amaotonovel Chapter 3825 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (4)
Chapter 3825 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (4)
Chapter 3825 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Forty)
A little earlier, around the time Batman from Arkham was discharged from the hospital, his first stop after leaving the school hospital was neither a classroom nor a library, but the activity room of the Magical Mechanics Club.
He pushed open the door, startling Stark. Stark put down the wrench he was using to repair the Jaeger, looked him up and down, and asked, "Are you alright?"
"Not yet." Arkham Batman strode to the workbench and took the gem that had been successfully tested earlier off the table.
"What are you doing?!" Stark rushed over to stop him. "This thing hasn't been tested yet. You can't take it down. It'll be a disaster if it explodes!"
“It’s already exploded,” said Batman Arkham.
"what?"
"Otherwise, why would I have spent so many days at the school hospital?"
"Wasn't it said that an elemental upheaval occurred in the Magic Forest?"
"No."
Arkham Batman's tone was icy. Stark was curious about what was going on, but his gut feeling told him he should stay away from this man.
Although this guy is also Batman, he seems to be a completely different type of person from the main universe's Batman. While Arkham Batman may appear more ruthless on the surface, Stark can sense that Arkham Batman is the one with more fluctuating emotions. At least for now, he looks extremely angry.
Arkham Batman grabbed all the gems from the lab table. Stark wanted to stop him but didn't dare, so he tried to change the subject, saying, "Didn't you say you wanted to try out the Jaeger? I've almost finished adjusting the model..."
“No need,” said Arkham Batman. “Could you get me a car?”
"Sure, what model do you want? Stark Industries' hovercars have been selling quite well lately..."
"Hovering cars?"
"Yes, but it doesn't use magic; it's just some simple physics principles. The first batch just hit the market and is selling quite well. If you want one, I can give you one."
A day later, Batman Arkham looked at the Stark hovercar parked in the center of the event room and uttered a single word expressionlessly: "Ugly."
Stark's eyes widened in anger. But Arkham Batman had already lifted the hood. Stark quickly stepped forward to stop him, saying, "What are you doing?! Don't touch anything, you'll damage the powertrain..."
"You said you'd give me this car. Are you going back on your word?"
“How could Stark go back on his word!” Stark shouted, raising his voice, then added earnestly, “You can’t modify this car casually. If the suspension system malfunctions, you could fall out of mid-air. I’m doing this for your safety.”
Arkham Batman bent down to examine the engine closely, then stood up and said, "If you really care about my safety, help me modify this car."
What do you need this car for?
“I’m just used to having a car that suits me. Never mind, it’s fine if you don’t get involved, I can handle it myself.” With that, he picked up the wrench that Stark had put down.
"No, no, no! If it explodes, Stephen won't let me off the hook. I'll help you with it."
Another day passed, and Stark looked at the black, low-slung land tank that looked like a metal bat, parked in the center of the classroom with a complicated expression.
"Are you sure this thing looks good?" Stark, looking at the wrench in Arkham Batman's hand, remained relatively restrained and didn't show his disdain on his face.
“That’s not important.” Arkham Batman held out his hand to Stark and said, “Give it to me.”
"what?"
"Your magical core."
"When did I say I was going to give you my magic core?!"
“Right now.” Arkham Batman raised the wrench in his hand.
Stark, almost in tears, pulled the magic core from the mech next to him and said, "Couldn't you have been a little more tactful?"
“I don’t have time,” said Batman Arkham.
Hearing this, Stark became a little nervous again. He said, "What's going on? I've never understood these things in the wizarding world. What's happening out there?"
Batman Arkham's answer was also concise: "Someone's looking for death."
After saying that, he inserted the magic core into the engine of the modified Batmobile. He got in, started the engine, and with the familiar roar of the engine, the entire car radiated magical light.
"Hiss..." Stark gasped. "Isn't that a bit too much power? That engine has enough horsepower to power about 30 Jaegers. What are you going to do with it?"
"Hit someone." Arkham Batman was equally succinct.
Stark was taken aback and didn't know what to say for a moment. After hesitating for a moment, he said, "I won't ask who you're going to hit; they probably deserve it. But I have to remind you, the more effort you put in, the faster the energy is consumed. This thing won't last long."
"It's okay. Someone will take me home."
Arkham Batman got out of the car and tossed a small object onto the lab table. Stark turned to look; it appeared to be a ring. He leaned closer for a closer look and said, "Isn't this a sorcerer's slingshot? What are you doing with it?"
Have you ever heard of directional blasting?
"Uh... I've heard a little about it."
