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The Power That Belongs Only to God!

The spreading cold wave carved out a direct path for Dr. Clef to his destination.

Activating SCP-776's effects, he strode confidently through the icy passageway, his every step purposeful, as if he had always known exactly where he needed to go.

This scene only deepened Nick Fury's suspicions.

As Dr. Clef vanished from the surveillance feed, the scene transitioned.

In the next moment, Dr. Kondraki—who had been missing for a while—finally appeared.

The wound on his leg seemed to have healed, and butterflies fluttered around him in the air, gently circling him like loyal sentinels.

He shook his head in frustration before freezing mid-motion, his instincts flaring with alarm.

Turning around sharply, his gaze fell upon something—or someone—that made his blood run cold.

James stood calmly in the corridor, accompanied by the unflappable Dr. Gears, and in James' arms bounced none other than SCP-239.

A whisper escaped Dr. Kondraki's trembling lips:

"...Oh my God..."

His face paled.

"What's going on, James?" he asked, voice low and shaking.

His eyes instinctively avoided direct contact with SCP-239, as if afraid he might provoke her by accident.

Dr. Gears, calm as always, handed Kondraki an unknown brand of tripod and said in his mechanical tone,

"We received your distress signal. We arrived as quickly as possible. Professor Kain is currently dealing with the breached SCPs elsewhere. Only three of us are available."

"Three...?"

Dr. Kondraki lowered his voice even further, glancing nervously at SCP-239.

"Why only three?"

Meanwhile, as the two doctors whispered, SCP-239 tilted her head and looked curiously at James, her wide eyes sparkling with childlike innocence.

"The big devil is coming. Should I teach him a lesson?" she asked, her voice sweet but chilling in implication.

James met her gaze with a look of understanding.

Nick Fury, watching from the live broadcast room, immediately realized: James had already noticed something was wrong.

"As a witch," James said gently, "your first priority is to protect yourself."

SCP-239 pouted, disappointed.

"But what about the big devil?"

James smiled and ruffled her hair.

"The Knight will stop him."

"The Knight? Will he fight the big devil?" she asked eagerly.

Facing her clear, expectant gaze, James smiled reassuringly.

"Yes. They'll have a duel."

"What weapons will they use?" she asked, excited now.

James chuckled.

"How about a knife duel?"

"Ooh, that's a good idea!"

The moment she agreed, an ominous figure appeared at the end of the corridor.

Dr. Clef.

Instantly, the atmosphere grew suffocatingly tense.

The audience in the live broadcast room collectively held their breath.

Finally—

The duel was about to begin!

When enemies meet, it's always with burning hatred.

The second Dr. Kondraki locked eyes with Dr. Clef, his entire posture changed.

His hawk-like eyes narrowed dangerously, voice low and seething with rage.

"It's over, Clef," he growled.

"I'm going to finish you this time."

Without hesitation, Clef pulled the trigger.

Bang!

The bullet cut through the air but missed, impacting the wall with a sharp crack.

A flock of butterflies immediately fluttered between the two doctors, summoned by Kondraki's Phantom Butterfly ability.

Clef's face twisted with fury.

"Why," he roared, "are you still protecting that monster?!"

"Because, Clef," Kondraki said grimly, "things aren't black and white!"

Clef fired again.

Click.

Empty.

The shotgun clicked uselessly, its magazine empty.

Without missing a beat, Dr. Clef tossed it aside and reached into his coat, pulling out a crudely crafted blade.

The weapon was rough, approximately 80cm long and 6cm wide, clearly not made by any professional blacksmith.

Yet no one watching dared think it was "just" a normal knife.

In the S.H.I.E.L.D. viewing room, Nick Fury's eyes widened.

"That's... that's made of Telekill Alloy!" he muttered, recognizing the legendary material.

No time was wasted.

At the same moment Clef drew his weapon, Dr. Kondraki unscrewed the tripod Dr. Gears had given him.

Hidden within the tripod was a razor-sharp straight-blade saber, polished to a gleaming shine.

Snap!

The saber was drawn.

The viewers were stunned speechless.

Were these containment tools turned into dueling weapons?

