Divine Pursuit and Final Job Preparations

As Kyn walked toward the Blüdhaven Gazette, he decided to make use of his super vision and super hearing, scanning the building ahead. He was hoping to spot an opportunity for employment, already aware that his age would be a significant obstacle. Coupled with his lack of experience in this world, he needed to be strategic. Through his enhanced vision, the first thing he noticed was a beautiful middle-aged woman inside, impeccably dressed in a professional suit. She wore glasses, and her hair was tied into a neat bun, exuding authority. Despite her professional appearance, her natural beauty was unmistakable. Her name? Miss Louise Siegel, the managing editor of the Gazette.

She stood in the center of a large conference room, surrounded by a group of journalists. Her face was etched in fury, and the nervous energy in the room was palpable. Everyone seemed on edge, trembling at the thought that she might call them out next. She broke the silence with a booming voice, sharp and demanding.

"What kind of people do I have in here? Little mice, scurrying in fear of the thugs that run this city?" she growled, her eyes narrowing as she scanned the room. "I've worked for years to get where I am! I earned my place; I even won a Pulitzer Prize. And you know what sets me apart from any of you?" She paused, her voice growing dangerously soft. "Nothing. The only difference is my will. The will to be the greatest journalist I can be."

The tension in the room heightened. Kyn could see the beads of sweat forming on the foreheads of some journalists as they stood motionless, afraid to blink. Louise Siegel continued her fierce tirade, her passion unshakable.

"I've watched the Daily Planet, once our equal, rise to heights none of us could've imagined. And it didn't happen because of their Pulitzer-winning editor Perry White, or their arrogant owner Franklin Stern. No, it was because of Lois Lane. Lois Lane—who became the best not just because she's brilliant, but because she had the foresight and guts to attach herself to the world's strongest and newest superhero, that she named 'Superman'" Louise's voice was rising again, filled with frustration. "Before Superman became a global icon, it was Lois Lane who made sure she was the one to get his exclusive. So, tell me this: What makes her so much better than any of you?"

The room stayed silent, the seconds dragging by like hours. The assembled reporters stared at the floor, shuffling their feet, unwilling to meet her gaze. Finally, an older man with a mustache spoke up. He was tall, perhaps in his late fifties, and he wore an expression of quiet defeat. "Ma'am," he began, his voice filled with regret, "I've been digging around all day, trying to find any usable pictures of the new superhero, Sentry. But every shot from the scene was either too blurry or too distant. I've combed the entire city, hoping he'd pop up again, but no luck. So far, we just haven't been able to get the clear shot you're asking for."

The man's words hung in the air, and though he seemed earnest, they did little to soothe Miss Siegel's fury. He was the only one who seemed brave—or desperate—enough to speak. Kyn could hear the frustration in his voice. The man didn't care about the dangers, having no family to fear for. But that didn't change the fact that their target, Blüdhaven's elusive new hero, Sentry, was proving almost impossible to capture on camera.

Louise's response was swift and brutal. She slammed her hands onto the table, causing everyone in the room to jump. Her eyes blazed with intensity. "I don't care about your excuses! I need results, we need results!" she barked, standing up. "This company is on the brink. If we don't pull in something soon, the owner will close us down. And what drives any business? Profits. Newspapers thrive on advertisements, subscriptions, merchandise, membership programs—but none of that means squat if we don't have articles that sell."

Her voice dropped, dangerously low. "And what sells more than anything else?" She didn't wait for an answer. "Superheroes. People have been obsessed with them for decades. And this new Sentry? He's a golden goose. If we're the first to get the scoop on him, we save this paper."

She scanned the room again, her expression hard. "Since none of my experienced journalists have the guts to get me what I need, I'll publish an advertisement. A full-page one, offering an exclusive senior journalist position to anyone who can bring me clear, close-up photos and solid information about Sentry. Maybe some fresh blood can reignite the fire in all of you. Relive the days when you still had ambition."

Her final words were delivered like a knockout punch. "That's all for now. This advertisement goes out in the next edition. You're all dismissed. Now get out of my office!"

The journalists hurriedly gathered their things and scurried out, leaving Kyn intrigued by the opportunity that had just presented itself.

Recognizing that his chance had come, Kyn realized he had only a few hours to make a strong first impression at the Blüdhaven Gazette. However, before he could rush into his plan, he found himself standing in front of a shop with a catchy name—Glasses R Us. The sight of it triggered a thought that brought a smile to his face. "That's it," he thought, "something I desperately need—my own special glasses." Hopefully, they would work the same way Clark Kent's did, providing that thin veil of anonymity.

Without wasting time, he entered the store. After a brief search, he settled on a pair of black-framed glasses with no prescription. The staff looked at him a bit strangely when he asked for frames without lenses. They clearly couldn't understand why anyone would want glasses like that. Sensing their curiosity, Kyn quickly improvised. "I'm a klutz," he explained, chuckling nervously, "I tend to break my frames a lot. So, I figure when they snap again, I'll just replace the frame."

The moment he said that, the puzzled expressions on the staff's faces softened into understanding. One of them, a kind older woman, nodded sympathetically. "Ah, I see. Makes sense, dear. You wouldn't want to keep buying expensive lenses every time the frame breaks, would you?"

