American comics: Damn it, I’m surrounded by those who worry about their fathers!.

Chapter 129: Another World, A-Zu's Lies
Seeing this, the witch queen's face became more and more ugly.

She discovered that Peter's glowing body blocked the detection and influence of her magic!

The Witch Queen could clearly feel that her transformation spell had caused a momentary delay.

On the other side, Peter clenched his fists, and felt relieved when he realized that the opponent's magic was affected by the energy of the gods.

It seems that the power of God has some inhibitory effect on magic.

Although it is impossible to completely ignore magic, it is equivalent to increasing magic resistance to oneself, so that the witch queen's magic will not run rampant.

Enduring the constraints of space on his body, he slowly raised his head and saw the Sphinx that had left in the distance suddenly come back.

After forcibly breaking free from the witch queen's magical space control, he instantly moved to Zatanna's side and pushed her out.

Zatanna, who was in pain, never expected Peter to push her out.

She fell to the ground and before she could react, her body was grabbed by a mouth.

The origami Sphinx held Zatanna in its mouth and left the scene at lightning speed, jumping out of the window.

Zatanna watched Peter push her out and stay at the scene to fight alone with disbelief in her eyes.

"Wow!"

The glass shattered and the Sphinx leapt into the air with Zatanna in its mouth.

Heavy rain suddenly fell from the sky, accompanied by lightning and thunder.

After flying forward for a while, the Sphinx's flying speed gradually slowed down, and finally it stopped and lay on the ground.

"Child, I believe you will choose the right door and find the truth in the end."

The Sphinx spoke to her in a fading voice.

"What gate? Wait."

Zatanna got off the Sphinx and looked at the melting Sphinx in shock.

"You're disintegrating, Sphinx!"

Watching the Sphinx made of paper gradually melt, Zatanna reached out her hand sadly, trying to grab it.

"Child, everything looks strong, but it's not. This is true for everything. Sometimes, a paper sphinx can't stand up to raindrops."

The Sphinx's voice became quieter and quieter. "Sometimes, even a witch is no match for a little girl."

As the last words were spoken, the Sphinx's body was completely dissolved by the rain.

Zatanna knelt on the ground, stretched out her hand, caught a piece of paper that fell from the Sphinx's body, and tears instantly flowed out.

"No, no, Uncle Padraic is still fighting, and Burkes still has to wait for me to rescue him. I can't cry here."

Zatanna immediately stood up and wiped the tears from her eyes.

"The Sphinx said I would open the right door, I have to keep going."

Although she was soaked by the rain and felt discomfort all over her body, she still tried to stand up and kept moving forward.

After walking for an unknown amount of time, Zatanna suddenly came to a black door.

Thinking of what Burkes once said about the realm of the dead, sometimes the answers are hidden there.

Zatanna hesitated, not knowing whether she should take the risk.

But when she thought of the danger Peter was in for her, she gritted her teeth, opened the door and stepped in.

Mr. Patrick is not afraid of death, and neither should he!
"Squeak!"

The door was pushed open and A-Zu stood at the door hesitantly.

After getting the address of Zatanna's house from the Dead Rabbit Gang, he immediately rushed here.

After pushing the door open, what you see is the incredible layout of the room.

Countless stairs extend in all directions, leading to different doors.

After hesitating for a moment, A-Zu, who didn't know the situation, decided to go into a room at random to see what was going on.

Pushing the door open, he entered the room.

The inside of the room was pitch black, without any light.

"Crack!"

Then there was a blinding flash of light.

A-Zu was surprised to find a mirror appeared in front of him.

A picture is playing out in the mirror.

Reporters pressed the shutter button to take pictures of a blond man.

The other person was wearing the same uniform as him, with his hair combed back into a slicked-back style and a smile similar to his own.

A-Zu looked at the other person in shock.

Although the other person was much older than him, A Zu immediately recognized that it was himself!
No, maybe this is another me in the dream. In the mirror, it seems that an interview is going on.

The reporter said to the blond man, "First of all, Homelander, congratulations on being named Time Magazine's Superhero of the Year. How does it feel to receive such an honor?"

"Don't get me wrong, your magazine is great and I'm honored, but honors like this aren't what get me out of bed in the morning. If I don't save people, who will? Without me, the world would burn down. Literally. There would be blood and fire everywhere."