Nick Fury's heart pounded.

James' earlier conversation with SCP-239 echoed in his mind.

Knights duel...

With knives...

Everything suddenly made horrifying sense.

Clang!

Their blades met with a deafening metallic screech.

"You're blind, Konny!" Clef sneered through gritted teeth.

"Where the hell did you even get that thing?"

He answered with another vicious slash.

Kondraki parried expertly.

Clang, clang, clang!

Steel sang against steel as the corridor transformed into their battlefield.

Dr. Clef's attacks were savage and unrelenting, while Dr. Kondraki's strikes were agile, elegant, almost like a dance.

The live broadcast room erupted into chaos.

"OH MY GOD! I'm watching two doctors swordfight in a deathmatch?!"

"This is the craziest crossover ever!"

"Stab him! Yes! STAB! More swordfights!"

"Apocalypse Four Doctors split? Best content ever!"

As the audience's excitement boiled over, the duel grew fiercer.

Another vicious clash.

Kondraki winced, panting.

"Damn you, Clef, stop! I don't want to kill you!"

"I... I don't want to kill anyone either..."

Clef's voice cracked, sounding almost... broken.

The pain in his words was unmistakable.

For a moment, Kondraki hesitated.

"You just killed two people, Clef! Look at yourself!" Kondraki shouted, furious and heartbroken.

Clef shook his head, despair written all over his face.

"No choice... I had to... She can change reality, Konny. She can change the whole world."

"We're containing her!"

"No... it's failed... It's all failed... and it's my fault..."

The anguish in Clef's voice left even Kondraki stunned.

Before he could respond, an excited voice interrupted.

"I CAST MAGIC MISSILE!"

Both doctors froze, turning toward the source.

There, bouncing in excitement, was SCP-239.

Buzz—

A low hum filled the air.

White-hot light erupted down the hallway.

BOOM!

The explosion shredded the corridor walls like paper.

Dr. Clef was hurled backwards like a ragdoll, vomiting black blood midair.

Time seemed to freeze.

Every viewer stared in awe.

SCP-239 casually lowered her arm.

James stood next to her, holding an open Chinese dictionary in one hand and pointing with a wooden stick in the other.

He had pretended to cast magic, but only SCP-239's "spell" had worked—and devastatingly so.

Ten "magic missiles" in one gesture!

Even Nick Fury was stunned.

"...Your son taught you magic?" someone joked in the chat.

Dr. Clef writhed in agony on the ground, black energy seeping from his mouth and eyes.

"What the hell, Clef?!" Kondraki yelled, alarmed.

Suddenly, Clef arched his back, screaming.

Black light exploded out of him.

James looked genuinely alarmed now, while SCP-239 merely huffed, proud of her handiwork.

BOOM!

The corridor wall burst open.

A hulking mechanical suit stomped in—Professor Kain, piloting SCP-244.

"Wow!" SCP-239 clapped joyfully.

"The mecha knight is here! Now the evil black dragon will be defeated!"

Nick Fury's smile froze.

Evil black dragon?

He snapped his head back to the screen—

—and his heart skipped a beat.

At the center of the screen, black light gathered into a monstrous shape.

Roar!!!

The deafening sound shook the entire building.

A fifty-foot-long black dragon burst into existence, spreading its massive wings and smashing through the ceiling.

Boom!

Debris rained down.

Panic erupted everywhere.

The live broadcast room exploded:

"WTFWTFWTF!!!"

"THERE'S REALLY A DRAGON!!!"

"This is not containment anymore, this is fantasy warfare!"

Everyone remembered.

Just minutes ago, SCP-239 had casually mentioned an "evil black dragon."

Now there it was.

With a flick of her imagination, reality bent to SCP-239's will.

She was no ordinary child.

She was a Level 4 reality bender—one capable of reshaping the world on a whim.

Nick Fury rubbed his temples in frustration.

"Last time it was a rogue Santa Claus. Now it's a black dragon..." he muttered.

"This little girl's containment class should be far above Keter!"

Suppressing his growing headache, Nick Fury steeled himself.

Whatever was coming next...

He needed to see how this insane story would end.

story even smoother if we keep the flow!