PFC Chapter 3815 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (3)
Chapter 3815 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (3)
Chapter 3815 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Part 30)
Later that evening, Schiller began conducting psychological surveys among the regular freshmen. Essentially, he used a study period to have them fill out questionnaires, then called those with higher anxiety scores aside for individual conversations.
The outcome was relatively good. After all, someone who dares to venture into the magical world alone must have considerable courage and willpower, so they wouldn't necessarily develop extreme emotions just because they can't keep up with others. However, some people were indeed overly anxious, and Schiller provided them with psychological counseling. By the time everything was finished, it was already evening.
Tonight, Schiller secretly met with Night Owl again in the Enchanted Forest. Last night, Schiller hadn't quite grasped the concepts, so he only covered the basics. Today, however, it was time for the main course.
Schiller considered himself not a renowned teacher, but at least he had imparted all his knowledge. He taught Night Owl everything he understood, without holding anything back. But alas, this knowledge just wouldn't enter Night Owl's mind.
Looking at the books and notes on the table, Night Owl was starting to question his existence. Yes, he did think the classes at magic school were a bit childish—wasn't it just waving a wand and chanting spells? Maybe with a little meditation. The magical theories and history weren't difficult either; he'd never been afraid of anyone when it came to rote memorization.
But now, learning this black magic, he finds it truly too difficult. Or rather, it's too mystical, completely illogical and counterintuitive. The cause-and-effect relationships are unclear, yet the connections between various things are exceptionally complex, as if there's another, unfathomable logic behind it all.
Actually, it really does exist. Schiller knew the truth: these seemingly unrelated mysterious things weren't entirely chaotic; it's just that the underlying logic was far too complex. Not only humans, but even magical creatures and ordinary demons couldn't fathom it.
If I had to find a single word to summarize it, it would probably be—cosmology.
The fundamental logic behind these things is too deeply hidden, equivalent to the underlying code of the universe. If Night Owl had attended a couple more classes on the structure of the universe, he could have pieced together the general idea. However, because he thought Lucifer was talking nonsense, he didn't attend a single class. Schiller even suspected that he didn't know who Lucifer was.
Of course, while Lucifer is a very famous name, it's hard to guarantee that there aren't other people with the same name, or that someone else uses it as a pseudonym. Even the real Lucifer, in most people's known legends, is just a fallen angel. Aside from a very few Batmen, nobody knows he's God's son.
In addition, the things he taught didn't sound very normal. Even those Batmen who wanted to broaden their horizons couldn't stick with the lesson for long; most of them started studying on their own towards the end.
Unable to grasp the underlying logic of the universe's structure, and with his own life form not well-suited to understanding such things, coupled with the fact that his teacher Schiller hadn't fully mastered the art himself, learning dark magic was incredibly agonizing for Night Owl.
He even suspected that Schiller was deliberately playing a trick on him. But Schiller had laid out the research process and historical background of these spells, and he couldn't find a single flaw. Everything seemed perfectly normal, except that each one was completely silent.
He'd wasted another night; Night Owl couldn't even draw the simplest magic circle to make someone trip and fall. He was starting to doubt his own intelligence.
Fortunately, Schiller had anticipated this outcome. To ensure that Night Owl was determined to follow the path of dark magic, he had prepared more than just one carrot.
“I think it’s because you haven’t encountered those dark beings, which is why you can’t understand their mysteries,” Schiller said. “Have you ever heard of a contract?”
Night Owl's hands immediately paused, a glint of light flashing in his eyes. He hadn't forgotten that the Sorcerer Supreme had specifically emphasized that no student was allowed to touch the contract during their studies.
The more the Sorcerer Supreme forbids something, the more evil and profitable it is. It goes without saying that the Pact is both dangerous and powerful.
“The essence of magic is borrowing.” Schiller’s voice echoed in the cabin. “We borrow power from those dark beings hidden in the depths of the universe, and we pay a price for it. Those powers are incredibly strong. The Sorcerer Supreme must have emphasized to you not to engage in contracts too early, because even in my opinion, it is extremely dangerous.”
Are you here to advise me to be careful?
"Of course not. Black magic is inherently dangerous, and black magicians face danger at all times. If you don't have the courage, then don't deal with black magic."
Schiller was determined to steer Night Owl astray, so he said, "For a magician, the most important thing is choosing a contract partner. Whom you draw your power from determines what kind of magician you will become. Most dark magicians' contract partners are those who possess the rules of darkness and evil; they are very dangerous, so you must be extremely careful when dealing with them."
Schiller spouted a lot of theories combining black magic, which sounded very professional, but was actually utter nonsense.
In Marvel, the only rule for dealing with demons is to beat them up. While you might not be able to defeat anyone at first, you have to take it one step at a time. The maximum strength of your contracted partner depends on how much trouble you can cause them to compromise after gaining power and giving it your all.
For example, some of the archmages in Kamar-Taj have made pacts with Dormammu and Mephisto. They can't actually defeat these two demons, but they have ways to cause them trouble.
