"Only three hundred points for Jason?"
Damon blinked in surprise.
Then again… it made sense. The original Jason was basically just a big dumb brute — a hulking idiot who couldn't even handle people hiding in a car.
Throughout his entire film series, he was basically bullying normies, rampaging and chopping up civilians… only to always get defeated by ordinary people in the end.
Once, he even got resurrected — only to be promptly sent back to hell.
Strictly speaking, aside from his endless revivals, Jason couldn't even withstand modern weaponry.
But this Jason — the one he just killed — was something else entirely.
Not only had his immortality evolved through dozens of resurrections, he'd been upgraded with Hydra's black technology.
Even if Thor himself had come, he might've only managed to suppress or seal him — maybe banish him at best.
Sure, Damon had other ways to make Jason "sleep" permanently.
But killing him outright to harvest anomaly points sounded a lot more rewarding.
"So, technically speaking…" Damon mused, "…Hydra accidentally did the world a favor this time?"
He smirked. "In return, I'll make sure to send them a 'gift.'"
Whether it turned out to be a surprise or a disaster… well, that'd depend on their luck.
He rubbed his chin. "But wait. What if Jason revives again? Could I, theoretically… farm him for points infinitely? A bug exploit?"
After all, Jason's long-standing friendship with the demons of Hell was well known.
It was why he always came back — probably their pet killing machine, used to harvest souls and terror.
And entertainment.
Damon shrugged and opened his system panel, boosting all his stats to their current version caps.
Strength, Intelligence, Agility, Endurance, Spirit Power, Energy — all at 90 points.
Nine times the human limit.
Roughly 2.5 times stronger than Captain America.
His energy bar refilled instantly, flooding him with that intoxicating sense of fullness —
the kind of satisfaction that felt almost… divine.
(Comparable to releasing your "descendants," as the text would say.)
Then, he opened the newly unlocked Jason Catalog Entry.
Name: Jason Voorhees (Marvel's Iron Jason)
"Wait — I can extract abilities from recorded anomaly entities?"
He scrolled down, eyes widening.
Abilities:
– Pain Suppression
– Resurrection
– Regeneration
– Supernatural Perception
– Ghost Teleportation
– Possession
– Soul Resistance
– Mental Manipulation
– Steel Body (Vibranium + Adamantium hybrid)
"Holy crap… Jason was this stacked?"
Damon raised a brow. Sure, each ability had its drawbacks —
his resurrection required external triggers, regeneration was low-tier (nothing like Deadpool or Wolverine), and his "possession" involved crawling through someone's mouth like a parasite to hijack their body.
Gross.
Still, flaws aside, Jason was a very complete killing machine.
And after Hydra's upgrades? Even the Avengers during the Infinity War would've needed some effort to put him down.
Damon was especially tempted by Jason's supernatural perception, steel body, and resurrection.
That perception, in particular — once Jason locked onto a target, it didn't matter if you fled ten thousand miles away.
He'd still find you.
Classic evil spirit GPS.
"Hopefully once my golden finger levels up again, I can just equip his entire skill set," Damon muttered.
"Should we go check out the crash site?" Madison asked, clearly fascinated.
She wanted to see her man's handiwork up close.
"Nah. If we don't leave soon, we won't be able to," Damon replied, motioning for Maria and Yurenka's mother and daughter to follow.
"You coming with us, or heading back on your own?"
Jenny said nothing, only stared at Damon with a seductive smile.
Yurenka blinked innocently. "I checked earlier — our car's totaled. If you don't mind, big brother, could we… stay with you for now?"
"We don't have any money left, but once we do, we'll make it up to you!"
She tugged at her mother's hand. Jenny nodded obediently, like a marionette.
"Yes, Mr. Damon. I'll work three jobs a day to repay you."
Damon almost laughed.
If, before transmigrating, a woman had said that to him, it would've sounded like something out of a fantasy movie.
Then again, this was a fantasy movie now — so it tracked.
"Oh, my God—MY CAR!!"
Madison suddenly realized what had happened and let out a scream.
"I just bought that car! And your meteor blew it to pieces!"
Damon coughed lightly. "Don't be sad. I'll get you a better one. One that can change its shape at will. Deal?"
Madison brightened instantly. "Deal!"
Meanwhile, Tommy emerged cautiously from the house, shotgun in hand, scanning the horizon warily — especially Damon.
His gaze was complicated.
"What are you gonna do now, Tommy?" Damon asked casually.
Tommy hesitated. His whole life, Jason had been his nightmare.
Now that Jason was truly dead… he didn't know what to do with himself.
After a pause, he said firmly,
"Jason will return one day. I'll be waiting for him — until we meet again."
"But before that…"
He turned toward Crystal Lake, eyes blazing.
"You said Hydra was behind his upgrades. I'll be paying Hydra a visit."
Tommy vs. Hydra — Battle of the Century!
Damon grinned, intrigued.
After all, Tommy had main character energy in his own series.
Like a Punisher variant with trauma issues.
"Fine by me. If you ever go after Hydra, count me in. Anyone who's against them—
Damon will always back you up."
After parting ways, Damon activated Teleportation Magic once more.
A blue circle, two meters wide, appeared beneath them.
One man, four women — and plenty of space.
Yet all the women crowded close, pretending to be frightened.
Yurenka mimicked fear, but her emerald eyes shone with excitement and admiration.
Damon could tell: aside from Maria, none of them were really scared.
But he didn't call them out.
Under Tommy's envious gaze, Damon and his group vanished into the shimmering air, leaving only faint blue motes behind.
Moments later—
Three men in yellow robes stepped out of a golden portal onto the scorched ground.
"We're too late. They're gone."
"Notify everyone. Someone just used high-level destructive magic in the real world. Whoever they are, they're a terrorist-level threat — we'll hit them with full force."
"Yes, Master Mordo!"
Mordo stared at the lingering magical energy in the air, his expression grim.
That kind of destruction… even he, the senior disciple of Kamar-Taj, couldn't ignore it.
Only forbidden spells could cause devastation like this.
He clenched his fists.
"No matter who you are — if you endanger the balance of magic, I'll make sure you're stopped."
Meanwhile, at S.H.I.E.L.D. Headquarters.
Nick Fury, as usual, stood at the top floor of the Triskelion, swirling a glass of whiskey as he looked out the window.
He liked the feeling of being up high — made him feel like everything was under control.
And on clear days, the view was unbeatable.
Then the building shook.
He looked toward the horizon—
A giant mushroom cloud was rising in the distance.
Fury's expression collapsed.
"Motherf—!"
"Wait… has Season 3 started already?