PFC Chapter 3787 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (2)
Chapter 3787 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (2)
Chapter 3787 The School Doctor's "Daily Life" (Part Two)
The magnificent yet solemn grand hall truly gave the Batmen quite a shock.
In their universe, magic was considered something beneath respectability. Most mages lived in poverty, with Constantine being a prime example. Even a mage like Zatanna, who didn't have to pay a price, had to earn a living by performing on the streets. While not exactly ragged and homeless, they were certainly strapped for cash and had no fixed abode.
And the mages of this universe were able to create such a magnificent magic academy. Leaving aside the amazing magical effects, the cost of building such a massive castle is unimaginable.
The Batmen, of course, had no idea that the castle had only been built recently, and the historical traces were deliberately aged for filming. They assumed the castle was at least several centuries old. In other words, it was possible that the mages of this universe were already quite advanced in the Middle Ages.
Some Batmen who thought things through more deeply naturally realized the key question: if the sorcerers in this universe are so powerful and the history of magic is so long, then in some dark and ignorant periods in history, would ordinary people have had a harder time living?
Thinking about it this way, Batman realized that beneath the castle's glamorous facade lay blood and tears.
But before he could think about more practical issues, a major obstacle was placed in front of them—the school's division into departments was based on exams!
From seeing the castle to entering the Great Hall, the entire process seemed magical. But when the crucial Sorting Ceremony arrived, they were faced with a stack of all-too-familiar exam papers, the process essentially no different from a university student's final exam.
"What the hell!" Lego Batman stared at the stack of exam papers. "I didn't come here for a final exam! Why does the magic academy need exams?"
Just as he was complaining, a beautiful figure in red walked up to the row, put her hands together, gave him an apologetic smile, and said, "Sir, please forgive us for forgetting that there are some students with special body types—shrinking!"
With a flick of her finger, the exam paper in front of the LEGO Batman shrunk many times over, becoming a size that the LEGO Batman could write on. Then, the lady thoughtfully shrunk the quill and ink as well.
The LEGO Batman stared in disbelief at everything that was happening before him, his eyes sparkling with longing.
“Oh, thank you, beautiful lady. Are you a professor? Yes, Professor Wanda. I mean, was that magic just now? Something that can enlarge or shrink things?”
"Yes, student. You will learn these spells in the following lessons. Do you have any questions?"
"No, thank you, Professor."
The LEGO Batman was getting all excited again. He clenched his fist, bent his arm in a cheering gesture, and muttered, "Yay! Once I learn magic, I'll make my house super big! Then no one will dare get lost. They'll be speechless with surprise!"
"No, no, no, if everything can be magnified, why don't I magnify myself? I want to become even taller than them, and then I can stroll around their territory..."
Another image popped into LEGO Batman's mind: he had grown to be as tall as a four-story building in the real world, and the other Batmen, who were once enormous to him, looked like tiny ants at his feet. He stood in the crowd, laughing triumphantly.
With that thought in mind, he no longer disliked the exam, but instead picked up his pen and began to write quickly.
However, this wasn't a test that could be solved simply by being serious; it contained a large number of abstract esoteric questions. More like a psychological assessment report than an exam, most Batmen struggled to answer, including even the main universe's Batmen.
He couldn't help but glance up at Schiller, who was sitting at the very front, halfway through his answer. His gaze seemed to say, "I know perfectly well who set the question."
Schiller smiled at him. The main universe's Batman sighed inwardly, resigned to continuing his struggle with these inexplicable questions.
Schiller knew, of course, how difficult these questions would be for Batman. Many of them required intuitive judgment, but Batman was the kind of person who didn't trust intuition and preferred to follow logical reasoning—he would deduce three points even if there was no logic, digging out a reason from all sorts of angles, which naturally made the questions difficult to answer.
But ordinary people don't have that kind of wisdom, nor do they care so much about logic. Answering based on their intuition and following their heart is often more accurate.
About two hours later, most people had finished answering the questions, and the remaining few were only a few questions away from finishing. After everyone had collected their papers, the professors sat together and began grading them.
Actually, there are no right or wrong answers to these questions; it's more about one's inner inclinations and affinity for certain natural elements. A quick glance gave me a general idea.
When the sorting list was announced, many students were nervous. The Batmen appeared calm, but there was an undercurrent of tension. After all, they belonged to different factions, and whether or not they were assigned to the same house was a big deal.
In the end, when the sorting results came out, it really surprised the Batmen.
The main universe Batman, the Grand Adventure universe Batman, and the Arkham Batman were all assigned to Neptune Academy, also known as the Battle Academy. That's understandable. Night Owl, Injustice Batman, and Bruce were all assigned to Mercury Academy, also known as the Mercury Business School. The LEGO Batman, however, was assigned alone to Saturn Academy, also known as the Engineering Academy—no other Batman was assigned there.
