"Who's calling my name? Such a naïve, innocent girl, where are you from......"

"Hello, Sithorne, I'm a fourth-year student from Kama Taj Academy of Magic, my name is Harley Quezel, you can call me Harley directly, I'm calling you because our academy is about to hold a mage competition, and I haven't signed a contract with the demon god yet, the professor in the school recommended you to me, can we talk?"

"Uh......" Sithorne was visibly choked, the ancient demon god was now very uncomfortable with the tone of abandoning all occult vocabulary and making a deal with a demon god like a contract negotiated terms, and the girl's tone was as if she was asking Silthorne if she could give her an internship certificate.

"You ......" Sithorne hesitated, in fact, he had really been thinking about finding a new spokesperson recently.

The main thing is that he was bent on Wanda before, and he didn't care much about his other spokesperson, Lady Hydra, but this is also normal, and Lady Hydra is also half-hearted, and she also has the power of Seth.

After a period of cold violence against Lady Hydra, Lady Hydra also said goodbye to him, but in the meantime, he still hasn't chased Wanda back.

As mentioned before, in the dream world, Wanda was very angry that Silthorne could see her but she couldn't look at Silthorne, Wanda's anger was quite long, and after such a long time, Seethhorne still didn't wait for her text message to reply.

But then again, it is not necessary for such a dignified demon god as the Great Demon Shadow to hang himself from a tree, but the reason why he is so eager for Wanda is that he is worried that Wanda will think the same way.

After all, Wanda is the true embodiment of the power of chaos, and although Sithorne can control most of the power of chaos, he is more like the middleman who makes the difference than Wanda.

Wanda doesn't listen to him, and Sithorne doesn't have any good way, of course he has the idea of revenge and control Wanda, but the time is not yet ripe, so he still needs a spokesperson during the transition period, and this one who called him is good, it sounds naïve and immature, at least Sithorne thinks her temper should be better than Wanda.

So, the archmage cleared his throat and said to Harley with that pretentious attitude, "Son, you shouldn't have followed your professor's stupid advice to make a pact with the Lord of Chaos, it means that you will pay a greater price than the others......"

"So can you help me win the game?" Harley's voice was crisp, like ice from the unfrozen source of a creek in winter, and then she added a slightly sweet complaint: "My nemesis, the bitch named Farana in the next bedroom, she started practicing casting magic with the power of the contract object early, if I really lose to her, I might as well jump off the top of the Himalayas right now!" ”

"Looks like you're determined to pay the price......"

"Don't talk about those old yellow calendars, I've heard the professor talk about the skills of talking to the demon god about conditions or something, but I didn't listen carefully to that class, the class is too boring, you can't get in anyway, you can't do anything with us, you won't open your mouth, right?"

"I value fair ......"

"Can I borrow your power, then? I swear I'll use it well! Mr. Archdemon, please, I really don't want to lose the game! ”

Sithorne actually felt a little puzzled, because he didn't think that Kama Taj would train such a mage apprentice, but considering that Kama Taj had recently expanded her enrollment, and Harley's appearance happened to be the image of a typical white girl who didn't study well, he didn't doubt it too much.

Because of the existence of the magic defense network and the ancient one's eye, now the demon gods can't completely check each other's memories before signing the contract, Sithorne read the superficial thoughts, and felt that there was no problem, mostly some anxious and eager emotions, with a little bit of fantasy after victory, which is very normal.

Then the only thing to worry about is the compatibility between them, the vast majority of demon gods and humans are not completely compatible, and some humans can't withstand some kind of special kind of power, Sithorne is not sure, if he drives a girl crazy here, the ancient one will come to him for trouble, but he still decided to send a little less power to try.

Suddenly, Harley felt something more in her soul, and it was a strange feeling, like looking through a glass jar to see the ice inside, knowing that it was transparent and almost non-existent, but still finding a hint in the reflection of light.

"God!" Harley exclaimed instinctively, "Is this magic?" Am I in control of it? ”

What a fledgling, Sithorne thought, but for the sake of his future plans, he still had to soothe: "Yes, this is magic, the two of us are in good shape, there is a kind of darkness and chaos hidden in your soul that I can't read, but this may be your unique talent, it is very suitable for the power of chaos, you have found the right person." ”

"You're talking a lot, Mr. Silthorne."

"Because we've already counted as a contract, you've just used this power, and you won't return it."

"I'm not going to return it either." Harley jumped up from the steps, a storm brewing in her eyes, the power of chaos manifesting in her body as an ice-blue color that was very different from Wanda's, like a storm over the Himalayas that had lingered for years.

She looked down at her hand and said, "I feel...... Powerful. ”

"Wait, what's in your hand? A new wand? Sithorne asked, a little confused.

Harley watched as the icy blue power of chaos poured out of her palm, gradually covering the blade of the boning knife until the entire knife became completely transparent and floated out of her hand.

"Yes...... This is my wand, the latest. ”

Dreams, too vague dreams that a little Bruce could not understand.

In his dream, he became a bird with golden feathers, and while he was constantly beating with his beak on a tall sweet chestnut tree, he saw a meteor fall in Egypt.

