Starting as a Class Five Mutant

On the ground in front of them, a bizarre magic circle was drawn in blood. At its center lay a naked young man.

Blood trickled from his wrists, yet he seemed unfazed. His eyes burned with fanaticism as he mumbled incomprehensible words.

It was clear he was another devoted zealot.

"A mage?"

"Don't interfere, or you'll meet your end!"

The speaker, a middle-aged woman with disheveled clothing and an almost vagrant-like appearance, shouted furiously.

Stephen, better known as Doctor Strange, frowned and asked, "What is your goal?"

The woman, introduced as Amanda, didn't hesitate to answer. With unrestrained fervor, she exclaimed, "God has discovered this world, and He is about to descend!"

"We, of course, are here to guide His arrival into this world!"

"This filthy world needs Him!"

Doctor Strange remained calm, though his brows furrowed. "A dimensional demon god?"

The earlier disturbance sensed by the Sanctum must indeed have been caused by a dimensional demon god projecting power here.

As for these believers, they were likely brainwashed by that being's influence.

Coming to this conclusion, Doctor Strange saw no reason to waste more time speaking to them. Without hesitation, he tapped into the divine power granted by a great dimensional entity and invoked the Form of Eikōrn.

In an instant, Doctor Strange split into multiple duplicates.

Soon, over a hundred copies of him filled the air.

Noticing this, Doctor Strange, who had just completed his spell and was preparing another attack, paused slightly.

The power of Form of Eikōrn seemed much stronger than before!

He clearly remembered being unable to produce so many duplicates previously.

Instinctively, he examined his own energy and was startled by what he sensed.

The divine power within him—though scarce—was flowing in a purer, more potent form than ever before.

Doctor Strange drew a sharp breath.

It seemed the great dimensional entity's divine power could still grow stronger!

Not long ago, he had sensed the entity's power suddenly increase, and he'd speculated that what he had been granted was only a fraction of its true might—a mere projection of its essence.

Now, with the power amplifying significantly, Doctor Strange believed his theory was correct.

Perhaps this mighty entity had seen his good performance and decided to enhance the strength of its bestowed power!

"What kind of existence is this unknown dimensional entity? Just how powerful is it?"

Reverence and awe flashed in Doctor Strange's eyes as his mind raced with countless thoughts.

While he stood momentarily lost in thought, Amanda and her fellow zealots stared in shock at the spectacle of over a hundred duplicates filling the space.

They possessed knowledge granted by their god and understood a bit about mages.

But this—splitting into so many lifelike duplicates—what kind of magic was this?

Were mages now this powerful?

After a moment of stunned silence, they decided to strike while Doctor Strange was distracted.

Just as they began their assault, Doctor Strange snapped back to reality.

The next moment, the hundred-plus versions of him simultaneously conjured golden magical whips, each one lashing out toward the zealots.

Under Amanda's shocked gaze, every single one of them was bound tightly by nearly ten golden whips each.

The sheer number of bindings left them completely immobilized.

"How can a mage like you be this powerful?" Amanda exclaimed, disbelief etched on her face. "Are you the current Sorcerer Supreme?!"

Otherwise, she couldn't fathom how a mere Earth mage could wield such power—far beyond the divine knowledge they'd been granted.

"It can't be our god that's wrong. It must be you, mage!" Amanda hissed, glaring at him.

Doctor Strange smirked. "Your god?"

"Your so-called god is just an average dimensional demon. It's nothing compared to Him."

Amanda and her companions froze, confused by his words.

"What do you mean?"

Before they could process it, fury overtook their shock.

"You vile mage! How dare you insult our god!"

"Blasphemer!"

"Damned heretic!"

The zealots erupted in rage, screaming obscenities.

Doctor Strange, uninterested in further argument, waved his hand to open several golden portals. With a flick of his wrist, he prepared to drag them all to Kamar-Taj for the Ancient One's inspection.

"Where are you taking us?"

Amanda's voice trembled, though her eyes soon hardened with resolve. She sneered coldly. "You can't stop the arrival of the supreme god. All who defy His glory will perish in the end!"

Finally, she shouted, "God, I am with You!"

Doctor Strange's pupils constricted as Amanda's body suddenly exploded into a mist of blood.

The other zealots, witnessing her actions, followed suit, shouting in unison:

"God, I am with You!"

Before Doctor Strange could react, they all detonated, their blood mist converging on the magic circle.

The circle began to glow with an ominous red light.

Doctor Strange quickly summoned Bolts of Balthakk, blasting the magic circle into oblivion.

Boom!

Golden lightning crackled, leaving a massive crater where the circle had been.

However, even as he destroyed the circle, Doctor Strange couldn't shake the unease in his heart, sensing that its purpose hadn't been fully thwarted.

Meanwhile, a kilometer away, inside a dimly lit room, a young man with freckles sat at his computer. He suddenly froze, his expression confused.

"Who are you?"

A strange voice echoed in his mind.

"Don't worry about who I am," the voice replied. "Just know that if you help me, I can grant you power."

"Power?"

The young man, named Luan, was momentarily stunned. Then, two images appeared in his mind—one of a figure clad in black and the other in white.

"Will I become like the Messiah and the White Cloaked Hero?"

The voice paused briefly, puzzled, but quickly dismissed the question.

Messiah and White Cloaked Hero? Likely just two strong humans.

Humans were trivial. With the power it could bestow, surpassing them would be effortless.

"Of course," the voice said confidently.

Luan's eyes lit up with excitement.

As a weak, second-tier mutant, he had always envied the Messiah and the White Cloaked Hero for their immense strength.

Now, it seemed he had a chance to be like them.

"No, I will surpass them!"

Luan thought with exhilaration.

(End of Chapter)

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