LRAB Chapter 593: Who Is the Bat, Who Is the Cat (1)
Chapter 593: Who Is the Bat, Who Is the Cat (1)
several cats gathered together to discuss their plan. constantine's desire to summon a demon was something that, if placed in the real world, none of them would likely agree to.
except for clark, who believed that demons were not a good thing, the others were concerned about the high risks involved. bringing a demon into the real world could potentially cause significant destruction.
however, in the dream realm, there was no danger of harming the real world. still, the other cats hesitated. victor frowned and asked, "what will summoning a demon here prove?"
"in theory," constantine began, "the status of the dream god morpheus surpasses that of any demon. well, it's not precisely a status, but rather, any intelligent being capable of dreaming cannot have greater authority than the dream god within the dream world."
"normally, demons wouldn't come to a place like this. on one hand, dream god wouldn't allow it, and on the other, it's dangerous for them here. if they were to come, but the dream god refused to let them leave, it would be disastrous."
"so, if i summon a demon here, it would serve two purposes. if a demon responds to the summons, it would indicate that it's mentally unstable. in the future, when i need demon resources in the real world, i can use it as a reserve."
"if a demon responds and successfully arrives, it suggests that the dream god's condition might not be good. the loss of control in the thousand cats' dream might not be accidental."
"if a demon responds but can't come here, it would indicate that the dream god isn't vacant, and schiller might be safe. we can plan accordingly without rushing to find him."
"what if no demons respond at all?" victor asked.
"in general, there's no such issue. as long as i summon a demon, they'll line up to come." constantine extended his paw and casually scratched at some stones in front of him. "i have a significant position in hell."
"now, my soul is in a strange place in the dream. this means they don't need to control my body to take my soul. simply bringing me back to hell from here would make my soul theirs, regardless of whether it's a devil or demon of any kind. they would be very interested."
"you may not be aware that even taking an ordinary person's soul requires demons to make a contract or use some underhanded means. directly invading earth is not an option."
"for someone like me, a sorcerer, it would be quite costly for demons to deal with me in the real world. however, it's different in the dream. any demon's mental strength surpasses that of humans, and they're aware of it."
"they would see this as my vulnerability, eagerly trying to claim my soul. so, once i release word, my summoning magic circle will be flooded with responses."
"but isn't that risky?" clark spoke up. "sacrificing a demon usually involves offering a soul, right? it sounds..."
victor bumped his shoulder into clark and said, "if i recall correctly, the guy in front of you has summoned demons hundreds of times. is his soul not perfectly fine?"
"how do you manage that?" clark asked in amazement. "you wouldn't offer someone else's soul, would you?"
"of course not," constantine replied. "what allure would an ordinary person's soul hold for them compared to my own? summoning demons for me is quite simple. although i say i'll sacrifice my soul, it's just a ruse to deceive them."
"you..." clark was about to say that deception was wrong, but upon consideration, constantine was deceiving demons, which was a different matter. so, he hesitated and didn't say anything further.
"there's another advantage," victor added. "if i indeed summon a demon, we can leverage their power to deal with bat cat. disabling all the surveillance and weapons on the ground isn't difficult. even the weakest demon, once placed in the city, can create quite a mess and divert bat cat's attention."
following that, batman and victor asked for more details, such as the difficulty of setting up the spell and the communication with the demon after it arrived. after discussing for a while, they all believed that this plan was worth a try. confirming the state of the dream god was crucial for determining their future combat strategy, whether it would be aggressive or cautious.
constantine seemed to have thought of something, and he exchanged a glance with batman. however, both of them remained silent. batman then turned to the others and said, "rest for now. i'm going out to investigate."
"aren't you going to rest?" clark shouted. "i'm not that tired, but we still have work to do tomorrow."
"don't forget, the night is my domain," batman replied and walked into the darkness.
clark's voice came from behind him, "but where are you going? what are you investigating?"
batman's voice faded into the darkness as he said, "...the murder case that happened at the bank entrance."
after batman left, clark had a puzzled expression as he asked, "why is he so concerned about that murder case?"
"oh, my intention is by no means to stand idly by regarding that murder case," clark said. "i'm just a little surprised. aren't there many more serious issues than that one right now?"
victor, not as innocent as clark, had also noticed the various anomalies and raised some questions. so, he turned and said, "i'll go have a chat with freeze cat. perhaps we'll have some common ground."
after saying that, he turned and left. constantine shook his tail and said, "i'll check the magic circle here. you can go back and get some rest."
"you all say that, but how can i sleep?" clark sighed. "well, i guess there's nothing for me to do. i suppose i can be of help."
constantine looked up at him and said, "you can go outside and help croc-cat. he might need assistance with some repairs."
"but i meant more useful tasks."
"no task is useless, clark. it's not just your superpowers that can achieve goals; you need to learn to keep an open mind."
"is that so? okay." clark nodded as if he understood.
ten minutes later, croc-cat stared in disbelief as he watched clark flying in mid-air, effortlessly taking down the tire he needed.
"oh my goodness! how... how can you... how can you fly?"
"your external bones... no, that's not right. even without external bones, you can't fly with such agility. that's a technique even bat cat doesn't possess..."
"well, i got lucky." clark modestly smiled and walked over, rubbing against croc-cat. he found that mutual grooming among cats was quite enjoyable.
what he didn't see was a green cat in the dark tunnel behind croc-cat, narrowing its eyes slowly.
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