The reporter nodded and continued, "As such an influential person, what do you hope people will get from this honor? What do you hope to inspire from the depths of people's hearts?"

The smiling Homelander replied: "I just hope to get a little respect. You know, there has been so much hatred and discrimination against superheroes lately, and... unfounded legal charges. I hope this will make people stop and think about the sacrifices we make for them, and maybe they will be inspired to become heroes in their own small way."

"What do you like to do for fun? How does America's greatest superhero decompress? Does he have days off?"

Zu replied, "No, terrorists and bank robbers don't rest, so why should I? I like to stop by Coney Island on my way home to eat those incredible hot dogs - pure American style. I also love a rich milkshake."

The reporter continued, "Tell me about your family? People from your motherland."

The Homelander took a deep breath and said, "I love my family. You know, I grew up on a farm with my father. I was his only son. I had a great childhood. Do you know what my first birthday present was?"

Homelander said with a smile on his face, "It was a superhero uniform, exactly the same as the one I'm wearing now. My dad took me to the amusement park and the museum. At that time, there was a high school band performance at the amusement park at 6 o'clock in the evening. There was also a band called "Happy Man Barber Shop". I was very impressed."

“We also went to the museum, which was filled with the collection of local librarian and amateur historian Old Mike. It included restaurant menus from the 1890s, lumberjacks’ bitts, axes and sluices from the 1980s, and toys from the 1920s. It was very cool!”

"I love my dad!"

Listening to the other self in the mirror, or the self in another world talking, A-Zu was shocked.

Isn’t this my own experience?
This guy is definitely lying!

A-Zu immediately determined that the other person was lying by the micro-expressions on his face.

But the other person's happy expression is definitely not fake.

Why did he know what he was going through?
Just when A-Zu was in a mess, the fellow countryman in the mirror was still talking freely.

“But I don’t like birthdays.”

The reporter asked him, "Why?"

"Because it means my father is one year older. He once said: Only when you grow up, you will find that every birthday is like a turnstile, it takes you further and further, deeper and deeper, and suddenly one day, birthdays become irrelevant and completely inevitable."

At this point, the Chinese citizen being interviewed looked out the window with a complicated expression.

Upon hearing this, A-Zu was horrified.

He quickly thought of the dreams he often had.

I often dream of being tortured in a laboratory, surrounded by coldness and loneliness.

Could it be that those were not dreams, but what the other self in the mirror had experienced?

Since I can dream about him, does he also dream about me and therefore know about my experiences?
A-Zu was so shocked by this absurd and incredible idea that he took a step back.

What exactly is this room?
Why would you let yourself see this?
At this time, the interview in the mirror has come to an end.

The Chinese said to the reporter in a daze: "Sometimes, I often dream of a black door. As long as I open this door, I can see my father. Sometimes I feel that he is very close to me, and sometimes he seems to be far away and separated by a world."

"Squeak!"

On the other side, Zatanna finally mustered up the courage and pushed open the black door.

The room was pitch black and nothing could be seen.

The silence seemed to isolate everything in the world.

Zatanna felt the endless darkness and suddenly remembered the song her father sang to her.

"~There is a house on a certain street, and there is a door in the house. We will all enter this door eventually, but don't enter too early. What is waiting in the darkness? Loneliness? Cold? Merciless darkness? No, what is waiting there is..."

In order to encourage herself, Zatanna sang the song her father taught her.

When the last line was sung, a light suddenly came on.

A familiar yet strange voice followed her singing, ".Love!"

Then Zatanna's mother appeared in front of her with a smile in a white dress.

"Mother?!"

Zatanna looked at him in disbelief.

This was the radiant woman on the poster, gradually becoming similar to the mother in her memory.

Zatanna, her eyes instantly filled with tears, rushed over.

Hugging her mother, Zatanna burst into tears.

There was only one sofa in the room. Zatanna cried for a while, wiped her tears, and asked her mother: "Mom, am I dead?"

"No, you don't. Only the head of the secret house can enter this black door alive, Zatanna."

Zatanna asked confusedly, "But Burks said that Dad is the head of the Secret House."

Her mother explained to her: "The house will choose its own leader. When you were very young, it chose you. In order to protect you, we let everyone think that your father is the leader, including Burkes."

(End of this chapter)