BOOM!
The explosion of the final cable box shook the laboratory.
In mid-air, Dr. Otto's wife tumbled helplessly toward the unstable artificial sun, seconds away from certain death. But just before disaster struck, a golden energy beam shot out like lightning.
Bella stood tall, one hand extended, her green eyes locked on the scene.
A pulse of mental force surged from her outstretched hand, powerful enough to override the gravitational pull of the miniature sun. It enveloped Dr. Otto's wife, suspending her midair, gently lowering her back to the floor like a falling feather.
Without an energy source to sustain it, the violent solar sphere collapsed instantly, dissolving into a harmless wave of residual heat.
THUD! THUD! THUD!
Objects that had been airborne—chairs, instruments, even chunks of ceiling—slammed to the ground in a chain of dull crashes.
The crisis was over.
Everyone, battered and breathless, slowly got back to their feet. Many had burn marks, bruises, or torn clothing, but they were alive. The artificial sun had vanished. The pressure in the air lightened. The threat had passed.
The lab, however, looked like a war zone. What had once been a pristine environment of white floors and polished chrome was now a wreck of shattered lights, sparking cables, smoking consoles, and scattered debris.
But no one cared about the destruction.
All eyes were locked on the blonde woman in the black coat standing in the center of the ruined room—Bella.
Someone whispered the name like it was sacred. "Is that… the Goddess of Judgment?"
"She saved us," another breathed.
A hush fell.
The reporters among them nearly exploded with excitement. No scientific breakthrough—not even an artificial sun—could compare to an exclusive encounter with the mysterious vigilante who had become the stuff of legend.
She was world-famous. Undefeated. Unmatched. Unforgiving.
An interview with her would be career-making.
But when Bella's cold gaze swept across the crowd, every reporter froze in place. Fear rooted them where they stood. Their instincts screamed to run—but their legs wouldn't obey.
Her presence was overwhelming.
Even the wealthy elites, like Harry Osborn and the board members of Oscorp, instinctively flinched under her gaze. They had built empires on shadowy deals and quiet corruption. Most of them had blood on their hands, either directly or indirectly.
To them, the Goddess of Judgment wasn't a superhero.
She was a grim reaper.
There were stories—rumors of Bella ending lives without warning, of vanishing billionaires, of cartel leaders wiped off the map overnight. Whether true or not, the fear she inspired was very real.
None of them dared move.
But among the crowd, one figure was vibrating with energy—not in fear, but in pure fanboy excitement.
Peter Parker.
The teenage high schooler had never expected this. Today was supposed to be about science and fusion and maybe some coffee afterward with Harry. And now, here he was, standing in the same room as his ultimate hero.
His heart raced. His brain blanked out.
"Oh my God, oh my GOD, it's really her! The Goddess of Judgment! She's here—right here—in front of me!"
His thoughts spun out of control.
Should I ask for a picture? An autograph? Tell her I'm Spider-Man? Wait, no. That's dumb. So dumb! I didn't even bring a camera! Ugh, Peter, you absolute idiot!
His cheeks flushed with excitement, and he stood there, starstruck, shaking like a leaf.
Bella glanced at him for a second, puzzled. The boy looked like he was having a seizure.
"...High school? Maybe fifteen or so?" she guessed silently. "Is this… the youngest Spider-Man?"
She didn't say anything. No threats. No lectures. Just a brief moment of recognition—and then, she vanished.
In an instant, Bella's figure blurred and disappeared, leaving only smoke and silence behind.
The room was still.
For a few seconds, no one dared speak.
Then, reality returned. People began whispering. Some broke into loud conversation, trying to process what had just happened.
Although the experiment had technically failed, it hadn't ended in disaster. Thanks to Bella, there were no casualties, and the artificial sun had successfully formed, even if only for a moment. That alone proved Dr. Otto's research was scientifically sound.
If the remaining issues—energy stability and magnetic containment—could be solved, then the artificial sun could change the future of energy forever.
Harry Osborn's eyes gleamed. He could already see the headlines.
Peter, however, was crushed.
He stared at the empty space where Bella had stood and whispered, "You blew it, Parker. You blew it so bad."
His fingers twitched at his sides. All he'd needed was a few words—a handshake, a picture, anything. But he'd frozen.
"Stupid! Stupid, stupid!" he muttered, mentally kicking himself.
No one noticed the subtle shift in Dr. Otto's expression.
His eyes, once warm and full of hope, now burned with something darker.
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Meanwhile, far away from the chaos of the city, Bella appeared on a deserted island in the Pacific Ocean, using the power of the Tesseract to teleport across space.
She had no plans to return home immediately.
This place was perfect—remote, uninhabited, and dangerous to even approach by sea. Massive undercurrents and jagged reefs made it a graveyard for passing ships. No humans would stumble here by accident.
And that's exactly what Bella wanted.
A true testing ground.
She hovered above the surface of the ocean, her boots never touching the water, as if the air itself held her up. With her eyes closed, her mind raced.
Though she hadn't been inside the lab during Otto's demonstration, she had observed it from a nearby rooftop using her enhanced senses. She had seen everything. Every surge of energy. Every rise in temperature. Every moment of instability.
Now, she ran the data through her mind—fast, efficient, like a supercomputer.
She had one goal: to create her own sun.
Magic surged through her fingers as she whispered arcane calculations. She had long understood the theory.
A Fixed Star begins to cool at the center. If the central heat is insufficient to counteract gravity, the entire structure collapses inward. That collapse causes the outer layers to overheat and, if the mass is sufficient, the entire star explodes in a supernova.
Bella didn't want an explosion—she wanted a controlled sun, something she could summon, manipulate, and weaponize.
And now, after watching Otto's attempt, she finally saw a path forward.
She raised her hands.
Golden streams of magic twisted and spiraled, condensing between her palms. The air grew hotter, heavier. A ball of raw energy—invisible to the naked eye—began to form.
She focused.
Harder.
The tiny spark burst to life.
BOOM!
A deafening shockwave rippled outward. The ocean beneath her erupted into a 100-meter-wide geyser, water rocketing skyward before falling like torrential rain.
The heat was so intense that ocean water vaporized before touching her skin.
Mist filled the air. Through it, Bella stood like a goddess—golden light flickering at her fingertips, droplets hissing into steam before they could land.
She opened her eyes.
And smiled.
"I was right."
Her voice echoed in the mist.
"This isn't just magic… it's something more. It's divine power. And it can be shaped into anything."
She stared at the simmering sphere still rotating above her palm.
A sun, born from willpower and magic.
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