I Am in Marvel with Unlimited Cards

I have finished translating this fanfic, IMUC (I Am In Marvel With Unlimited Cards) and have posted all the advanced chapters on Patreon. (https://www.patreon.com/c/marvel6395). You can read all the advanced chapters there.

"Is this some kind of joke?" 

Apocalypse's cold gaze fell on Jean, who was not even ten years old. Though his face remained emotionless, there was unmistakable anger hidden in his words.

Jean was clearly frightened by Apocalypse and hid behind Caesar, clutching his coat tightly.

The three Horsemen shook their heads in disappointment. They could accept that Caesar might pose a threat to Apocalypse, but to suggest that this still-developing young girl could be stronger than Apocalypse—that was pure fantasy.

The most devout of the Horsemen, Storm, even shouted at Caesar, "This is blasphemy against the gods!"

"I'm not joking," Caesar replied, his tone as steady as ever.

"Caesar, am I really that strong?" Jean asked, looking up at him with wide eyes like a confused kitten. Caesar, slightly embarrassed, rubbed his nose and coughed to maintain his composure, "Come on, don't doubt yourself! You can do it— trust me!"

"Okay!" Jean, encouraged, mustered her courage and clenched her small fists, throwing a playful punch in Apocalypse's direction, saying with mock ferocity, "I-I'm really strong!"

Apocalypse remained silent, though his dark blue face seemed to turn even darker.

The three Horsemen didn't know how to respond. No matter how they looked at her, Jean appeared to be just a timid little girl. Her attempts at bravado did nothing to hide her childlike nature, let alone make her seem like someone who could rival Apocalypse, a self-proclaimed god.

"You don't believe me, do you?"

Caesar smiled and patted Jean's head, then suddenly made a proposal. "How about this: I won't take any action, and Jean will be your opponent. If you win, I'll leave, and you can continue your ritual. But if you lose, you'll be my servant for a hundred years!"

The temple hall of the pyramid fell silent once again.

Apocalypse's expression shifted, his eyes narrowing as if considering something. The three Horsemen looked at each other in disbelief, glancing between Apocalypse and Jean, unsure how to react to this proposal, which seemed overwhelmingly in their favor.

Meanwhile, Charles, still bound to the stone altar, struggled and let out muffled protests. He was furious that Caesar would make a bet involving him, and he wanted to scream at Caesar.

Jean looked up at Caesar in confusion, not understanding why her teacher had such confidence in her.

"So, what do you say, Apocalypse? If you think this deal is unfair, you can fight me instead," Caesar added, rolling up his sleeves, ready to fight.

Apocalypse squinted, then nodded. "Fine, I accept your proposal!"

He had no reason to refuse. Facing Caesar was risky, especially without Charles' powers. But if the opponent was Jean, it was an easy win.

Jean nervously nudged Caesar's hand with her head and whispered, "Caesar, can I really do this?"

"Trust me," Caesar said gently, kneeling down to look her in the eyes. "You have far more potential than you realize. Just remember what I taught you on the island— relax, and let your inner power flow naturally."

Jean's large, blue-green eyes reflected Caesar's face. A small, shy smile appeared on her adorable face. "If you say so, then I'll give it a try."

"I don't trust anyone, not even myself, but I trust you. If you say I can do it, then I will."

Taking a deep breath, Jean turned away from Caesar and stepped forward, standing alone against the towering figure of Apocalypse, about ten meters apart.

"You can do it because you're my student," Caesar said with a smile as he moved to the side, standing near the three Horsemen at the edge of the hall.

"Mind if I stand here?" Caesar asked, glancing at Archangel and the others.

"You're more than welcome," Psylocke and Storm replied with forced smiles.

With Angel's fiery temper from the underground fighting arena, if it had been someone else, he would have already unleashed a few Steel wings on them. But against Caesar, who he couldn't defeat, he could only curl up his steel wings in frustration, unwilling to lay a finger on Caesar.

After Caesar and the three Horsemen moved aside, the central area of the pyramid's altar hall was left with only Apocalypse and Jean facing each other.

"Jean, it's up to you now," Caesar said, watching Jean's small figure with an enigmatic smile.

"I'm going to start."

Apocalypse signaled Jean to prepare. Jean ignored him and instead closed her eyes.

"Hmph, ignorant mortal."

Apocalypse raised his left hand. With a belief in his invincibility spanning thousands of years, he thought of countless ways to kill Jean. But to ensure victory, he chose to use his full strength.

Even when a lion hunts a rabbit, it uses its full strength!

"Super Dynamic Vision!"

A white light appeared in Apocalypse's eyes, making time seem to slow to a near standstill.

"Steel Armor!"

A suit of armor capable of withstanding missile bombardments rapidly formed around him.

"Air Shield!"

The air around Apocalypse condensed into a dense pressure wall, likely capable of withstanding the direct impact of an atomic bomb.

"Tenfold Enhancement!"

Apocalypse's physique became ten times more robust, enhancing all his physical attributes by tenfold.

"Telepathy Immunity!"

A heavy barrier built up in Apocalypse's mental world, making it impossible for even someone as powerful as Charles to control him through telepathy.

"Spatial Restriction!"

Apocalypse restricted the space around him and Jean, preventing any teleportation abilities from being used within this area.

"Body Molecular Control!"

Apocalypse transformed his body into a supreme weapon, capable of changing any part into a weapon form to handle any battle situation that might arise.

…

After activating dozens of enhancement and defensive abilities within just half a second, Apocalypse's aura alone was enough to make it hard for anyone to breathe.

"Energy Generation!!!"

Apocalypse raised his hands, absorbing the energy in the air, and a brilliant golden power began to gather and intensify in his palms.

This attack could easily destroy a skyscraper.

Apocalypse looked forward. Jean, still oblivious, kept her eyes tightly shut, mumbling something under her breath.

With Apocalypse's hearing greatly enhanced, he could clearly hear: "As the teacher said, relax, release the inner power. I can do it…"

"It's over. If you have anyone to blame, blame your teacher for sending you here to die."

Apocalypse sneered coldly and hurled the gathered energy forward. The air ignited and exploded with the intense force. It seemed that Jean was about to be enveloped and obliterated by the overwhelming energy.

In the next instant—

Jean's eyes suddenly opened, her feet lifting off the ground as she floated in mid-air. A mysterious and awe-inspiring force awakened from within her small body. This power manifested as golden wings of nothingness, like a sacred halo, appearing on her back.

Like a Phoenix.

**(End of Chapter)**