Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics
Chapter 4790 - 863: The School Doctor’s "Routine" (41)

Chapter 4790: Chapter 863: The School Doctor’s "Routine" (41)

"Meet me in the east courtyard." The note’s message was very simple, the strokes so forceful they pierced the paper, showing how angry the writer must have been. Night Owl, who received the note, merely sneered. Now he wasn’t afraid of Arkham Batman anymore.

Before class was even over, he was already heading towards the east courtyard. Because most students hadn’t yet finished class, the courtyard was deserted, but Arkham Batman was waiting there.

"I didn’t expect you to come so quickly." Night Owl said, "What do you want? To beat me up? I doubt you can do that now?"

"Yes, that’s why I don’t plan on beating you up."

Arkham Batman took half a step forward, and Night Owl instinctively took a big step back. Then he suddenly realized what he’d just done, angrily clenching his fists.

You couldn’t blame him. The guy in front of him was more like a monster than a human, or a cold, ruthless fighting machine. No one knew when he might suddenly lash out. Though he looked very similar to most of the Bruces, that face carried an extra intimidation.

Suddenly, Night Owl saw something shiny fly out from Arkham Batman’s hand, drawing a graceful arc in the air before landing on the ground with a "pop".

"I’ll give you one last chance." Arkham Batman said with an inexplicable tone of amusement, "Pick it up, and all our grudges are written off. I can help others, naturally I can help you too."

An overwhelming surge of anger shot up into Night Owl’s head. What did he mean by this? Playing me for a fool?!

Just as Night Owl was about to shout and curse, he saw Arkham Batman’s expression turn cold and heard him say, "Night Owl, you’re just such a failure. If Joker were here, he’d happily pick it up, grateful that I’d finally changed my mind, then ask how I could help him. He would perform for anyone for his wicked plans. And you, you’re not even as good as that madman."

Night Owl felt his mind go blank. Arkham Batman didn’t use his fists to hit him, but his words landed like a heavy blow to his brain, causing every fissure to tremble, his brainwaves creating tsunamis in the storm.

He trembled as he opened his mouth, just about to say something, when there was a sudden "boom". The thing Arkham Batman had just dropped exploded, and the explosion was so powerful it blew him away, sending him flying over the bridge behind him and crashing heavily down a cliff.

Night Owl was completely dazed by the explosion, not even thinking to stabilize himself with Mephisto’s power. By the time he reacted, the Professors had already flown over, and even if he had power, he didn’t dare use it.

In his extreme anger, a red haze covered Night Owl’s eyes. So much so that he didn’t even stay long in the school hospital, didn’t even bother to fake it, directly using Mephisto’s power to heal his injuries, rushing towards Arkham Batman who was walking along the edge of the lawn.

This time, he didn’t even have time to say a word before the two of them were once again blown away, along with many Batmen who were just passing by after class.

When Night Owl got up from the ground, the Supreme Magician had already arrived. He clenched his fists and gritted his teeth, but still didn’t dare reveal any power, simply letting the Supreme Magician send him into the Meditation Room.

Regardless, at least, anyway, that guy was blown up just like him, and he didn’t have Mephisto’s power to heal as quickly. Even if he calculated against himself, it was still a case of hurting the enemy a thousand and self-inflicting eight hundred, Night Owl thought.

He wasn’t sure if the Supreme Magician was paying attention to the Meditation Room, but he figured the Supreme Magician probably didn’t care about him. Otherwise, he had been blown to serious injury in the morning and yet could freely move around in the afternoon to find trouble with Arkham Batman; it just seemed odd. But the Supreme Magician just didn’t care, leaving him there without even asking a question.

Night Owl guessed that the Supreme Magician likely had bigger troubles to deal with. After all, with explosions happening one after another at the school, if he, as the headmaster, didn’t give an explanation, forget about the Batmen, even ordinary students would doubt him.

Since the Supreme Magician wasn’t paying attention here, he could take advantage of Mephisto’s power to slightly recover. After all, the second explosion’s point was even closer to him, and he was injured more severely. If he didn’t heal quickly, he’d end up in trouble here.

Focusing his attention, Night Owl began healing his wounds following the meditation method taught by Saphire. But suddenly, he found the power within his body being gradually stripped away, disappearing bit by bit, along with that unbearable thirst and burning sensation.

"No... no!!!!"

Mephisto, in Hell, looked utterly frustrated. It’s hard to imagine that this ancient devil, who had lived for who knows how long, would one day refer to someone else as a devil, but that’s exactly how he saw Arkham Batman.

The kid somehow got the coordinates of the Hell Dimension, crashed through, driving his jalopy straight in without even braking when he hit Mephisto, just rolling right over him.

And that wasn’t even the worst of it. That car, at a speed neither scientific nor magical, "whoosh", crashed into the set for "Divine Comedy" Mephisto had painstakingly built for Chris.