The bull's head is not in the horse's mouth, and little Bruce's reason is telling him that there is no bird with golden feathers in this world, he should be a bat, the sweet chestnut tree grows mostly in Europe, and the beak of an ordinary bird can't peck the bark, and more importantly, there have been no reports of meteors falling in Egypt.

The dreamy scene was still switching, and Bruce heard the "click" sound again, which began to get closer and closer to him, and then he woke up in his dream and saw a tall black figure standing beside his bed.

He was too tall, with his head perched against the ceiling, and wore a gorgeous robe of a style unknown to Bruce, and a huge crown was placed on his head, but not as graceful and opulent as royalty, but with a terrifying authority.

"Who are you?" Bruce asked when he realized he couldn't move.

"I bring you the news of the stars, answer his call, and he will give you truth and power."

With a "whoosh", little Bruce sat up from the bed, and when he turned his head, he didn't see any huge black shadows, and Barry was sleeping soundly on the bed across the room.

He knew where his exhaustion in the last few days had come from, he probably had this dream every day, but he couldn't remember it when he woke up.

But no one named Bruce Wayne in this world is any ordinary person, and Bruce's first reaction after such a strange nightmare is that he delayed at least two hours to discuss with Stark about the Ark Reactor.

It's such damn pragmatism that if he has to answer a call for something to gain knowledge, he'd rather have a discussion with a genius scientist than hope for an ethereal blessing.

But in the classroom of the Dream World School, Stark saw that Bruce Jr. was not in a good state, he asked slightly, Bruce Jr. just mentioned a few words with some irritation, Stark said with wide eyes.

"Didn't you realize that you might have been chosen by a demon god?"

"I ...... Where did you see that? ”

"He's been calling you for days, and you haven't answered any of them."

"Do I have to get it back?" Bruce Jr. looked a little disgusted.

"Of course not, he can't harass you uncontrollably, if you clearly refuse, and he gives you dreams, then Kama Taj will trouble him, but you didn't refuse him at all."

"Yes, I didn't respond, you can't count on me...... I said I was an outsider, I had no idea about it, and I didn't trust them. ”

"Within some rules, they're safe." Stark shrugged his shoulders and said, "Although I don't like these gods and gods babbling, since you have learned magic, you can't never have magical powers, right?" ”

"And you don't have any energy at all, there are some things I can't tell you." Stark looked down at his experimental diagram and said, "It's like this part of the energy hub involves some knowledge of energy operation, you haven't experienced it yourself, and you can't understand it." ”

"Am I going to respond to him?" Bruce Jr. looked a little hesitant.

"In my opinion, you don't look like you have any magical talent." Stark still said with that obnoxious haughtiness: "Your talent is not in this area at all, and it would be nice to have someone willing to come to you." ”

When Bruce woke up again, he found Barry standing on the edge of the bed looking at him with some concern, Barry pursed his lips and said with some hesitation: "I know this may seem rude, but I can only tell you that your face is as bad as a piece of shit." ”

Needless to say, little Bruce had already seen his face on the reflection of the wardrobe door, he took a deep breath, shook his head and said, "A demon god has contacted me, and this seems to be a very normal thing in their universe, and I am considering whether to respond." ”

Barry's eyes widened immediately, he just wanted to persuade, but little Bruce waved his hand and said: "This earth has a magical defense network, they can't do anything, if I agree, I have magic to use, maybe it's not that I can't try." ”

Barry turned his head to look out the window, it was still dark, and little Bruce seemed to have decided, he lay back on the bed, closed his eyes, and soon fell asleep.

Bells, drums, distant songs rang in his ears, he dreamed of a god standing in the far north saying goodbye to a giant bird, and little Bruce heard a distant flute sound coming from behind a huge figure standing on top of the ice field.

He was almost ready to see his face, but soon he saw a manuscript float in front of him, containing countless horrible and insane knowledge that could not be accepted by man.

Bruce Jr. accepted.

Batman was no ordinary person, he glanced at the forbidden knowledge on it, and then woke up screaming, he was sure that the huge figure in the dream was also shocked at the last moment.

With a "bang", the door was kicked open.

Bruce and Barry turned their heads at the same time to see a ghostly figure with a blue glow in their eyes standing outside the door.

Hallie stared at little Bruce, or rather, gave a weird smile as she stared at the empty space behind him, and said, "Got you." ”

But suddenly, some strange picture in the spiritual vision disappeared, and Harley suddenly came to her senses.

Then, the abundance of inspiration from her brilliant gifts combined with the power brewing in her soul gave her a divine intuition that was revealed.

"Silthorne! West Thorne! Harley began to shout frantically.

"What's that?"

Silthorne was puzzled.

"Behind me!"

Silthorne began to fear.

"No, Hallie, you can't ......"

"Rubbish!"

Hallie turned.

Standing behind her was Jennifer Mavi—a huge figure in the Far North, a dark figure in a magnificent robe and a crown on her head, a golden bird, a meteor in Egypt.

"Pray to all that you don't meet my other thousand faces, farewell, Bruce Wayne, and be careful, for I am the chaos of ambush, and I am ...... Nayarathotep. ”

Sister think about it!

(Please don't think about all the nonsense in this article, let alone try to understand, every time the author writes, he is afraid that someone will carry a hammer to see who is a nail, and there may not be one in 10 million real psychopaths and antisocial personalities, don't worry)