Kyn smiled gratefully, relieved his excuse worked. After making his purchase, he slipped the glasses on. The world didn't look any different, but somehow, he felt the shift in his persona. His reflection in the mirror no longer screamed superpowered, godlike being. Now, with the glasses on, he looked... ordinary. Just a clumsy, awkward young journalist. Exactly the part he needed to play. But this was only the beginning.

"I still need a laptop," Kyn muttered to himself as he stepped back into the streets of Blüdhaven. Memories of his old life resurfaced. Before his awakening into this new world, he never owned a laptop. He remembered how his dad had once promised to buy him one, after they moved to a better place. But life had other plans. His parents passed away in the explosion, and that promise was never fulfilled. Now, however, things were different. With his newfound powers, he could create a laptop from sheer imagination. A fitting tool for the journey ahead.

Kyn darted into a nearby alley, moving at superspeed, unseen by anyone passing by. In a blur of motion, he envisioned the perfect laptop—a sleek, futuristic device that outclassed anything currently on the market. With a simple gesture, he activated his creation power, and before him, materialized the high-tech laptop he had imagined. The glossy black surface gleamed under the dim alley light; its design so advanced it could have been straight out of a sci-fi movie.

While Kyn was busy preparing for his next steps, something far more cosmic was happening elsewhere. Across the realms, deities of different pantheons had gathered, and in the heights of Mount Olympus, troubled by the disturbance they had sensed the day before. Their divine senses had been piqued by the presence of a new and unfamiliar divinity, one powerful enough to warrant concern.

In the grand hall of Olympus, a towering figure sat on an ornate throne. He was over eight feet tall, his silver hair flowing past his broad shoulders, and his thick beard framing a face etched with wisdom and authority. This was Zeus, king of the gods. Beside him stood his wife, Hera, her regal presence undeniable. Around them, various gods and even a few Titans had gathered, waiting for the discussion to begin.

Zeus spoke first, his voice booming through the hall like thunder. "Fellow gods of Olympus, we have all felt it—the presence of a strong divinity yesterday. We tried to pinpoint its source but failed. Even the Fates themselves were unable to track it, as it was hidden even from them. That is why I have called you all here—to find a solution to this mystery."

Ares, the God of War, stepped forward, his eyes blazing with his usual intensity. "The divinity was sensed in the mortal world," he growled, "but why would a god wish to live among mortals? I volunteer to go myself, to find this god and bring them to you, Father."

Before Zeus could respond, Athena, the Goddess of Wisdom and Defensive Warfare, intervened. "Brother, we all know that you going to the mortal realm is like sounding the trumpets of war. Your divinity thrives in chaos, and everywhere you go, mayhem and destruction follow. Let me reach out to my Amazonian Champion—Diana Prince of Themyscira. She has many strong allies, including the members of the Justice League. With their help, we can find the source of this divine power, Father."

There was a murmur of agreement among the goddesses. Demeter, Artemis, Aphrodite, and Hestia all nodded in support of Athena's proposal. They knew Diana's capability firsthand, and her allies in the mortal world were formidable. Hera, Zeus's wife, added her voice to the discussion. "Husband, I agree with Athena. This is the best course of action. We have not sensed this divinity again, and we cannot be certain if it truly belongs to HIM. The Amazonians and their friends are better suited for navigating the mortal realm."

Zeus pondered his wife's words for a moment, his brow furrowed in thought. Finally, he nodded, his decision made. "I agree. Athena, the responsibility is yours. Resolve this quickly, and bring me answers."

Athena bowed her head in acknowledgment, her expression determined. She and her sisters left the hall to contact the Amazonian Queen, Hippolyta, who would, in turn, reach out to Diana Prince. Whatever was happening in the mortal world, the gods of Olympus were now watching closely. And Kyn, completely unaware, was at the center of it all.

After creating the laptop, I admired its sleek design—a perfect merger of Kryptonian and Star Trek technologies. Not only was it centuries ahead of anything Earth could comprehend, but it also housed its own advanced AI, which I named Cisco. This wasn't just any laptop—it could transform into a slim, inconspicuous cellphone and disguise itself as a standard, mundane device when needed. It was a tool far beyond what this world was ready for—easily capable of hacking Brainiac's ship and even reprogramming him entirely. The most advanced tech on Earth was several millennia behind it. No one could tamper with Cisco, either, as its core programming was tied to my power and divinity, making it entirely loyal to me.

Now that my tech was ready, it was time to create a little buzz in Blüdhaven with a story about Sentry. Of course, I needed to make it convincing—and those meant pictures. My super speed was the perfect tool for this task. By tapping into just 10% of my speed, I could move close to the speed of light. I focused, channeling my energy until I could create a lifelike after-image clone of myself—dressed as Sentry. The clone would only last for a few seconds, but that was all the time I needed to capture some perfect shots with my journalist persona, Kyn James.

I set up the camera to take several consecutive shots, positioning myself beside my after-image clone. In the blink of an eye, the pictures were taken—just as the clone flickered and disappeared. Now, I had my evidence. Journalist Kyn James was officially seen with the Sentry.

