American comics: From Hogwarts to God on Earth

Chapter 195 Can a Helmet Be Jealous of a Cloak?

Chapter 195 Can a Helmet Be Jealous of a Cloak?

As the sun began to set, they finished training. Clark was covered in sweat, but his spirits were high—it had been a long time since he had used his abilities so freely without worrying about the consequences.

"I'll take you to our headquarters tomorrow." As Steve packed up the training equipment, he ruffled Clark's hair. He could tell Clark was a good kid.

Clark nodded vigorously: "Of course! I mean, if it's convenient for you."

"I'm really looking forward to it," Steve said sincerely. "You have amazing potential, Clark. Not just because of your abilities, but because of your heart. Jonathan and Martha have nurtured you very well."

"Thank you, Steve." Clark scratched his head. "I mean—well—for everything we've defended."

Rune didn't continue observing their interaction, choosing instead to return to the workshop and give away the gifts he had. The house, now alive, had returned to its former size. In one of the rooms, Raven was listening to a helmet give a lesson. While Rune was away, Nabu had conscientiously taken on the task of educating the child—even though he had once tried to kidnap the child to her father, but hadn't succeeded.

"Look, your irresponsible, always-running teacher is back," the helmet said sarcastically, which Rune took as jealousy.

"Studying magic so late?" Rune asked, pulling a red cloak and a small bottle of white, viscous liquid from his robes.

Raven nodded and said softly, "Because I'm learning white magic too slowly, I need to study it a little longer."

Rune rubbed Raven's head and said with a smile, "There's no need to rush. Your talent is superior to that of dark magic. As for white magic, it's enough to have some understanding of the system."

As he spoke, Rune handed over the two items: "Try them on and see if they fit."

The cloak, needless to say, was a relic of Strange, the Sorcerer Supreme, the evil god worshipper whom Rune had devoured. Rune himself was a rather sentimental person; he didn't intend to replace his original levitation cloak, so this extra levitation cloak was naturally given to one of his own. As for the original tattered levitation cloak, it naturally ended up in the hands of the normal Strange, who was waiting for Rune to mend it for him.

"Hmph!" Nabu sneered from the other side, "This cloak is only fit for a child like you."

"Don't be jealous, Nabu." Rune grabbed the levitation cloak, which had understood Nabu's words and was trying to give him a hard time, while comforting Nabu. This ancient and wise helmet was indeed worthy of pride; its power came from one of the origins of the universe, possessing not only divinity but also the power to influence the structure of reality and balance the order of the universe.

In this respect alone, the levitation cloak is indeed no match for Nabu. However, the cloak will not affect its master's decisions. Instead, it will protect its master wholeheartedly, like a loyal little dog, unlike that old thing Nabu, who always likes to learn those evil cultivation techniques to possess his host.

Perhaps mocked by an unknown helmet, the levitation cloak deliberately rubbed against Raven's cheek before happily fastening itself onto it. Rune guessed that it might be because Raven's magic was similar in nature to that of the deceased Sorcerer Supreme, both carrying a strong aura of darkness and blasphemy.

Rune's magic certainly has this property, but since he is the cloak's master's killer, he will not be chosen.

Nabu saw the cloak automatically recognize him as its master and inwardly scoffed at its cheapness, but the abnormal flashing of light within the helmet betrayed his inner turmoil. Since becoming the Lord of Order, when had he ever suffered such humiliation?

However, while having the raven spin around for him, Rune slowly said to Naboo, "Don't be in a hurry. As long as you don't cause me any trouble during this time, I will set you free."

"real?"

Rune nodded. He had also struggled with the decision, but although he had hesitated for a long time about whether to kill Doctor Fate, this time he didn't hesitate much about letting him go. First of all, Rune had become stronger. Recently, what had made him stronger the most was not his Kryptonian bloodline, but magic.

Furthermore, it's foreseeable that after acquiring the same Devouring Technique as the corrupted Doctor Strange in the hypothetical scenario, Rune's rate of growth will increase significantly. As for Doctor Fate, or rather Naboo himself, his rate of growth is much slower than Rune's, and he couldn't defeat Rune before, let alone now.

However, Rune will next face countless enemies from various universes, which will require the help of the Fate Doctor to clear the way. Rune doesn't expect him to fight enemies of the level of Doctor Manhattan, Thanos, or Apocalypse; he just wants him to help relieve some of the pressure.

Furthermore, when he later introduced the powers of the Vishanti and Cyttorak, he needed the Lord of Order, who could represent the entire cosmic order, to provide his ancient wisdom. And after introducing borrowing magic from Marvel, he also needed a senior figure of high standing in the magical world to facilitate the process.

Yes, Rune didn't let Naboo leave for nothing. If Naboo wanted to leave, he had to work for him. And given Rune's stubborn nature, this was something that would benefit the entire universe if handled well, but cause disaster for the multiverse if handled poorly. Naboo had to do it whether he wanted to or not.

"Aren't you afraid I'll turn against you after we get out?" Nab couldn't help but ask, and immediately regretted it. The shadows around the two little ones, one big and one small, instantly stirred, especially Rune, whose entire body was enveloped in dense dark magic.

Naboo couldn't even see Rune's expression through this materialized magic.

But one thing he was certain of—the look in Rune's eyes at that moment, greedy and eager, the kind of emotion that made him think of the lions on the banks of the Babylonian River, something he hadn't felt in a long time.

"That's great," Rune said softly. "Now I have a suitable excuse to eat you up—"

Nabu, of course, had no idea that Rune would actually eat him, but he really wanted to slap himself for knowing that this little boy, who was suspected to be the reincarnation of a powerful mage, was not to be trifled with, yet he still had to act like a jerk.

"Alright, alright, I swear, as long as you don't jeopardize the order of the entire universe, I won't go against you."

Rune nodded, offering no response to Nabu's oath. Given the nature of this God of Order, his mere utterance of those words was already a significant concession.