a mix of curiosity and unease.
The sheer power on display, even if only a glimpse, loomed like an unimaginable giant against the backdrop of those terrifying containment objects. In such a world, where did mutants fit in?
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“What a strange life force…”
Odin frowned, his face grave. The life signatures of the D-class personnel on the field were bizarre—less like clones and more like thousands of bodies sharing a single soul. The agents at the next level were slightly different, but still, their existence was profoundly unnatural.
What struck him most was this: he felt no passage of time within them.
“Could it be…”
“Does this Foundation possess containment objects that control time—or even life itself?”
Odin’s expression tightened, a glimmer of anticipation in his eyes. As an outsider, he had always viewed the happenings on Earth with detached amusement, treating it like a mere spectacle. But now, he was beginning to take it seriously.
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“Damn it!”
“What the hell is going on with our early warning systems?!”
Military leaders erupted in fury, their voices tinged with fear. The Foundation’s fighter jets had breached multiple layers of defense and alerts, appearing directly over Brooklyn. The sight sent shivers down the spines of politicians and high-ranking officials alike.
“The Foundation’s people are leaving soon. Should we send troops to intercept them?” an army colonel tentatively suggested, pointing at the screen amidst the angry outbursts.
Silence fell over the room.
Everyone turned to stare at him as if he’d lost his mind.
Intercept? Are you kidding?
Forget whether they could even stop the Foundation—what about the horrifying doll? Leave it in the city? It was like keeping a live nuclear bomb in your backyard!
Hadn’t they seen how even the Supreme Sorcerer wanted nothing to do with it?
The higher-ups wanted the Foundation gone—fast. The sooner, the better. Intercepting them would be suicide.
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Boom!
The mechanical roar of the helicopter’s engines filled the air as it prepared for takeoff. The D-class personnel, having completed their containment mission with military precision, boarded the aircraft to return to their fighter plane.
“Huh?”
Wolverine’s claws twitched, ready to strike, but Professor X’s telepathic projection appeared in his mind, halting him. Reluctantly, he allowed the D-class personnel to pass.
“An interesting organization,” Loki remarked, feigning nonchalance. But the flicker of fear in his eyes betrayed his true feelings. He rubbed his fingertips, contemplating using his illusions to test the Foundation’s defenses.
At that moment, Ancient One’s voice cut through the air, calm yet commanding.
“This is no place for games.”
Her gaze swept across the scene, lingering not just on Loki but on everyone present. If it had been just the horror doll, Ancient One would have remained uninvolved. But she had sensed the terrifying entity hidden within the doll—a force capable of bringing about the end of the world. She would not allow such a threat to escape.
In her eyes, the Foundation’s swift containment was the best possible outcome. She herself was already burdened by the weight of countless dimensions, her energy stretched thin. She was searching for a successor to bear the mantle of the Sorcerer Supreme, not to add more chaos to Kamar-Taj by harboring a ticking time bomb.
Or perhaps…
После множества попыток и безуспешных методов подавления Древний решил отказаться от дальнейшего сдерживания.
Фонд забрал это, и это был лучший исход.
На этом всё.
Под контролем Древнего.
Отправка персонала класса D прошла неожиданно гладко. Они без проблем поднялись на борт истребителя и исчезли в ночном небе.
– Верховный Маг?
– Мы просто позволим Фонду делать то, что они хотят?
Воскресший Мордо с недоумением смотрел на Древнего. В его глазах Древний был всемогущим!
Древний молча покачал головой.
Он лишь поднял руку, открыл портал и шагнул внутрь вместе с Мордо.
То, что он не сказал Мордо, было одним важным моментом. Когда члены Фонда уходили, Древний незаметно использовал Глаз Агамотто, чтобы попытаться увидеть их будущее.
Одного взгляда хватило, чтобы его спина покрылась холодным потом.
Машины.
Неописуемые машины.
Они покрывали небо, словно заполняя собой всю вселенную.
Это было страшнее, чем любое высшее существо, которое он когда-либо видел…
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Обновлено: 09.04.2026