Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics
Chapter 4764 - 3838: The School Doctor’s “Daily Life” (15)

Chapter 4764: Chapter 3838: The School Doctor’s “Daily Life” (15)

In the evening, Strange entered the school hospital. Shiller handed him the freshly brewed, faintly green Concealing Potion and said, "Don’t tell me I have to drink this during the actual filming; this stuff smells awful..."

"Are you stupid?" Strange looked at him and said, "If you drink the potion and become invisible, how is the camera supposed to capture you?"

Shiller slapped his forehead, sat down on the sofa in the office’s reception area, and said, "Forgive me, I’ve been a bit overwhelmed lately."

"This potion is just for show. They’ll probably give you juice later, and a mage will cast a spell to make you semi-transparent, or they’ll just use special effects in post-production."

Shiller nodded, handed the potion to him, and asked, "How is Batman’s learning progress coming along?"

"I must admit, they truly are geniuses. Especially in Magic Botany and courses requiring practical operations, they learn incredibly fast and can adapt the knowledge flexibly." Strange finally looked somewhat relieved and said, "In the magic defense network orientation classes, most of them have shown interest. The plan is proceeding smoothly."

"What about that Evil Batman? Has he done anything recently?"

"He’s quite evil indeed," Strange said. "Earlier, you should have received a student who was injured because of the potion getting into their eyes."

"Was that his doing?"

"Sort of. But the kid isn’t innocent either; he was bad-mouthing Mercury College earlier."

"Truly vengeful."

"Alright, I’ll take the potion. The illustrators still need to draw it for the guidebook. The director said they’ve already placed the newly drawn guidebooks of plants and creatures in the library. You can check them out if you have time."

Strange left the school hospital with the Concealing Potion. He was in such a hurry that he didn’t notice Primary Universe Batman standing on the stairs above, watching him leave.

Primary Universe Batman saw the fluorescent green potion in his hand.

"Why would the Supreme Magician be involved?" Primary Universe Batman pondered, "There’s no way Strange wouldn’t know Invisibility Magic. What’s his purpose in brewing potions by fishing in the Forest?"

With no clues for the moment, Primary Universe Batman went back to his dorm. He borrowed that guidebook and planned to spend the night memorizing all its content so he wouldn’t be clueless about any plants and creatures he might encounter.

In the evening, Shiller applied another round of medicine to the student. With nowhere else to go and no internet in the Magic Academy, he decided to visit the library to see the guidebook.

It’s not that he was interested in Magical Plants and Animals; he was simply impressed by the screenwriters. The cultivation of magical plants has only started for a few years, and the varieties aren’t many, so a book on it would likely be thin. Magical animals are scarcely seen, and the few artificially bred ones can be counted on one hand. If you include demons, you might add up the points, but unfortunately, that’s not possible.

In other words, this guidebook was mostly concocted by the screenwriters, with most of it being fabricated. However, since it’s a significant plot device, the fabrication had to be logical. The entire writing team spent over half a year crafting this pretty comprehensive and intriguing book.

In the plot, Little Wizards enter the Forest and discover traces left by Saphire. They want to know what Saphire was doing there, so they collect his traces and head to the library to look up information.

The material they’re looking for is in this guidebook, which is why the props team arranged for someone to put the guidebook on the shelf so that it could be picked up directly during filming.

Shiller went to the library, looked around the scientific section, but couldn’t find the book. He carefully searched the nearby shelves and found some traces — it seemed like the book had been placed there but was taken away.

Shiller felt a bit disappointed but didn’t think much of it. He thought the props team might have taken it for a close-up shot, so he picked up another book and spent time in the library.

Meanwhile, Batman, who was reading the guidebook in the dorm, became increasingly confused. The book was vividly worded, beautifully written, and illustrated with detail. But rather than a scientific guidebook, it resembled a children’s book more.

Any scientific guidebook meant for educational purposes should be as concise and accurate as possible. Even if some fun is added, it should enhance the content without overshadowing it.

But this guidebook is entirely opposite; 80% of it is about entertainment. This Supreme Magician seems like a master of children’s literature, willing to spend considerable space describing a turf war between magical guinea pigs, neglecting the scientific habits, classification, and evolutionary history of the animal.

As a diligent scientist, this book made Batman’s head buzz. He initially thought he could quickly learn about the magic realm’s biological knowledge through this book, but instead, he learned more about writing children’s literature.

Primary Universe Batman found it hard to continue and threw the book aside, and Arkham Batman sat down to read. After a while, he couldn’t continue either, and they sat across from each other at the desk, exchanging perplexed looks.

"Do you feel something’s not right?" Primary Universe Batman said.

"Yes, I feel it too. This universe is peculiar, not professional, yet powerful. It looks like an amateur setup, yet it runs harmoniously."

