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Mike hovered high in the sky. Activating his super vision, he overlooked the entire battlefield.
He could clearly see where the fighting was fiercest and where enemies were fewer. The entire situation lay within his grasp.
Suddenly, the cards in Mike's hands turned into portals, appearing all around him.
Noticing Mike's actions, Nick Fury furrowed his brows with both curiosity and anticipation.
What is he trying to do?
Just as the question formed in his mind, Mike provided the answer.
Another stack of cards appeared in Mike's hands. He threw them into the two dozen portals, actualizing each card. Then came another stack…
Card Name: Halo
Skill Description: Creates a ring of sacred energy that expands rapidly, healing injuries.
Note: Group healing. Battlefield MVP. Call me your healer daddy.
Bursts of golden light appeared in midair, exploding with radiant brilliance under Mike's control.
In moments, the expanding rings of golden energy resembled halos, growing wider and wider.
Across New York City's skies, rings of divine golden light shimmered into existence, captivating onlookers.
It was so dazzling that people couldn't help but look up—some with nervousness, others in fear.
They didn't know what it was. They only hoped it wouldn't hurt them.
Then, just as the halos reached their peak, they exploded into countless golden energy fragments that drifted down from the sky like rain.
A golden rain, full of divine essence, fell across the entirety of New York City.
In that instant, this war-torn city was transformed into something beautiful, sacred, and surreal.
People stood frozen, gazing at the sky, watching the threads of golden light descend. The sight was breathtaking. Many even knelt, calling it a miracle.
When the sacred golden light touched them, they felt their wounds healing, their fatigue vanishing.
Their eyes widened in disbelief, and a single word echoed through their minds—"Miracle."
Logan, Remy LeBeau, Thor, Steve Rogers, Hank Pym, and many other superheroes familiar with Mike looked on in awe, then smiled with relief.
Those who didn't know Mike could only stare in wonder and shock as they saw him floating in the sky.
Clark, Erik, and Charles watched the scene with pride on their faces. Raven looked completely enchanted.
This was their father. Their man.
Bathed in golden energy, Pietro felt his broken leg heal rapidly and stood up with joy. Opposite him, Hank McCoy released the hand pressing against his chest, his eyes full of astonishment.
Their injuries were gone.
Tony Stark, sustained only by his suit's life-support system, felt the pain ebb away. He exhaled smoothly, finally able to breathe.
He was saved.
His wounds had healed.
It should have been a moment of joy. But as he looked at the screen Jarvis had pulled up, watching Mike orchestrating this grand scene, Tony found himself unable to smile.
What had he done back then?!
He wanted to go back in time, choke his past self—and then choke his present self for good measure.
On the Helicarrier, Nick Fury extended a hand, letting a golden wisp land on his palm. Feeling the energy's warmth, he chuckled softly.
Knowing Mike as he did, he understood what this meant.
The war was ending.
Never doubt Mike's ability—that was the one universal truth Fury had learned from all these past events.
After manifesting dozens of healing cards, a new batch of cards appeared in Mike's hands.
This time, they were character cards.
How many cards did Mike have?
He had never counted. He only knew that they were increasing—more and more every day.
With his abilities upgraded to Level 4, not only had his manifestation power grown, but so had the speed and efficiency at which he created cards.
He could now craft dozens of basic cards in a single night.
And so, the number of his cards continued to increase—until he couldn't even be bothered to make new ones daily anymore.
Now was the perfect opportunity to use some up.
With a light chant, card after card materialized like a flowing river, circling around Mike before scattering into the portals around him.
Manifest!
With Mike's control, phantom figures began to appear in the sky.
Pokémon from the Pokémon world, ninjas from the Naruto universe, pirates from One Piece, and various superheroes…
Each projection carried immense power. Each one would grant someone the strength to defend themselves—or even eliminate Chitauri forces swiftly.
In this moment, Mike used a portion of his card inventory to create thousands of temporary superheroes, empowered to purge the Chitauri from the city.
He clenched his fist.
The phantoms turned into glowing streams of light, each shooting toward the city and choosing a 'host.'
These hosts included many police officers, but also doctors, lawyers…
All kinds of people.
But under Mike's guidance, he still prioritized those who had courage.
Next, a card appeared between Mike's fingers.
Card Name: Rallying Banner
Skill Description: By waving the flag, awaken the power hidden deep within people's hearts. It can inspire the oppressed to rise, and allow them to summon strength from within.
Note: Wherever there is oppression, there will be resistance.
The card disintegrated into light.
Mike's rousing voice echoed across New York City through the portals.
"Some of you may have noticed a change within yourselves."
"This is the power of a superhero!"
"Right now, you have temporarily been given the ability to become one!"
"Seize this opportunity to fight! Drive out the invaders threatening our home!"
"This city needs you to protect it!"
"Fight, superheroes!"
As Mike's voice fell, the portals vanished with a wave of his hand.
For a brief moment, the city fell silent—then erupted with life.
Fight! Fight! Fight!
Like a volcanic eruption, battles broke out everywhere across the city.
Fueled by Mike's cards and rallying cry, the inspired people launched a counterattack.
Hovering in the sky, Mike watched the battles below with a satisfied smile.
