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Chapter 162: Teach Wanda and Meet the Three Dimensional Lords!
🕑 Added 2025-03-22 13:13:06 +0000 UTCThe four believers looked around in horror.
Finally, their gazes landed simultaneously on Wanda and… Wanda.
The little girl was still laughing at them, her amusement only deepening their fear.
Panicking, they took two steps back.
At that moment, Wanda stepped forward—directly into the magic circle.
Seeing their target enter, they did not smile in triumph.
Instead, they became even more terrified.
The moment Wanda stepped in, the entire magic circle activated.
Its shielding magic worked as expected, but an unexpected surge of mysterious red energy pulsed within it.
This… this did not belong to their master!
“Welcome to my world, foolish demons.”
Wanda hovered gracefully in the air, looking down at them with condescending amusement.
“Demons?! We are the servants of our gods, the administrators of the new world! Don't insult us by calling us demons!” one of them snapped, clearly offended.
Yet they failed to realize—
They were only one step away from true demonic existence.
“You actually did it! How? How did you manage this?”
“Isn't it obvious?”
Wanda looked at them in mild surprise, as if she couldn't believe they hadn't figured it out yet.
At her words, the believers turned their attention to the now-activated magic circle. Realization finally struck.
“I see it now!”
“The problem lies within the magic circle itself!”
“Our magic… it's been sealed!”
“What?! But this was Kaecilius’ magic circle! Are you telling me he lied? That this wasn’t meant to shield us from the outside world at all?”
“That bastard—he tricked us! He planned to wipe us and the other side out all at once!”
“Damn it! We need to leave and report this to our master. He’ll strip Kaecilius of his so-called ‘glory’!”
Wanda and Jean exchanged glances, gaining a newfound understanding of the sheer stupidity of these so-called demons.
Even Aaron, who had just appeared at the side, shook his head in exasperation.
By now, they still hadn’t noticed that one of their own was missing?
As if overhearing Aaron’s thoughts, they finally realized it.
The four believers turned to each other in confusion.
“Wait… where’s Stanford? Where did he go?”
“F**k! I knew that kid was unreliable. He ran, didn’t he?”
“If he hadn’t fled, we wouldn’t be in this mess!”
Despite their frantic complaints, they didn’t stop retreating, making their way toward an escape route.
They may have been foolish, but they weren’t completely hopeless—they understood one thing.
Within this magic circle, they were powerless. If they fought now, it would be suicide.
Or so they thought.
Wanda, well-trained and far from merciful, would never allow enemies to flee her domain.
She opened a portal, instantly appearing behind them.
With a flick of her fingers, four scarlet magic bullets shot forward, slamming into them and sending them flying backward.
With her advantage secured, Wanda pressed the attack.
She extended her hands, locking onto one of them.
Scarlet energy coiled around his body.
The man’s breathing grew labored.
A terrifying force surged through him—an overwhelming pressure, as if his very existence was being torn apart.
No.
It was more than just tearing.
This force was eroding him at a cellular level.
Every fiber of his being screamed as he dissolved, breaking down into nothing but fine particles.
He flailed desperately, summoning dark energy in an attempt to resist the disintegration.
Dark energy clashed violently with Wanda’s Origin Magic Power.
A brutal stalemate ensued.
If he faltered for even a second, he would cease to exist.
The remaining believers were petrified.
They had no idea what was happening—
But the agonized expression on their companion’s face told them one thing: it wasn’t good.
“Wanda, this is a waste of time,” Aaron interjected, appearing beside her. He shook his head.
“Why? I’ve always done it this way,” Wanda said, confused.
She had been following Aaron’s guidance all this time—
Studying magic, drawing from the Weave, and honing her skills.
Aaron had always emphasized one thing:
Origin Magic Power is her greatest treasure.
It was her true path to surpassing even the gods.
Compared to that, the magic of Kamar-Taj and Asgard was merely decoration.
Thus, Wanda had always prioritized her own magic, using other forms only as support.
In previous training exercises, against test subjects, all she had needed to do was grab them with magic and squeeze—
And they would crumble into dust in an instant.
She had assumed the same approach would work here.
But these were not mere test subjects.
Their magic was borrowed from higher entities—
And those entities could still influence them.
Even if she could eventually break them down, it would take too long.
That being the case…
“I get it now,” Wanda murmured.
She immediately released her grip.
The cultist, who had nearly suffocated, gasped desperately for air.
But before he could recover, a red portal materialized beneath his feet.
He fell.
Halfway through, the portal suddenly snapped shut.
A sickening crack echoed in the air.
A severed head rolled to the feet of the remaining three.
Beads of sweat dripped down their faces.
Who the hell had said this was just a harmless little girl?
This?
This was “harmless”?!
This wasn’t an innocent child.
This was a bloodthirsty little girl!
Her magic prowess exceeded theirs by far.
She had effortlessly restrained them.
One of them had even mocked her mere moments ago—
That idiot was now dead.
The three remaining believers glared at the severed head, but their rage had nowhere to go.
Then, suddenly—
Their bodies convulsed.
A terrifying surge of energy erupted within them.
They felt their wills slipping away…
Their bodies no longer their own…
“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!”
“My energy—out of control!”
“My body… what’s happening to my body?!”
“Damn it! WHAT IS THIS?!”
Their howls of agony filled the air.
They clutched their heads, writhing.
Their bodies warped, growing taller and taller.
Their eyes burned crimson.
A pair of sharp, curved horns sprouted from their foreheads.
In mere seconds, their transformation was complete.
Their humanity was gone.
Their bodies now belonged to Dimensional Lords.
The tallest of the three demons, exuding the stench of the Dark Dimension, lifted his blood-red eyes to Aaron.
And with a deep, guttural voice, he growled—
“Long time no see… God of Magic.”
