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Team Rocket’s Second-in-Command! [36]

When it came to the “Giant Dragonite,” Luo Yuan saw two possible explanations.

The first possibility was that this Giant Dragonite was an “Ancient Pokémon”—a species that had survived from ancient times to the present, evolving to a massive size.

Soon, Bill’s repeated broadcasts of his recorded “Unknown Pokémon sound” had the desired effect.

In the dense mist over the distant sea, a colossal shadow began to appear.

As the waves parted around it, the m...

Godfather Owl: Guardian of Batman [40]

"You’ve got spirit, I'll give you that—but did you ever stop to consider one thing?"

Kathoom flipped himself around and settled back on Bruce’s shoulder.

"All your reasoning relies on one assumption—that Dumbledore’s a villain. What if he’s not?”

"I think the evidence is obvious."

Bruce countered, “Think about it—if we’re talking about a Dark Lord who could destroy Hogwarts, they’d have to be stronger than Dumbledore, right? And is there anyone in...

Godfather Owl: Guardian of Batman [39]

Christmas passed in a blur.

Bruce returned to Hogwarts, carrying a few new items in his luggage this time.

“What do you think of this?”

In their dorm, Bruce showed Kathoom a design.

It was a sketch of a black suit—a classic Batman outfit.

Kathoom’s curiosity was piqued. “Did you draw this?”

Bruce nodded.

“Ever since the Quidditch match, I realized some things are best done out of sight. And since you said I’d become Batman someday, I�...

Godfather Owl: Guardian of Batman [38]

Christmas was almost here.

On the eve of the holiday, Hogwarts awoke under a blanket of thick snow that covered the grounds and froze the lake solid.

The Great Hall had been decorated for the festivities.

Holly and mistletoe garlands draped the walls, and twelve towering Christmas trees stood around the hall, some adorned with twinkling icicles, others with hundreds of glowing candles.

Hermione, wrapped in her scarf, entered the hall to find Harry and Ron engrossed in ...

Godfather Owl: Guardian of Batman [37]

Kathoom was well aware of Bruce’s suspicions, though he didn’t bother to interfere.

He let Bruce go ahead with his theories, his suspicions about Dumbledore, and even any extreme actions he might decide to take.

After all, it was only a matter of time.

Bruce was naturally tenacious, relentless in his beliefs, willing to pursue a goal without any signs of turning back.

A personality like this, viewed in a positive light, was determined and unyielding.

But on t...

Godfather Owl: Guardian of Batman [36]

November brought freezing temperatures to Hogwarts.

The mountains surrounding the school were shrouded in icy fog, blanketed in snow, and the lake had frozen over, as hard and cold as tempered steel. Each morning, frost sparkled across the ground.

Bruce, bundled in his black winter cloak and wearing a bright yellow scarf for Hufflepuff, walked with Kathoom perched on his shoulder, the owl sporting a tiny scarf of his own.

Crossing the stone bridge that connected the two towe...

Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [40]

“A-ah…”

The girl’s faint cries seeped through the silence, a heart-wrenching reminder of the helplessness Bronya felt as she stood there, listening to her despair.

How could she, of all people, offer comfort in a place like this? With her role and her mother’s legacy looming over her, was she even worthy of trying?

As the others fell into silence, the girl’s soft murmurs continued:

“Sister…sister…you’ve finally left me behind, haven’t you?”

Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [39]

The moment Venti touched down, Seele stomped over, grabbed him by his red scarf, and began shaking him.

“Well, well! So, you’re telling me you had this much strength all along and just decided to hide it, huh? You’ve been laughing behind our backs, haven’t you?”

For a second, Venti was caught off guard by her directness, but then his usual carefree grin returned as he chuckled, eyes crinkling in amusement. How very like Seele.

Even after revealing a s...

Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [38]

The Tempestcaller.

Once a Voidranger: Trampler, this creature had been forged by the Antimatter Legion in their war furnaces, blending the shards of warriors and ancient beasts into a powerful, mobile soldier. Though rare, Tempestcallers combined human intelligence with animalistic strength, and their howl could summon swarms of Voidrangers to the battlefield.

For thirty years, they had been at the forefront of Belobog’s defenses. Worse still, when Fragmentum energy cor...

Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [37]

“Alright, we’re here. Let’s save the rest of the chit-chat for later. If we’re here to find something, then focus on that; if we’re here to find someone, then let’s do that.”

Seele cut the conversation short, frowning as she surveyed the street, mentally calculating her best escape routes and countermeasures if they were ambushed.

Escorting two outsiders wasn’t exactly her idea of fun. If not for having had to train rookies a few times under Oleg’s orders, she’...

Star Rail: Starting with a Lyre, Living off Busking [36]

Rivet Town.

This wasn’t exactly Venti’s ideal venue for a performance—far from it, in fact. It was a desolate town, overrun by wandering creatures.

Following Bronya’s recollection, they arrived at an old, abandoned house where she’d heard the girl’s voice on her way back. Just as she described, the small, dilapidated house was nothing more than a dark corner in the moonlit night.

Even after Seele’s close inspection, there was no sign o...

I Don’t Want to Be a Heroic Spirit [40]

The quiet forest was suddenly swept by waves of intense heat.

Jogo’s fingers pressed together in a seal, unleashing a rapid-fire barrage of flames that sprayed from his palms, targeting the darting shadow weaving through the trees.

Every bullet of flame punched through rock as if it were nothing, leaving molten trails that dripped like lava from the holes.

The dense forest was quickly transformed into a sea of fire.

Jogo’s eyes never stopped tracking his target, bu...