Maybe, someday, scenes like this would play out even without the help of his cards.
This was the world of superheroes.
A world where superheroes could do what ordinary people could not.
A world in which they could resolve crises beyond the reach of the average person.
This was the era of superheroes—from Captain America to now, they continued to emerge.
Superheroes protected the world.
Superheroes protected the cities.
Superheroes fought crime...
They had slowly become an integral part of this world.
This world was full of danger. It needed superheroes.
This era was… the Age of Heroes!
Mike silently recited the phrase in his heart, then turned to look at the spatial gate.
The citywide battle had begun. Now, it was time to deal with the source.
Not the Chitauri mothership.
Originally, he thought that destroying the Chitauri mothership would end the invasion, cutting off their signal like in the original storyline.
But now, based on what he learned from Shelley, as long as the spatial portal and the Kryptonian mothership existed, even if the Chitauri ship was destroyed, the invasion would continue.
Because Thanos, ally of the Kryptonians, had installed the Chitauri command device on the Kryptonian mothership.
In short, only by destroying the Kryptonian mothership could this war truly end.
Until then, the scattered Chitauri in the city had to be eliminated—or at least contained.
That was why he had just released thousands of temporary superheroes using his cards.
Whoosh!
Suddenly, Clark appeared beside Mike, his expression heavy.
"Dad, this can't go on."
Although the tide of battle favored them and the Chitauri were being eradicated quickly, the presence of the portal meant the invasion wouldn't end.
Mike nodded calmly. "I know. That's why I'm going to end it at the source."
And quickly.
He wasn't sure if Zod could see what was happening, or if he had witnessed Mike defeating his fellow Kryptonians.
If Zod had seen it—what would he choose?
Continue fighting? Or flee?
Mike couldn't afford to let Zod escape. An escaped Zod would be a ticking time bomb—waiting to explode in the future.
And Mike hated future problems.
So...
A teleportation card appeared between his fingers.
A card that could open a portal to the farthest location—directly to the Kryptonian mothership.
Recalling Shelley's memories, the portal activated.
Just as Mike was about to step through, a towering figure came charging out from the other side, crashing straight into him.
Kryptonian warrior Bach.
But—
Boom!
Clark flashed in front of Mike, intercepting the attack.
As a son, how could he let anyone attack his father?
Even if he knew the enemy couldn't hurt Mike, he still wouldn't allow it—not under his watch.
Clark blocked Bach and slammed him back through the portal.
Mike raised an eyebrow and stepped through the portal.
Originally, he had planned for Clark to handle Zod. But now that Clark had chosen another opponent, Zod would be his.
In one stride, Mike stepped onto the Kryptonian mothership—floating in space.
Ahead of him, Clark and Bach had already smashed through the hull and were now fighting in open space.
Whoosh!
Air from inside the mothership rushed out of the gaping hole.
As the portal behind him disintegrated into golden light, Mike turned his gaze toward Zod—standing not far away.
His eyes glinted with admiration.
Zod was a man with dreams, a pure idealist.
For Krypton—for the survival of his people—he would stop at nothing.
Mike respected that. After all, he too fought for the sake of his home and those few precious children.
Zod noticed Mike's gaze and slightly furrowed his brow.
What does that look mean?
"You're really not Kryptonian?" Zod asked.
Even though he had already heard the answer via Cook's communicator, he still couldn't help but ask again.
"No," Mike said indifferently.
Zod fell silent. Anger flared on his face.
As a Kryptonian general, he could accept failure—if it came at the hands of another Kryptonian.
But he couldn't accept defeat by a random stranger.
Yes, a stranger.
One who appeared out of nowhere…
Had strange powers…
And reversed the battle with just a pile of cards.
Zod glared coldly at Mike as their capes billowed in the airlock's raging wind.
Mike smiled nonchalantly. "I have something for you."
With a wave of his hand, seven corpses appeared between him and Zod.
Zod's eyes shrank, and his mind momentarily blanked.
His body trembled violently as he looked at them.
They were his comrades—his few remaining fellow Kryptonians.
They had followed him for years, fighting for Krypton's rebirth.
Zod's eyes turned bloodshot.
He glared at Mike and growled, "You deserve to die."
Mike raised his fist and calmly replied, "That's not for you to decide."
"Ahhh!"
Zod roared in fury, firing twin heat beams at Mike.
Mike dodged easily, disappearing from view—only to reappear right in front of Zod, slamming a fist into his jaw.
Whoosh!
Zod was sent flying into the ship's wall. Almost simultaneously, Mike followed up with a devastating knee strike to Zod's chest, blowing a massive hole in the wall and sending him careening out into space.
Mike halted mid-air, several cards appearing between his fingers.
Manifest!
Some cards turned into projectiles and shot at Zod, forcing him to stay on the defensive.
Then the final card vanished in a flash of light.
Card Name: Shadow Clone Jutsu
Skill Description: Creates physical clones with independent consciousness and a degree of resilience.
Note: The ultimate tool for time management!
With two puffs of smoke, two Mikes appeared behind him, each charging off in different directions.
Mike finally looked up at Zod—battered by the attacks—and smiled with a cold, bone-chilling grin.
(End of Chapter)