What is a miracle?
Surviving disaster. Healing from illness. Finding life in despair.
This was despair in the midst of disaster. Though they survived, some were still dissatisfied. What the Wizard King wanted to demonstrate was a complete miracle. More importantly, he wanted to truly show the world the kindness of wizards.
"Everything as it was."
The wand was raised, and as the incantation sounded, the collapsing warship stopped. With the Wizard King as the center, everything seemed to flow backward in time.
Collapsed pillars stood upright again, and water that had flooded in flowed back to the river. Shattered glass rewound like a tape, returning to windows, the clear glass showing no trace of damage. Damaged turf grew back, and broken cars were quickly restored to their original positions. The roads showed no signs of damage.
John at the center was like the conductor of a grand orchestra. He waved his wand, making all the damage Greenwich had suffered vanish without a trace in this moment.
This was far more shocking than seeing an alien spaceship. The vast Greenwich appeared as if it had never been invaded. The sky was still that blue, and the massive Dark Elf warship rose up, standing still in the sky like an inverted sword.
All this greatness came from that silver-masked wizard. Even the most extreme critics could say nothing bad at this moment. Compared to the losses from the Battle of New York, Greenwich's losses were zero. Even a single damaged piece of paper in the library had been restored.
If not for the massive Dark Elf warship still floating in the sky, people might think this was an absurdly beautiful dream.
John stopped waving his wand. The red glow of the Aether in his hand dimmed. Using the Aether's reality-altering transformation ability, John had accomplished the arrival of a miracle.
"Let me see what to do with you," he said, his eyebrows raising beneath the mask as he looked at the Dark Elf warship.
Although thousands of years had passed since the Dark Elves were defeated by God-King Bor, their magical technology was still formidable. The stealth technology alone that could evade Heimdall's eyes was heaven-defying. Heimdall could monitor the Nine Realms, showing how powerful his eyes were. It was much more reliable than S.H.I.E.L.D.'s helicarrier stealth.
John tapped his mask with his wand, coming up with an idea. He looked at the container holding the Aether and walked toward the Dark Elf warship.
Walking beneath the warship, John held the Aether in his left hand and touched the ship's bottom with his right. The moment his fingers made contact, the dark red power of the Aether spread throughout the entire warship.
Red waves expanded, stirring up a wind in Greenwich. John closed his eyes, and the moment he reopened them, the reality-altering ability activated.
"Modify, transmute."
Patterns of lines and circles spread along the warship's surface, quickly covering the entire vessel. A massive magic circle expanded overhead, then rapidly contracted to a point and fell into the warship.
The warship's top began to collapse. It started shrinking toward the bottom, looking like one grid after another contracting. Under everyone's gaze, with the Aether's reality-altering intervention, the massive Dark Elf warship became palm-sized.
John turned around, the Dark Elf warship floating in his palm. Only then did everyone wake up as if from a dream.
"How did you do that?" Thor was also dumbfounded. Though he wielded his hammer well, unfortunately, he couldn't explain the current scene.
John smiled lightly, "Just using the Aether's reality-altering ability."
His fingers closed, and he put away the Dark Elf warship. John casually handed the container with the Aether to Thor.
Thor was stunned, then heard John say, "Someone's watching."
Thor quickly looked and saw the agents staring intently at the Aether.
"This thing will cause another war in this world," John said calmly. "Take it back to Asgard."
Thor wasn't stupid. The whole world had seen how powerful the Aether was. Leaving this thing on Earth would make it more dangerous than nuclear weapons.
He nodded, then said somewhat apologetically, "John, I apologize on behalf of my father."
For the Wizard King, perhaps Asgard hadn't been a pleasant trip.
John patted Thor's shoulder, "You are you, and Odin is Odin."
Thor smiled.
After resolving the Aether's ownership, John walked toward Mycroft, who was hidden behind the agents.
He chuckled, "Now, the miracle has happened."
"This is a great miracle," Mycroft said, looking at the sniper holding the M-02. "Under this miracle, our heroes are born."
This had always been an 'audition' to create superheroes.
Mycroft's goal was achieved. He looked at the girl among the thirteen Aurors and said, "I need a wizard."
John understood his meaning and raised an eyebrow, "No one can force the citizens of the Magical Kingdom."
"I understand all this," Mycroft bowed elegantly. "I will use my methods to win them over, Wizard King."
Their conversation was no longer between Mycroft and John, but between the cabinet representing Britain and the Wizard King representing the Magical Kingdom.
Mycroft offered his respect while promising, "For this miracle, I will send a gift of thanks."
He wisely didn't mention the Aether. That thing was now in Thor's hands, not something humans could negotiate for. If it were in a wizard's hands, perhaps nations would try something. But with current human technology unable to reach Asgard, there was no point in thinking about it.
The Greenwich incident would end amid overwhelming media coverage. But a meeting about Greenwich was quietly beginning.
"Wizards, the Magical Kingdom."
In Britain, a round table meeting began. Everyone at this meeting wore glasses.
A white-haired old man with a London accent said noncommittally, "This truly is a great miracle."
After his words fell, a man in a striped tie said, "We should be more grateful that we didn't repeat America's mistakes."
Hearing this, the old man looked somewhat embarrassed.
Mycroft spoke, "We know that at a certain stage of national development, some tried to expel wizards through various means. America is a good example."
Those who could enter this meeting were people with enormous influence, including some who had opposed the Miracle Children project.
Mycroft's words had implications. This wasn't just about the Battle of New York, but another unknown incident where Washington nearly perished.
Mycroft glanced at the old man and continued, "The appearance of wizards responds to the current situation. Since Iron Man appeared, we can see that man-made disaster events have been gradually increasing each year. Even a country's president can be kidnapped by those supervillains."
"The arrival of the superhero era is undeniable. While America shapes the Avengers, we need our own heroes."
He clapped his hands, and virtual images rose from the round table. There were ten files—a sniper who performed excellently in the British Royal Special Forces, a male college student who suddenly dropped out of school, and others, including agents who appeared in Greenwich.
"We need a miracle to open new possibilities for us."
He walked to the round table, supporting himself with both hands on the surface, his sharp gaze sweeping over everyone. Those he looked at either lowered their heads or looked thoughtful.
"What about that spaceship?" one person spoke up, dissatisfied. "We all know that after the Battle of New York, those spoils of war gave the Avengers many improvements, while we got nothing."
Mycroft's eyes turned cold. Just a few hours had passed, and those reckless people were already setting their sights on the Wizard King?
"We got a complete Greenwich with no British deaths. That's the greatest gain."
He coldly looked at the speaker, "Don't make me think you're stupid, Mr. Morey."
The person who wanted to speak closed his mouth, understanding that Mycroft had exhausted his patience.
But even so, someone still asked, "The appearance of wizards will make people panic."
"No, they're not panicking," Mycroft elegantly straightened up, slowly walking to the high-rise window.
Looking down from above, he said lightly, "On the contrary, we have further cooperation with the wizards."
The Wizard King had already given his answer. The wizards' way of fighting and their ability to repair—these were all the scarcest things in the superhero era.
What a wise Wizard King. He let the whole world see the harmlessness of wizards while completely hiding their most vicious side.
No one knew that the most terrifying magic was all in the hands of that Wizard King, whom everyone called a savior.
America was a good example, wasn't it?
[Chapter Complete]
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