The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 3827 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (The End)

Chapter 3827 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (The End)

Arkham Batman is back.

What awaited him, of course, was a three-way trial. His attack didn't just blast a hole in the Hell Dimension; it tore a small hole in the magical defense network of the temple above New York, using a tiny fraction of Mephisto's power that had infiltrated Earth for "internet access." The mages guarding the temple were nearly scared to death.

Fortunately, it was eventually discovered that the sabotage was internal. However, this prompted Strange to urgently cut off the "network" of all the Daedric Lords. Even the "network" connecting the Sanctum Sanctorum to the outside world was cut off, and the Sanctum Sanctorum, which had been operating non-stop for over a decade, was forced into a mandatory holiday for the first time ever.

Before Batman from Arkham returned, Schiller was the one who faced collective criticism. It was because he was the one who brought Batman there, causing this incident. Although nothing serious happened, it was more frightening than if something had actually occurred.

"Alright, stop acting all innocent after getting the benefit." Schiller said with an equally self-righteous air, "Didn't I just help you find a loophole in the magic defense network?"

"Can you please not use such a provocative method?!" Strange roared.

“This is mild enough,” Schiller muttered to himself. “I wouldn’t have been this restrained in the past.”

Hearing this, the others had no grounds for argument. They knew Schiller was telling the truth. Schiller had been much more stable lately. If it were during his peak years, Strange had no doubt that he could orchestrate a conspiracy to tear apart the entire magical defense network from within, creating a massive ball of yarn that would entangle everyone on the magical side, leaving no one able to escape.

They've only managed to create a small opening in the magical defense network using Batman, which is quite restrained.

Strange was seething with rage. Seeing Arkham Batman swagger into the Great Hall only fueled his anger.

"you……"

Before he could even finish a single syllable, Arkham Batman's fist was already at his forehead. Strange abruptly retreated.

"I……"

With another syllable gone, Arkham Batman charged forward once more. His fist, imbued with hellish power, slammed into the cape, then he ripped it off with his hand. A flash of flame disappeared, and he was reduced to a thick cloud of ash, sweeping towards Strange like a storm.

"Batman!!!" Strange's roar echoed through the sky.

He wasn't made of clay either. Instantly, the light of elemental power erupted from his body. Even in Boston, the pillar of light could be seen shooting into the sky.

As Batman Arkham fell to the ground as ashes, he looked up at the Sorcerer Supreme floating in mid-air and thought to himself, "No wonder Mephisto said he couldn't beat him; this guy is really rich."

Strange glared at Arkham Batman. Just as he was about to unleash a magical energy attack, he crashed into the barrier of the Crimson Force.

“Stephen, can you calm down? He’s a student,” Wanda said. “As the principal, you can’t just lay a hand on him.”

"So he can attack me at will?!"

“There must be some misunderstanding,” Wanda said. “Besides, he can’t hurt you. Don’t take it to heart. If he really wanted to hurt you, I would teach him a lesson.”

After his initial anger subsided, Strange calmed down and accepted the concession Wanda offered. He withdrew his magical powers, sat back down, and stared coldly at Batman Arkham.

Aren't you going to explain?

“I have nothing to explain,” Arkham Batman said. “If you want to kill me, try it. Otherwise, leave me alone.”

With that, he tossed his cloak and strode out the door.

Strange was stunned. He pointed at Arkham Batman, speechless, as if he had never seen such a rude person before.

“That’s just how he is,” Schiller said. “He probably resents you for not punishing the night owl who blew him up.”

"Why didn't I punish him? Didn't I lock him in the meditation room?!"

"I mean the first explosion, the one in the Magic Forest."

"But wasn't that a loss of control of power? Even that guy called Night Owl couldn't control it, right?" Strange thought back for a moment, and because Arkham Batman was so self-righteous, he even wondered if there was something wrong with his memory.

"So you didn't stop Night Owl from gaining power?"

"Then why didn't I stop Night Owl from gaining power?!" Strange glared at Schiller. "Didn't you tell me it was fine?!"

“Let’s not talk about that now,” Schiller said. “Director Chris messaged me last night. He needs Mephisto to talk to the script. You should put him away first.”

“He’s caused me such a huge mess, and I still…” Strange sighed. “Alright. The film production really can’t be delayed any longer. Tell Mephisto to stay put at the filming location from now on and not to have any contact with Batman!”

Schiller nodded, as if making a guarantee on behalf of Mephisto. Then he turned to Mephisto, who had returned to school, and said, "You be the school doctor for two days, and I'll go talk about the script."

"Why?" Mephisto asked, still sporting the exact same face as Schiller.

“You have no idea how busy the school doctor has been lately,” Schiller sighed. “The curriculum is now teaching offensive magic, and we’re getting five or six Batmen coming in every day. I don’t actually know magic, so I can’t heal them with it. What’s the point of not running away?”

“I see,” Mephisto said, “but my magic isn’t specifically for healing either, I’m afraid…”

"If you keep dawdling, I'm going to change my mind."

"Alright, I'll cover for you for a few days," Mephisto said, shaking his head. He appeared reluctant, but was secretly overjoyed.

Being a school doctor is great! Not only will he get to meet all sorts of Batmen, maybe even manage to seduce a few. Plus, he won't have to deal with Chris for a while. After all, the set for *Divine Comedy* was damaged, and he needs some time to repair it. He's afraid that if he has too much contact with Chris, Chris will go visit it, and then he'll be exposed.

