"Alexander! Don't come here!"
Selesia nervously looked at the figure in front of her. She didn't expect an ordinary person to stand in front of her at this moment. She knew that even creators were just ordinary people in the end.
Nearby, a purple-haired young man wearing a black jacket and holding a wooden sword had been watching. He was ready to rescue this seemingly ignorant creator. On the other side, little Sakura who had just rushed over also took out a Clow Card, hoping to block the attack. But Alexander's actions stunned them all.
Bright rays of light radiated from Alexander's body. The destructive light fell upon him, but under it, Alexander silently stretched out a finger.
In an instant, a thick ice wall appeared in front of Alexander, stronger than reinforced concrete. Mamika's attack landed on this ice wall but did not break it.
Cracks appeared on the ice wall, looking densely packed like spider webs. However, when the ice wall shattered, Alexander and Selesia stood before Mamika, unscathed.
Everyone felt their understanding of the world collapse.
"How is this possible? Isn't Alexander-san an ordinary person?" Sōta looked at Takashi, his face full of doubt. "Takashi-san, are you sure that Mr. Alexander is a creator and not a descendant? This power... it's not human!"
Sōta began to doubt Alexander's identity, wondering if he was a character from an anime pretending to be a creator.
Takashi was also stunned. Although he had just met Alexander, he was sure that Alexander was definitely a cartoonist.
"I don't know if Alexander is a descendant, but he is definitely a cartoonist. I've seen his works; they are truly exquisite."
Takashi's words made Sōta think. He quickly recalled all the manga he had read, trying to find a character that matched Alexander. However, his search yielded nothing.
Meanwhile, Takashi looked at Alexander with extreme jealousy. Everyone else was also a cartoonist, so why was Alexander so awesome?
"It's okay, Selesia," Alexander said, looking at Selesia. She stared at him in a daze, unsure if he was a descendant or a creator.
Alexander wasn't idle. With a touch of his hand, gentle rays of light fell on Selesia's body, healing her wounds at a speed visible to the naked eye. It was the Angel Healing Technique he got from Gabriel.
Seeing her wounds heal so quickly, Selesia couldn't believe it. She knew how severe her injuries were just moments ago.
"Alexander! You are also a descendant!"
For a moment, Selesia looked at Alexander in surprise. Everyone now regarded Alexander as a descendant who had hidden his identity. But to their surprise, Alexander shook his head.
"I'm really not a descendant. My identity is just an ordinary cartoonist."
Alexander had a look of helplessness. What he said was true, but everyone looked at him skeptically. An ordinary cartoonist? No one believed him.
"How is this possible?" Mamika looked at Alexander, her big cute eyes full of disbelief. Her strongest attack was easily blocked by him, a creator. How could she believe it?
At this moment, Alexander looked at Mamika and laughed.
"Is that your strongest move? If so, then it's my turn."
Alexander's voice rang in Mamika's ears. Hearing these words, Mamika raised her head instantly, and she saw a scene she could never forget.
This seemingly ordinary man turned out to be so terrifying!Chapter 268: Are All Cartoonists As Awesome As You!?