It was a scene he had worked hard on for months, and now it was shattered into smithereens by that clunker of a car!!!

Chris had already agreed to shoot "Divine Comedy." Now Mephisto’s focus was on constructing the Heaven scenes, and the house burned down while he was constructing, with the Hell scenes already completed destroyed!!!

Even though Mephisto was omnipotent in his dimension, constructing a movie scene to fit both the original work and human aesthetics consumed a lot of his energy. He had already imagined how many people would praise the exquisite set after the movie was released. The moment the scene was shattered, Mephisto felt his heart shatter along with it.

Full of rage, Mephisto wanted to kill. But the culprit just walked out of the car and stepped righteously on the fragment of the sculpture he had spent so long molding, saying, "Go ahead, kill me, see if the Supreme Magician will come for you."

Mephisto’s claw, already extended, paused. In his mind, the Supreme Magician wasn’t Strange, but The Ancient One.

This wasn’t even a question worth pondering. Even without a reason, The Ancient One would trouble him; if a student from the magical school actually died here, The Ancient One would flip the Hell Dimension upside down.

I’m so unlucky! Mephisto cried out internally. But he only cried out that once, and then his focus turned to Arkham Batman.

"You broke my stuff, human. How do you plan to compensate?!"

"Are you saying that I traveled all the way here, used my car to knock you over, and messed up your place just to find a reason to compensate you?"

Mephisto stammered. He decided to be straightforward: "Kid, you’ve got some talent, real potential to become a Supreme Magician. Want to team up with me?"

"Sure, but I have conditions."

"Let’s hear them."

"Rip up Night Owl’s useless contract."

"Well, although I’m a devil, devils keep their promises. Once a contract is established, it can’t be torn up lightly..."

Arkham Batman surveyed the surrounding ruins.

"Where did you see ’lightly’ here?"

Mephisto was again at a loss for words. Though he didn’t know how the other party managed it, it seemed to have taken some effort. Ordinary people indeed couldn’t achieve this.

"I just signed a contract with him not long ago; breaking it so soon would affect my reputation."

"I guarantee continuing with this contract will have a greater impact on your reputation," Arkham Batman said. "He couldn’t beat me with your strength; isn’t that embarrassing enough?"

"Uh..." Mephisto admitted Arkham Batman had a point. If Night Owl were even slightly useful, he wouldn’t have let this guy march straight into the Hell Dimension.

Mephisto was genuinely curious about what Night Owl was up to. You’d think with all this suffering at the hands of these Batmen, upon acquiring great power, his first move would be to cut the problem at its root. Instead, he’s giving his opponent time to make magic bombs, create magic cars, determine Hell Dimension coordinates, and open teleportation portals in the Hell Dimension. Isn’t that essentially getting the power and doing nothing with it?

As the saying goes, Mephisto is an opportunistic devil. Anything beneficial to him, he’d treat like a father; anything without value is immediately discarded.

When Shiller approached him about contracting a Batman, Mephisto already felt something was odd. Because Shiller was always on guard against him, would he really offer him a good deal?

Originally planning to observe a bit more, it now seemed unnecessary. This self-delivered option was more agreeable.

"Alright, I can terminate the contract with him, no longer providing him strength. But that’s not the key issue; the key is what do you want?"

"I need strength."

"I mean, what do you need the strength for?" Mephisto asked.

"Are you from the tax office, needing to investigate expenditures?"

Mephisto was again left speechless. He struggled to force a smile and said, "This is a necessary process. Besides, I need to know the nature of what you want to do to determine your strength quota. For instance, Night Owl said he wanted to get back at you guys, so I gave him plenty of strength. What do you need strength for? To get back at him too?"

"I want to beat up the Supreme Magician."

"What?!"

"I said, I want to give the Supreme Magician a beating. After that guy blew me up, he chose to let bygones be bygones. He can’t escape this beating."

"I think sometimes peace might be more valuable," Mephisto said tactfully. "Also, the one who blew you up wasn’t the Supreme Magician. There’s no need to involve such a wide range, right?"

"Whether it’s necessary or not, isn’t up to you."

Mephisto genuinely felt like swearing. What’s with these Batmen, why are they all like stones from a latrine? This one in particular is rock-hard, unable to hold a decent conversation without choking someone half to death.

"That’s definitely not possible," Mephisto said. "No matter how much strength I give you, you can’t beat the Supreme Magician. Besides, the current Supreme Magician has a mentor, one who’s notorious across the cosmos. You definitely can’t beat them."

"It’s not you, it’s your lack of strength," Arkham Batman said dismissively. "You’re the one who can’t give me enough strength to beat him. Forget it; today was a wasted trip. I’ll go ask Big Shadow."

Saying this, he got in the car to leave. Mephisto quickly stopped him, saying, "Wait, don’t go. Big Shadow isn’t as easy to talk to as I am; he might not be willing to lend you strength. My prices are fair; consider it again..."