Satisfied, I turned my attention to crafting the story. A headline-worthy article about an encounter with a superhero whose origin was nothing short of legendary. I smirked as the words flowed from my mind into the text on the screen:

<Title: A God Among Mortals: The Untold Story of Sentry< p>

On a realm far beyond mortal comprehension, the last god of Krypton, the King of all Gods and the embodiment of light, RAO, gazed upon the final moments of his Kryptonian children. Their planet, Krypton, had been reduced to nothing but fragments, exploding in a catastrophic blaze. Amidst the destruction, two spaceships carried the last remnants of Krypton's future—a mortal baby boy and young girl. One of these ships reached its intended destination, carrying the child who would become known as Superman. The other, however, was delayed, frozen in time for years before finally reaching its destination.

RAO, heartbroken by the loss of his people, decided to create one final son—a being who would not suffer the same fate as his other children. This child, unlike the others, was meant to live as a mortal at least temporally. Stripped of powers, he would experience life in its raw, vulnerable form. Years passed, and this child grew up admiring the superhero who had emerged from the destruction of Krypton. He idolized Superman, who had become a symbol of hope on Earth.

But fate had something different in store for him. On the eve of his birthday, his latent powers awoke—one by one, almost all at once. As he learned to control them, he realized both the similarities and the stark differences between himself and Superman. Recently, this mysterious new hero, known only as Sentry, saved a bus full of elementary students from a drunk bus driver and also saved a young man from being run over by a speeding car.

And this is where I, Kyn James, a future journalist, find myself—sitting down with the godly superhero named Sentry, listening to a story that defies belief but is too incredible to ignore.>

I looked at the screen, satisfied with the narrative. It had just the right mix of mythology, mystery, and heroic deeds to captivate any reader's attention. It was time to make my move into the world of journalism and leave my mark.

With the laptop now transformed into average looking laptop, I stepped out into the city street again, ready for what came next. Unbeknownst to me, while I was weaving my story in the mortal world, deities across the multiverse were keeping an eye on me—the divinity that I carried had not gone unnoticed. But that was a problem for another time. Right now, I had a story to publish and a job to procure.

A few hours had passed since I wrote my story, and the latest edition of the Gazette had already begun circulating through the newsstands. Now, it was my turn to head to the office and meet Miss Louise Siegel, the managing editor. The moment of truth had arrived—if things went well, I'd soon have a job as a journalist.

As I entered the Gazette building, the atmosphere buzzed with the usual newsroom energy. Reporters rushed around, phones rang incessantly, and the faint scent of ink lingered in the air. I walked up to the reception desk, where the receptionist, a sharp-looking woman with glasses perched on her nose, greeted me with a polite smile.

"Hello, sir, how can I help you today? Who are you here to see?" she asked in a professional tone.

Returning the smile, I replied, "Good afternoon. My name is Kyn. I was asked to meet Miss Louise Siegel regarding some information I have on the Sentry, and I'm hoping to discuss a possible journalist job with her."

Her eyebrows lifted in surprise, but she quickly masked it with a nod. "One moment, please," she said, motioning for me to take a seat while she picked up the phone.

I barely had time to get comfortable when, no more than five minutes later, I saw a trio approaching—two women and a man. The man looked familiar; he was the older journalist who had spoken earlier during the newsroom meeting. The women were slightly older as well, exuding an air of experience. One of them looked especially intense, though still with a warm undertone, while the other had a sharpness to her gaze that suggested she missed nothing. They all made their way to the receptionist, who pointed in my direction.

The man stepped forward first. "Kyn, right?" he asked.

I nodded in confirmation.

"Great! I'm Robert McAlister," he introduced himself with a firm handshake. "And these two are Jennifer Abrams and Alice Jacobs, senior journalists here at the Gazette. We've been informed you have some information about the Sentry. Is that correct?"

Another nod from me, and the trio exchanged approving smiles.

Alice, the more intense-looking woman, spoke next. "Okay, Kyn, follow us. We've been asked by the managing editor to verify your information and then bring you straight to her. Sound good?"

"Sounds great!" I responded with enthusiasm.

With that, they handed me a temporary guest badge, which I clipped to my shirt. I followed them to the elevator, feeling the subtle weight of anticipation. As the elevator doors slid open and we ascended to the newsroom floor, I couldn't help but feel like I was stepping into the heart of the storm. The hum of activity grew louder as we neared the nerve center of the Gazette.

When we arrived, they led me down the hallway to the same office I'd seen earlier during the newsroom meeting. Inside sat the sharp, no-nonsense managing editor herself—Miss Louise Siegel. She was even more striking up close, her confidence evident in the way she carried herself.

As I entered, the senior journalists filed in behind me, lingering near the back of the office while I stepped forward and took a seat in the chair across from her desk. Louise Siegel's gaze met mine, sizing me up, her eyes both curious and calculating.

"Well, Mr. Kyn," she began, her voice firm but not unfriendly. "I hear you've got a story for us. Something about a certain superhero named Sentry?"

Her words carried the weight of expectation, and I knew this was my moment. Time to prove myself.