For example, there was a Mephisto contractor who was utterly useless and incapable of doing anything right. Logically, a powerful figure like Mephisto wouldn't want such a lazy bum, but in the end, he reluctantly granted him his power. The reason was that this guy had an exceptionally strong ability to separate his soul from his body; his soul could act independently.
So, whenever Mephisto wanted to fool someone, he would go to that person and interfere with their soul, sometimes fighting over their body, sometimes disrupting their brainwaves. Several promising business deals that Mephisto had his eye on were ruined by him, and in the end, he had to pay to settle the matter.
There was another one who couldn't defeat Mephisto, but was still incredibly powerful and extremely stubborn and defiant, constantly challenging Mephisto to duels. He even dared to cause trouble in the Hell dimension, beating up all of the old devil's generals. Mephisto was thoroughly annoyed and eventually made a contract with him.
In short, there are basically two paths when it comes to humans making a pact with demons: either you deceive them with sweet words, or you beat them with your fists. If you think you can attract a demon with your extensive knowledge, superb skills, or exceptional talent, you're basically out of luck.
Schiller deliberately steered the conversation toward technology to prevent Night Owl from realizing this, implying that the better one studied, the better the demon god one could contract with.
Although it's unknown how long it will take for Night Owl to realize the truth, he'll delay as long as possible. It won't be long before the other Batmen realize the truth and take action.
Schiller didn't believe Batman would actually refrain from touching the contract; he wasn't doing it now only because he didn't have enough information. Once they felt confident, their move would be a decisive one.
And coincidentally, although the school is basically isolated from the outside world, there are still practice materials inside, right? Mephisto and Scarlet Witch are both sources of power, and even the Hippo Goddess can form contracts with others. By the time Batman has almost got the hang of it, and Night Owl realizes what's happening, it'll be too late.
After all, even a demon like Mephisto, who is desperately short of manpower, has to choose the best of the best. With so many Batmen available, he'll definitely pick the one with the strongest skills.
Don't be fooled by his initial optimism about Nite Owl; this old devil is cunning. Seeing how quickly the other Batmen have grasped the situation and found the right way to deal with the demon, while Nite Owl is still in seclusion training, he'll definitely think Nite Owl isn't very bright, greatly lowering his opinion of him and most likely refusing to lend him his power.
The Scarlet Witch goes without saying. Wanda's values are quite normal; even if she needed to borrow power, she would lend it to righteous people. The Hippo Goddess is similar; they both favor those with sensitive hearts and gentle emotions.
Schiller was quite satisfied with his work after another night of procrastination. He went home and went to sleep. The next morning, Wanda brought good news: Strange had agreed to let students skip a grade for the exam, and those who wanted to skip a grade could have a day off to study on their own that morning, and would prepare for the exam after dinner.
Upon hearing that skipping a grade was an option, not only Batman but also ordinary students jumped for joy to participate. However, Schiller, after reviewing the test Strange had hastily prepared overnight, found the amount of knowledge required to be enormous. Without Batman's memory, it would indeed be difficult to pass.
The actual operation is also very difficult, and there's also a flight test. Now the Batmen can't escape it; they can only gather in groups on the lawn to practice flying.
Schiller stood by the window of the school hospital, watching the spectacle. And you know what? No wonder some people enjoy acrobatics; it was really entertaining.
It's not that Batman is afraid to fly; after gaining some trust in magical energy, they do attempt flight. However, they seem to be just incompatible with the sky, and their flying skills are truly lacking.
Most Batmen went straight up and came down vertically, which was already considered pretty good. Then there were those who went up vertically and came down horizontally, and Arkham Batman, a troublemaker who never followed traffic rules whether driving on the ground or flying in the sky, and Bruce, a troublemaker who loved to watch the drama unfold and criticized everyone. For a while, it was utter chaos.
To Schiller's surprise, the best flyer among them was actually the Lego Batman. He wasn't just good at flying; Schiller thought he flew even more smoothly than Bruce Wayne. With those short arms outstretched, you'd mistake him for Superman.
The LEGO Batman finally got his revenge, standing with his hands on his hips in mid-air, laughing loudly. He mocked this person's awkward flying posture, then mocked that person's slow start, and even dared to mess with Bruce, taking advantage of his small size to scurry around him like a fly and even pluck feathers from his wings.
But LEGO Batman got a little too carried away; he forgot where he was—not that this was the magic school under the Sorcerer Supreme, but a nature reserve in Massachusetts. For environmental reasons, the magical shield wouldn't stop the animals.
Lego Batman was floating in mid-air, looking smugly at the chaotic situation below, when suddenly an eagle's cry rang out, and a huge black shadow appeared in an instant—a bald eagle, which snatched Lego Batman away with a single talon.
The main universe's Batman below immediately noticed the situation and shouted, "Stop! Everyone stop! Someone's been snatched by the eagle!!!"
Recently, some sensitive words in the text have been replaced, and revising the text has been driving me crazy. All the troubles have piled up at once.