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Chapter 13 - The Archmage Council? The Four Horsemen Doctors Arrive!

Dozens of statue-like knights stood in formation, their bodies radiating an aura of sacred destruction that dimmed the surrounding light. The very air grew thick and stagnant.

Countless beings across the multiverse watched in stunned silence.

The chat group erupted.

"SHIT! Creation from nothing?!"

"Dear God, this is divine intervention!"

"Reality warping, spontaneous creation—is this child a god's chosen?!"

"How many more abilities does she have?!"

Even the mightiest across the universes couldn't help but suck in a cold breath.

The Outcast Universe – Dragon Tiger Mountain

The Heavenly Master stood tall, his aged face etched with rare concern.

Even he, after witnessing the Witch Child's terrifying power, couldn't help but sweat for Zhang Chulan.

"Hold on, kid. Don't die here."

A Certain Magical Index Universe – Tokiwadai Middle School

Misaka Mikoto's breath hitched as she stared at the knights brimming with terrifying energy.

"This… is the power of a Reality Bender? It's… unbelievable."

She had initially assumed Reality Benders were just espers from another universe.

Now, she realized how wrong she was.

What chilled her further—

"If a Level 4 is this strong, would a Level 5 even surpass Magic Gods?"

Her gaze turned worried.

"That idiot's Imagine Breaker isn't working… Can he even complete the containment?"

Marvel Universe – S.H.I.E.L.D.

The room was dead silent, the atmosphere tense.

Nick Fury's earlier arrogance had vanished.

Remembering his dismissive attitude toward the SCP Foundation, he now felt the sting of humiliation.

He was both terrified of the Witch Child and burningly curious—how would the Foundation contain something like this?

Zhetian Universe

Only now did the Heavenly Emperor Ye show interest in this universe.

Having traversed forbidden lands, mastered source arts, battled sacred sects and ancient creatures, and rebuilt the Heavenly Court, he had ascended to immortality, revered by all races as the undisputed ruler of his cosmos.

To him, even the immortal SCP-682 was insignificant.

But this Level 4 Reality Bender—who warped reality with a thought—finally piqued his attention.

"If I visit that universe… I might test a Level 6 myself."

The Battle Turns Dire

While the multiverse buzzed with theories, Zhang Chulan and Touma were fighting for their lives.

The knights were overwhelmingly strong.

Zhang Chulan had mastered Yang Five Thunder, enhancing his physique with lightning—yet he was losing ground.

Only a quick taunt—"Fight me 1v1 like a real man!"—saved him from being pulverized.

But even in single combat, they were struggling.

BOOM!

A knight's lance sent Zhang Chulan flying.

"Cough—damn it, do these things ever tire?!"

Touma grimaced. His Imagine Breaker could nullify the knights—if he maintained contact.

Just as he debated risking a rescue—

A mechanical voice echoed through the hall.

"Apprentice Mage, cease your misconduct!"

Silence fell.

Zhang Chulan's heart leapt to his throat.

Who the hell is this lunatic?! You'll piss her off!

Then he recognized the voice.

"Dr. Gears?!"

Sure enough, a balding, bespectacled man in a lab coat strolled in, clutching a thick book and a dark wooden staff.

In a tone as dry as dust, he declared:

"Apprentice Mage, have you forgotten the Archmage Council's decree? Magic shall never harm the innocent!"

Zhang Chulan's mind screamed:

"What kind of script is this?!"

But the real shock?

The Witch Child bought it instantly.

Her eyes widened. She glanced at herself, then at Gears, and flinched guiltily.

"S-Sorry, Archmage…"

In a blink, the palace transformed into a cozy magic cottage.

Her princess dress? Now a tiny sorceress robe.

Reality rewritten—again.

Even having seen it before, the audience shivered.

This was divinity in action.

Gears had taken Zhang Chulan's "acting" strategy—but with a "wizards and witches" twist.

The sheer audacity of it left the multiverse in awe.

This was a Level 4 Reality Bender—a being who could erase existence with a whim.

And yet, this middle-aged researcher in a lab coat had the guts to pose as an archmage?

Would it work?

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