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On Blinken Avenue in New York, there stood a university surrounded by a tranquil environment.
This academy had been secretly established by the Strategic Science Corps. It was a hidden institution dedicated to training agents and strategic scientists.
At that moment, a young white man was walking out of the campus. Just minutes earlier, he had finally received his graduation certificate, officially becoming a proud agent of the Strategic Science Corps.
Beep. Beep.
As soon as he stepped outside the gates, a car honked. The young man paused, then walked toward it.
"Congratulations, trainee agent Phil Coulson. Congratulations on graduating with honors from the Strategic Science Institute," a Black man with a hip‑hop afro said coldly from the back seat.
"Nick Fury, Level‑Five Agent. Trainee Agent Phil Coulson reporting," the young man replied respectfully.
This white man was Phil Coulson, the future cornerstone of Marvel's intelligence world, freshly graduated from the Strategic Science Institute. The Black man driving was none other than the future one‑eyed Nick Fury.
At present, both of them were only low‑ranking Level‑Five agents, with Coulson merely an intern. Their journey toward becoming elite operatives would still take many years.
"Let's go. We're heading to the academy library. Our superiors need some files," Nick Fury said as he stepped out of the car, leading Phil Coulson—who knew nothing about the 940 Incident—back into the Strategic Science Academy.
Bang.
The moment Fury and Coulson entered the academy, two figures appeared at the main gate.
"My lord, this is the Strategic Science Institute," Phantom John said respectfully, glancing at the data in his hand.
"John, wait here," Lancelot said coldly, casting a glance at the academy gates.
He then walked forward alone.
Only two guards stood at the entrance—but they were the Corps' top agents.
"Stop. Who are you?" one agent demanded coldly.
"Stop breathing," Lancelot said calmly, activating Geass with absolute authority.
The agent's steady breathing abruptly ceased. His body collapsed lifelessly to the ground.
"What the hell—?!" The second agent froze in shock, watching his partner clutch his throat, unable to breathe. Panicking, he drew his pistol and aimed it at Lancelot.
"Suicide."
The agent stiffened, then slowly turned the gun toward his own temple.
Bang.
A dull gunshot echoed. The agent fell instantly, his head pierced by a blood‑soaked bullet.
Lancelot glanced down at the bodies without a trace of emotion and stepped over them as if stepping over ants.
In the academy plaza, dozens of well‑trained cadets aimed their guns at him. Lancelot merely sneered.
"Cannibalistic offspring."
Crimson birds surged within him. The cadets' eyes instantly went blank—and they began firing wildly at one another.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Gunfire erupted across the plaza. Panic spread everywhere, yet Lancelot walked calmly through the chaos. He stopped beside a park bench, facing two young women.
"Hatred."
The girls, once close friends, suddenly turned on each other like mortal enemies, fighting viciously.
"Split into two teams. Shoot each other."
The command echoed coldly.
Dozens of agents immediately divided into two lines and opened fire. Within seconds, bodies collapsed simultaneously.
"Monster… freak…" several agents screamed in terror as they rushed in, horrified by the carnage.
"Drop your weapons. Step back."
Lancelot's ruby‑red eyes shimmered like stars. Every agent and scientist who met his gaze dropped their weapons and retreated uncontrollably.
"You—get in the car. Kill them."
The chosen agent immediately jumped into a vehicle and began mowing down the retreating personnel.
Lancelot entered a building expressionlessly and tapped a scientist on the shoulder.
"Sleep."
The man instantly lost consciousness and fell stiffly to the floor.
"Erase consciousness."
Another scientist froze, his mind wiped clean, standing motionless like a statue.
"Pain."
"Scream."
"Fear."
Each word fell like divine judgment. Agents and scientists alike collapsed into agony, screaming as terror overwhelmed them.
Several senior scientists screamed in horror.
"Silence."
Their mouths snapped shut instantly. They struggled to scream—but couldn't.
"Stop breathing."
As Lancelot walked through the second floor, agents collapsed one by one, gasping like fish pulled from water.
"Rest in peace."
In just ten minutes, not a single living soul remained in the Strategic Science Academy.
Inside the academy library, Nick Fury and Phil Coulson stared in horror as Lancelot walked in. Neither spoke.
"Pain."
Instantly, everyone screamed.
They clawed at their own skin, but the pain only deepened—burrowing into their bones.
"I didn't expect to meet two familiar faces here," Lancelot said calmly, stopping before Fury and Coulson.
Then he issued a final command.
"Tell Peggy Carter this was only a warning. If she dares to provoke mutants again—next time, it won't be just one academy that disappears."