"Do you think this is a coincidence?"

"Probably not." Arkham Batman paused and said, "Something beyond our understanding must be happening. Those things may not be real, but they’re taking it very seriously, and these things have misled us."

"We need a broader range of information channels," said Primary Universe Batman. "This universe should have the internet, right?"

"Yes, but not within the school." Arkham Batman thought for a moment and said, "I don’t know if it’s the magic energy affecting the signal, or if they deliberately set up some shielding device, or perhaps they simply didn’t connect to the internet."

Primary Universe Batman took out his magic wand and said, "Energy itself is a type of signal. If we can change the frequency of the energy, perhaps we can use magic energy to receive the internet signals of this universe. But it requires some preparation."

"We should first make a reading device to understand the transmission and reception patterns of energy signals, and then make a frequency converter to adjust the energy signals. After that, we need to interact with the nearest internet signal..."

The two began discussing in detail the possibility of converting magic energy into a network signal, and then they determined that it should be feasible.

They studied magic for two days and discovered their problem: this universe indeed does not limit innate talents, but Batman is an incurable logic freak. He needs everything to have rules, order, and opposes mysticism and nihilism.

In simple terms, his mind doesn’t turn in the direction of magic, always thinking of using scientific methods to analyze magic. The difference with Stark is that Stark can convince himself that magic is mind over matter, using it in a pragmatic way; while Batman is more stubborn, he insists on trying to twist the principles of magic into scientific principles.

They went straight to work, starting to search for materials to create the reading device. These were definitely not in their dorm room or classroom, but Primary Universe Batman vaguely remembered there was a mirror in the school hospital’s office, which didn’t look like an ordinary mirror. It seemed to be able to reflect the natural elements in the air and should be some kind of magical item.

That night, two sneaky figures slipped into the school hospital. Primary Universe Batman, holding the Hippo Goddess’s seal, breached the magical barrier of the school hospital and snuck into Shiller’s office under the cover of darkness.

Shiller, due to his recently disrupted schedule, had the rare chance to go to bed early. He went to sleep early and deeply, never thinking his office would be burglarized.

So, he genuinely thought it was haunted when he got up the next morning and found the two mirrors at the hallway gone.

He stood in the middle of the hallway, glanced left, then right, and now there were just two bare walls left, with the screw holes where the mirrors once were still in place, but the mirrors and screws had vanished.

"Am I hallucinating?" Shiller turned around, looked a bit, and said, "There should be two mirrors here, right? Where are they?"

While Shiller was puzzled, he heard a commotion coming from the ward again. He didn’t have time to worry about the mirrors, so he quickly walked out of the office, only to find another group of Batmen had arrived at the school hospital.

"They started fighting during breakfast," Lucifer, arms crossed, leaning against the wall, said, "This time it was the Neptune Academy side that first picked the fight. You probably don’t want to know the specifics, just bandage them up first."

Shiller sighed in resignation, thinking, who else brought so many Batmen into the school?

He walked inside, stunned to see Arkham Batman lying on a bed—how could it be him?

"You..." Shiller was baffled.

It’s important to remember that the last time there was a brawl, Arkham Batman fought three people, all of whom ended up injured while he didn’t get a scratch. How did he get hurt this time?

"Who did you fight with?" Shiller couldn’t help but ask, "Didn’t you beat Steven up?!"

Arkham Batman coughed twice and said, "Even the best can have an off day."

"This off day was quite significant," Shiller couldn’t help but remark, then he stepped forward to examine Arkham Batman’s condition. The injury wasn’t severe; he was just poked in the arm by a magic wand, the wound wasn’t deep, but it did bleed, so Shiller had to bandage him.

"Who used a magic wand as a dart?" Shiller asked.

He turned his head to meet Arkham Batman’s "who else?" look. Shiller immediately visualized Bruce’s teasing smile, so he wisely decided not to ask any further.

Seeing Shiller carefully bandage him, a hint of light flashed in Arkham Batman’s eyes. He intentionally left an opening for Bruce during the morning fight, allowing Bruce’s thrown magic wand to hit his arm, causing it to bleed.

This gave him a rightful excuse to enter the school hospital and hold Shiller up with his injuries, leaving him no time to investigate the office’s missing mirrors. During this time, Primary Universe Batman should have cleaned up everything thoroughly.

"Isn’t it strange," Shiller said while bandaging, "when I woke up this morning, I found the two mirrors at my office hallway gone."

"It is quite strange," Arkham Batman said, "but since it’s a magical item, problems are normal. Are you planning to look for them?"

Shiller thought about it, but having a lot on his plate lately, especially with the frequent Batman visits to the school hospital and having to memorize a script, he really had no time to worry about two mirrors.

"Forget it, I don’t have the time," Shiller said. "Let’s just pretend they grew legs and ran away."