DC: Becoming Supreme With Technology ( I Beat Superman)

The thieves spun around, startled by the sudden appearance of a literal superhero. One of them raised his gun, but Shazam moved faster than they could react, zipping across the room and snatching the weapon with ease. The other thief tried to run, but a bolt of controlled lightning from Shazam's hand stopped him in his tracks.

Within minutes, the police arrived, summoned by a bystander outside. Shazam handed the subdued criminals over and offered the officers a thumbs-up before flying off into the evening sky.

Billy returned to the small but cozy home he shared with his foster family. Landing in the backyard, he transformed back into his teenage self, the mystical lightning fading as quickly as it had appeared.

Inside, the smell of dinner filled the air. His foster mom, Rosa, was setting the table while the rest of the kids—Freddy, Mary, Darla, Pedro, and Eugene—chatted loudly about their day.

"Billy!" Rosa called. "You're just in time. Wash up, and let's eat."

Dinner was a noisy, joyful affair as always. Billy regaled the family with his sanitized version of the day's events, omitting his heroic deeds as Shazam. The room was filled with laughter when, suddenly, the air grew heavy, and a golden light illuminated the living room.

The wizard who had granted Billy his powers appeared, his long robes shimmering with ancient energy. The table fell silent, and the family stared in awe.

"Wizard!" Billy exclaimed, jumping from his chair. "It's so good to see you! You wouldn't believe what I've been up to—saving people, stopping bad guys—"

The wizard raised a hand, cutting him off. His expression was grave.

"Billy Batson, you have made a grave error."

The mood in the room shifted. Billy looked confused.

"What? What did I do?"

The wizard sighed heavily, his staff glowing faintly.

"The wand I gave you, the one that was broken during your last great battle—it was not merely a tool of power. It was an ancient artifact, a keystone of an archaic spell designed to imprison the gods—particularly the malevolent ones—outside this universe."

Billy's face paled.

"You mean… the gods are loose now?"

The wizard nodded solemnly.

"With the wand shattered, the spell no longer binds them. Their influence will grow stronger, and soon, they will manifest in your world. Already, their servants and creatures stir."

Before Billy could respond, a blood-curdling scream pierced the air.

Billy and his foster siblings rushed outside, where the streets of their neighborhood had descended into chaos. Hulking monsters from Greek mythology—Cyclopes, Harpies, and Minotaurs—rampaged, destroying cars and attacking terrified civilians.

"Time to Shazam up!" Freddy shouted.

Billy raised his hand to the sky, and in unison, his siblings followed. A thunderous SHAZAM echoed as lightning struck, transforming them into their heroic forms.

The battle began immediately. Billy, as Shazam, flew toward a rampaging Cyclops, punching it square in the face and sending it crashing into a lamppost. Darla zipped around with super speed, evacuating people from the danger zone, while Mary and Freddy teamed up to take down a Harpy mid-flight.

Pedro and Eugene focused on crowd control, using their combined strength and energy manipulation to shield civilians from the carnage.

As the battle raged, Billy noticed something unsettling. The monsters weren't attacking at random—they were converging on a single point in the city, where a faint, ominous glow was growing stronger.

He flew toward the epicenter, shouting to his siblings.

"Something's happening over there! We need to stop it!"

The wizard appeared beside him in a burst of golden light.

"This is only the beginning, Billy," the wizard warned. "The gods are testing their influence. If we do not act quickly, their full power will be unleashed."

Billy clenched his fists, determination burning in his eyes.

"Then we'll stop them. Together."

With his family by his side, Billy soared into the fray, ready to face the wrath of the gods themselves.

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Location: Metropolis Time: 9:10 PM

Ethan leaned back on his couch, nursing a drink and flipping through the endless stack of documents piled on the coffee table. The last few weeks had been a whirlwind of meetings, product launches, and catching up on everything he had missed during his mysterious absence. He barely had a moment to relax, let alone think about the interdimensional journey he had just endured.

As he picked up another file, his phone buzzed. He glanced at the caller ID—it was his secretary. Her voice was panicked and trembling.

"Mr. Ethan, please help! I'm at home, and there are... monsters! They're attacking me!"

Ethan shot to his feet, his mind racing. The suit was still undergoing repairs from the damage it had sustained during his transdimensional journey, but he couldn't waste time.

"Stay inside, lock the doors, and find somewhere safe to hide," he instructed, grabbing his car keys.

But halfway to the car, he stopped. No car was fast enough. He didn't need a suit to do what had to be done. Gritting his teeth, Ethan concentrated, tapping into the small residual energy his body retained from his Shazam powers. In an instant, he was airborne, streaking through the night sky toward his secretary's house.

Ethan landed outside the modest suburban home and immediately spotted the chaos. A group of grotesque creatures swarmed the yard: razor-winged Stymphalian birds clawing at windows, a towering Cyclops smashing a parked car, and a screeching flock of Harpies circling above.

Without hesitation, Ethan charged into the fray. A Harpy swooped toward him, claws extended. He sidestepped at the last second, grabbing it by the wings and slamming it into the ground. A Stymphalian bird dived at him, but he snatched a shard of metal from the wreckage nearby and hurled it like a spear, impaling the creature mid-flight.

The Cyclops turned its glowing eye toward him and roared, charging with its massive club. Ethan waited until the last second, then leapt onto the creature's arm, scaling it with precision. Reaching its head, he delivered a powerful blow to its temple, sending it crashing to the ground.

Within minutes, the monsters lay defeated, their grotesque forms dissipating into ash. Ethan dusted himself off and hurried inside to find his secretary trembling in the corner.

"You're safe now," he reassured her. "But stay on alert. This isn't normal."

Inspecting the remains outside, Ethan noticed the faint glow of residual energy in the ash. The creatures were unlike anything he had ever encountered in this world, but their origins were unmistakable.

"Greek myth," he muttered. "Stymphalian birds, Harpies, and a Cyclops? This shouldn't be possible."

Realizing the implications, he immediately thought of Diana—Wonder Woman. If anyone had answers, it was her. He pulled out his phone and dialed her number.

"Ethan?" Diana's calm voice answered.

"I need to talk to you," Ethan said without preamble. "There's something happening—monsters straight out of Greek mythology just attacked my secretary at her home."

There was a pause on the other end before Diana spoke again.

"Where are you?"

"I'm heading to you," Ethan said. "Where are you?"

"My penthouse in Paris," she replied.

"I'll be there shortly," Ethan said, disconnecting the call.

Ethan didn't hesitate. Ignoring his exhaustion, he took to the skies once again, flying toward Paris with only one thought on his mind: something was deeply wrong, and it was only the beginning.

Ethan landed gracefully on the balcony of Diana's elegant penthouse in Paris. The sprawling view of the illuminated city stretched out behind him as Diana opened the doors to greet him. She was dressed casually, though her commanding presence was unmistakable.

"Ethan," she said with a warm nod, stepping aside to let him in. "You look troubled."

"I am," he admitted, stepping into the room. "Monsters straight out of Greek mythology attacked my secretary at her home. Stymphalian birds, Harpies, a Cyclops—I've dealt with them, but their presence here doesn't make sense. I thought you might have an idea of what's going on."