Batman Arkham picked up the small ring again, twirled it in front of his eyes, and said, "The principle behind this thing is similar to precisely controlled directional spatial explosion. So theoretically speaking, as long as there are location coordinates and enough energy, it can tear a hole in any dimension."
Stark unconsciously swallowed and asked, "So, which dimension has this honor?"
“It’s not clear yet, I’ll have to go ask.” Arkham Batman placed the sling ring on the lab table.
Stark's eyes widened, and he quickly stepped forward to stop him. He said, "You're not thinking of modifying this ring, are you? That won't do! Stephen said that its internal structure is very intricate, a stable structure that mages have iterated over thousands of years. It cannot be easily destroyed, otherwise unpredictable consequences will occur."
"for example?"
"A big explosion or something."
Arkham Batman didn't even look up. He said, "The most important explosion in this universe was the one that blew me up. The others..."
Although he didn't say it aloud, Stark understood his unspoken meaning. He wanted to stop him, but he knew he couldn't defeat Arkham Batman, so he gave up.
Actually, Stark had never had any contact with Batman Arkham before. However, following Schiller's advice, he wore his armor even when entering the activity room. He asked the armor what the probability was of him defeating Batman Arkham, and the armor, as expected, decisively told him it was zero.
Even if Stark couldn't read minds, he could tell that the ruthless guy in front of him was on the verge of going berserk. If it weren't for the worry of how to explain himself to Strange, he would have already flown back to New York.
Stark stood there watching him fiddle with it for a while. As a top scientist, he could roughly figure out what the Arkham Batman was doing. In fact, he hadn't damaged the original intricate structure inside the ring; he had simply added a positioning and guiding device.
This device reads Arkham Batman's brainwaves, extracts specific signals from them, and transmits them to the device that opens the portal. This allows them to obtain coordinates from Arkham Batman's brain and open the portal there.
It sounds complicated, and it's not simple to do in practice either. But Arkham Batman moves with dazzling speed, as if he had already planned it all out in his mind, and may have even simulated it countless times.
After everything was done, Arkham Batman left without looking back, leaving Stark completely bewildered.
"No, you were all set up to attack other dimensions, so why did you leave?"
Then he realized that when Batman from Arkham said "it's not clear yet," he meant that he didn't know which dimension his enemy was in, and that he was probably in the process of finding out.
However, magic schools are closed off, with virtually no contact with the outside world, not even internet access. Information from different dimensions of this universe is also kept secret from ordinary people. How exactly is he going to determine which dimension his enemy resides in?
After leaving the activity room, Arkham Batman went straight back to his dorm, while the main universe Batman happened to be in the library. Arkham Batman turned on the internet and began browsing.
I quickly found an account and sent him a private message: "Meet me at the side gate of the main castle courtyard at 16:00."
As the sun set, its dazzling orange-red light failed to illuminate the corner of the side doorway. Jarvis walked over and saw a tall figure standing there. He recognized him instantly.
“That’s brilliant,” Jarvis said. “He deliberately sent a message to my internet account from a school where there’s no way there’s internet.”
“You want to know how I did it?” Arkham Batman said. “It wasn’t just me. If you want to know, you can ask my roommate.”
"what do you want?"
"Mephisto."
"what?"
"Mephisto is in this school. You know that, right?"
Jarvis was silent for a while, then said, "Yes, but he has the Sorcerer Supreme's permission and is here on official business. Neither you nor I have the right to expel him."
“I’m not trying to expel him.” Arkham Batman shook his head, but didn’t elaborate on the matter. He simply said, “He has an account, right?”
"what do you mean?"
"Internet account. Regardless of which software it's on."
Jarvis paused for a moment, then said, "Yes, he has it. What do you need his account for?"
"He can't possibly come to Earth every time he goes online. How does he access the Earth's internet from hell?"
Jarvis fell silent again. After a long pause, he finally spoke: "This is an established rule. If the Sanctuary wants business, it has to give the Demons a chance to learn about Earth and their agents. Besides, their presence on the internet is also being monitored."
"Who is monitoring you?"
"……I."
How did Mephisto perform?
You can't expect a devil to obey human laws.
"That's because there's no Batman in your universe."
Jarvis stared at him silently.
What monitoring method do you use?
"what?"
"Program? Data?"
"electric signal."
"Send me the frequency band."
“Provoking Mephisto is not a wise choice.” Jarvis said in that mechanically flat tone, trying to make it sound like he was stating a reliable analytical conclusion. “In the Hell Dimension, no one can hurt him. He is almost omnipotent there.”
"What a coincidence. I don't need almost—I can do everything."