And so, Mephisto stayed at the university hospital. Schiller, on the other hand, went to the filming location to work on the script.

That very night, Mephisto learned why Schiller had run away. Batman Arkham, carrying a dying Night Owl and followed by the Sorcerer Supreme and a group of archmages, appeared at the entrance of the school hospital.

"What are you all doing here..." Mephisto couldn't help but look you up and down.

Batman from Arkham threw Night Owl in first. Mephisto looked at his former apostle and couldn't help but gasp; those bones were broken... When did a semi-trailer truck end up in the magic school?

Then I went to see Arkham Batman. He was completely unharmed and still incredibly arrogant, especially with the Sorcerer Supreme and a whole bunch of other sorcerers following behind.

“Batman!!!” Strange roared at him, “You trespassed into the meditation room and assaulted a classmate!! What do you think you’re doing?!”

“I didn’t intend to beat up my classmate,” Arkham Batman said.

Strange had just breathed a sigh of relief, thinking Mephisto was about to back down. But then Arkham Batman grabbed Mephisto by the collar and punched him. "Bang!"

Strange split open. The wind-up from that punch was so short that he didn't have time to block it. The impact of the punch on Schiller was so great that he froze completely.

Mephisto was stunned. "Wait, why did you hit me?! What did I do to you?!"

Wait a minute. Mephisto's brain started spinning. It seemed he wanted to punch Schiller, not me. No wonder Schiller ran so fast!

He wanted to explain, but Arkham Batman's punches had no wind-up at all, followed by a 28-hit combo that launched the opponent into the air. Although it didn't hurt Mephisto, it was still incredibly infuriating.

"Stop!!!" Mephisto shouted, "You bastard! I didn't do anything to you! Why did you hit me?!"

"Really? 'Saffir'? And Night Owl's good teacher?"

Mephisto paused, cursing Schiller in his mind. Schiller, disguised as Saffir, taught Night Owl dark magic and how to summon Mephisto. Night Owl's powers went out of control, blowing up Batman in Arkham; Schiller was definitely partly to blame.

But if you're going to blame Schiller, go find Schiller! Can't you open your eyes and take a good look at who I am?!

Wait a minute. Mephisto suddenly realized, could it be because he disguised himself too well?

To avoid giving himself away, Mephisto concealed his hellish powers very well. Even the Sorcerer Supreme himself might not be able to detect them, let alone Batman from Arkham.

"My life is truly miserable!" Mephisto cried out inwardly. But he still chose to comfort Batman Arkham.

“This is a misunderstanding,” Mephisto said. “You’ve probably mistaken me for someone else. I have no connection with this guy named Night Owl. I’m just a regular school doctor. If you have nothing else to do, please leave.”

Batman from Arkham didn't argue with him. He gave him a deep look, then glanced back at the Sorcerer Supreme before turning and leaving.

He made his way back to his dorm, met the main universe Batman, and said to him, "I think that's enough, let's go."

"where to?"

"Go home. I don't have time to waste here."

The main universe Batman's hand twitched. Arkham Batman, arms crossed, leaned against the doorframe and said, "You want to ask me why I'm leaving before I've learned the secret of magic. But let me tell you, the secret of magic isn't some bullshit 'wish fulfillment.' The secret of magic is—might makes right."

"I rammed the Lord of the Hell Dimension with my car. Not only did he not intend to kill me, he even made a pact with me. The first thing I did when I got back to school was attack the Sorcerer Supreme. He didn't do anything to me either. I stormed into the meditation room and beat Night Owl half to death. I even went to the school hospital and beat up the school doctor. And I still came back perfectly fine, didn't I?"

Everything was fine until the main universe Batman heard that he had beaten up the school doctor at the school hospital, and he couldn't help but look at Arkham Batman with a shocked expression.

Arkham Batman didn't explain either, saying, "So, the rules of magic are simple. First, steal; then, fight. Beat everyone into submission, and you're the Sorcerer Supreme. Do you think there's anything I can learn from that process?"

The main universe Batman paused, then shook his head. This process really didn't offer much for Arkham Batman to learn from. Because he did it even better than most people in this universe. Faster, more ruthless. Arrogant. Overwhelmingly powerful. Give him a few more days, and he could beat up every major and minor demon around Earth. Restoring the glory of the Sorcerer Supreme is our inescapable duty.

The main universe's Batman also realized where his problem lay. He and Nite Owl were scheming and maneuvering, putting pressure on each other. But it was all for naught. The seemingly mysterious rules of the magical world weren't nearly as complicated as they seemed. In short—might makes right.

The essence of magic is lending. Every loan implies a creditor, and every creditor implies the possibility of beating them up. If you can beat the creditor, you don't have to pay back the money. This is how the magical world operates.

In other words, no matter how much theoretical knowledge Batman learns here, back in his own universe, he still has to rely on his own fists to beat those mysterious beings. Without subduing them, he can forget about ever getting close to magic.

It seems there's really nothing left to learn. The main universe's Batman stood up and looked out the dormitory window. He just happened to see Schiller returning from the filming location.

Schiller looked up as if by telepathy. The instant their eyes met, the main universe's Batman said, "Is this what you wanted us to understand?"

Breaking through all laws, hahaha!