When the results came out, LEGO Batman was the first to be incredulous. He practically jumped up, shouting, "How could I be assigned to Saturn Academy?! I should be in Neptune Academy, I'm the most powerful archmage!!!"
"...The college does not restrict the subjects you study." As the principal, Strange reassured everyone on the stage, "Being assigned to a college does not mean you will necessarily pursue a certain profession. Everyone studies the same courses and is free to choose their career path in the future."
"As the principal, I must remind you: the Magic Academy will provide you with all the energy you need for your studies. Before the internship begins, no student is allowed to contact a demon god without permission. If discovered, the consequences range from suspension to expulsion. Do you understand?"
Most of the students were completely bewildered by these words. Magic had never existed in their lives before, they didn't understand that magic was essentially about lending, and they had no idea what a demon god was. However, since the headmaster had emphasized it so seriously, they could only respond in unison.
The Batmen, however, began to ponder. They weren't entirely ignorant of magic in this world; some Batmen had learned about magic through contact with Marvel superheroes, realizing that the essence of magic on their side was the same as their own.
This only makes the magic academy even more suspicious. If the essence of magic is borrowing, then what price did the mages of this universe pay to borrow so much energy from the demon gods? Where did they get so much energy to squander?
While Batman may not be considered a conspiracy theorist, they think much more than ordinary people and naturally consider some of the worst-case scenarios.
Having some understanding of the mages in their own universe, they realized how difficult it is to borrow money from demons. Most mages have to pay a heavy price, often suffering from misfortune and unbearable pain.
Since there's a price to pay here, yet most mages look quite glamorous, who's paying that price?
The Batman of the main universe felt his heart sink. He began to search for his experiences dealing with Strange when he shared a body with Stark.
He remembered their conversation from years ago—this guy was a pure human supremacist, and rather extreme, perhaps even more extreme than Luther. Was it really a good thing to let such a person wield such immense power?
Batman couldn't help but wonder: First of all, the fact that this magic school was located in Massachusetts was a huge problem. Wouldn't magical energy cause any radiation? Wouldn't the wizards cause chaos when they went out? Being so close to Boston, weren't they worried about affecting the densely populated city?
Or is it that the Sorcerer Supreme is only concerned with raising the upper limit of human power, completely disregarding the safety of ordinary people?
But thinking of Schiller brought Batman a slight sense of relief. Schiller probably wouldn't let these sorcerers cause trouble. But he still had to investigate the matter himself to find out what was going on.
Moreover, this involves another, even more important matter: the Sorcerer Supreme has summoned students from across the multiverse to study, which undoubtedly indicates his intention to unite humanity across the multiverse. If his personality is too extreme and he acts ruthlessly, then the Human Alliance must not be allowed to be controlled by him. We ourselves must not become accomplices to evil.
If that's the case, he'll have to find a way to disrupt the Sorcerer Supreme's plans. Even if the formation of the Human Alliance is unstoppable, it must not be controlled by evil people.
The main universe's Batman looked up at the Sorcerer Supreme, Strange, who was standing in the center, just as Strange was looking at him. Their eyes met for a moment, then they looked away in perfect unison.
They both knew what the other was worried about, but they also knew that unfounded suspicions were meaningless. Even if they had evidence, whether they had the power to interfere with the progress of the matter was another matter entirely. Ultimately, the proof is in the pudding.
After the sorting process, all the students went to the dining hall for lunch. A sumptuous meal was already laid out on the tables, and Strange waved his hand, announcing that lunch was served.
After a long and arduous quiz, everyone was exhausted. Enjoying a delicious meal was the best way to relieve stress. But Batman ate without tasting anything—not because they were worried someone had poisoned the food, but who could say that food in a place so rich in magical energy hadn't been subjected to some strange radiation?
Only two people seemed to enjoy their meal: one was Lego Batman, and the other was Bruce.
The Lego Batman knows he's made of plastic, so he can eat as much as he wants without any problems; but Bruce, who's made of flesh, is just as carefree, which is quite eye-catching.
"Aren't you worried about the food?" Night Owl couldn't help but ask.
Bruce put a piece of steak in his mouth, chewed it, and said, "If you're so afraid, why don't you just not learn magic? Look at the starry sky above, look at the floating candlesticks, look at the glowing carpet. If there were radiation, we would be soaking in it by now. What's a little food compared to that?"
“That’s true,” Night Owl looked around and continued, “but the food we eat is different after all. Don’t you have any psychological barriers?”
Bruce irritably took the sauce bottle from in front of him and said, "Then don't eat it."