Chapitre 131: Chapter 131: The Magical Panda - The Third Clone
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"Shi... Aimin?"
A trace of confusion flickered in Black Widow's wide eyes.
"Yes, Shi Aimin," George replied, his tone resolute.
Giving Captain America a new name for his identification was a precaution to prevent him from being recognized while outside. This would reduce trouble for the school.
Otherwise, with his uncanny resemblance to Captain America—both in looks and name—it would be hard not to raise suspicions.
This change had also been approved by Steve himself, who was eager to live under a new identity.
"Hello, my name is Shi Aimin," Captain America said, extending his right hand toward Black Widow.
"Hello, Natasha," she replied, still staring at him with a face full of doubt.
If she had encountered someone who looked this much like Captain America in an ordinary setting, she might not have overthought it.
But this man was at George's school, joining as a new teacher, and lacked proper identification. That alone made it impossible for her not to suspect something.
"If you have time, do consider my suggestion. The school's doors are always open to you," George said, taking the opportunity to invite her again as he escorted Black Widow out after they finished taking photos and filling out the necessary forms.
With Captain America's addition, the school had a new teacher. That very evening, Professor X introduced George to a new student.
"Jessica Campbell, 10 years old.
During a trip to Disneyland, she and her younger brother were quarreling in the back seat. This distracted her father, who was driving, and their car collided with a military vehicle carrying radioactive chemicals.
She was the sole survivor of the accident. After being sent to the hospital, she remained in a coma for several months. Upon waking, she discovered she had gained extraordinary strength and the ability to fly.
She is now adopted by the Jones family and has taken the name Jessica Jones.
I've observed her for a few days and believe she would be a good fit for our school," explained Professor X.
"Professor, if you think she's suitable, then let's enroll her," George responded.
With decades of experience recruiting mutant children, Professor X excelled at assessing potential students and convincing their families to let them attend the school.
George decided to leave student recruitment entirely in the professor's capable hands, focusing his own time on studying and developing his magical abilities.
Now that the professor's wealth had been restored, and with no immediate trouble from the government, S.H.I.E.L.D., or Hydra, the school was in a stable state. They had gained a powerful and intelligent teacher, so there was little need for George to intervene further.
After finalizing the admission criteria and process with Professor X, George returned to his dormitory to prepare for bed as usual.
At this point, he had mastered the ability to control three separate bodies simultaneously with ease, without any noticeable delays or issues—a testament to his steadily growing psychic power.
After showering, George lay down in bed and closed his eyes. Suddenly, his body tensed as a familiar sensation of splitting overtook him.
Sure enough, after the searing pain of soul division, a new perspective appeared before his eyes.
At the same time, six years of dull and repetitive memories flashed through his mind—drinking milk, sleeping, eating bamboo, climbing trees, basking in the sun. Day after day, the routine was nearly identical.
"Damn, last time it was a magical cat. Now I'm a giant panda? Can't I just become a human for once?"
Standing in the Bronx Zoo in New York, George glanced at his surroundings, unable to suppress the sarcastic thought running through his mind.
His newly divided soul had attached itself to the body of an adult giant panda that had unexpectedly died of cardiac arrest.
This particular giant panda resided in New York's Bronx Zoo.
"Fine, a giant panda it is. At least this form has some decent physical strength," George thought to himself.
Despite their cute and clumsy appearance, pandas aren't cats but bears—predatory animals with formidable strength. Their bite force is astonishing, earning them the nickname "iron-eating beasts" in ancient times.
A fully grown panda can weigh up to 300-400 pounds, with a bite force approaching 300 pounds, only slightly weaker than lions and tigers. However, their teeth are sharper, and a single slap of their paw can exert up to 3,200 pounds of force.
One example is Huzi, a wild-released panda who once shattered a wolf's spine with a single swipe of its paw.
George's clones shared a physical and mystical connection, pooling their strengths. Consequently, all his avatars—be it his Marvel main body, the Harry Potter clone, or the Fairy Tail world clone—now gained the strength of a panda.
Similarly, this new panda clone inherited the magical and physical enhancements of his other forms, amplifying its innate power.
"Looks like I need to find Mirajane to learn transformation magic," George mused as he flexed his bear paw thoughtfully.
A panda's body wasn't exactly practical for moving about freely in the human world. He could only imagine the chaos if he escaped the zoo and wandered into the city streets—he'd be surrounded and trapped by curious onlookers in no time.
Transformation magic, widely known in the Fairy Tail universe, might be his best option. Mirajane was particularly skilled in it, capable of partial transformations, such as turning just her head into a cat's.
However, transformation magic only altered one's appearance and did not confer the strength or abilities of the transformed creature. That would require Take Over magic, a specialty of muscle-bound Elfman, who could absorb the power of defeated beasts and monsters to transform into them during battle.
"First, let's get out of here!"
Adjusting to his new panda form, George stood upright and approached the metal door of his enclosure. Raising his paw, he began casting a spell:
*"Alohomora!"*
The large lock clicked open under the unlocking spell's effect.
Since his clone in this world didn't have a wand, George relied on gestures to perform magic.
Pushing the door open, he stepped into the outdoor area of the enclosure. A glowing magic circle appeared behind him, and a pair of snow-white wings unfurled from his back.
With a powerful flap, his body soared into the sky, rapidly gaining altitude as he headed toward downtown New York.
The memories of this panda were entirely mundane—eating, sleeping, and more eating. There was no useful information to extract. George's top priority now was to figure out what kind of world this was.
Given that a new clone had emerged, he was confident this wasn't an ordinary world.
Based on the patterns of his previous clones, this world likely possessed unique superhuman powers, and there was a strong possibility of magic existing here.
To confirm his theories, he decided to explore New York City in search of clues.
"Behold! The Flying Panda!"
Meanwhile, a young security guard patrolling the zoo froze in disbelief as he watched George soar away from the panda exhibit. His flashlight slipped from his trembling hands and clattered to the ground.
For a long moment, he simply stared into the night, muttering to himself, "I must be hallucinating. I've been overindulging again. A panda flying? That's impossible. Absolutely impossible."
Shortly after, when he returned to the now-empty panda enclosure, his face turned pale as the weight of reality hit him.
It felt as if the sky had fallen.
(End of Chapter)
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