American comics farmer: start by adopting the villain savior.

Chapter 150 Rule: Swiftness? No, Rule: Eternity in an Instant.

Forgotten Bar.

As the name suggests.

This is a place that exists on the fringes of reality, forgotten by the world.

All that could be seen were bizarre decorations and the strange smells of tobacco and alcohol in the air.

But today, this field, which should only accept 'those in the know'...
But they were greeted by a complete stranger.

A child who looks only five or six years old, with clear eyes that seem out of place with his surroundings.

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"Child, how did you get in?"

Behind the bar, a man wearing full plate armor but with an incongruous bartender apron noticed the uninvited guest.

He put down the cup he was wiping, his eyes filled with confusion.

Upon hearing this, Salafir simply tilted her head back.

Looking at the gleaming armor, he let out a simple, honest laugh:

"hey-hey."

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The man froze.

"?"

"hey-hey."

"Child, what are you grinning about?"

"hey-hey."

Is this a silly child?

Looking at Salafir, who was grinning from ear to ear, the man was momentarily confused.

until
“Jim, this child speaks English.”

At the next booth, a gorilla wearing a wrinkled detective's trench coat and with bleary eyes slumped over, helplessly rubbed his temples with his hairy fingers and muttered, "I think you've gone mad."

"Oh."

The man suddenly realized what was happening and tapped his helmet:
“I forgot. Bobo, it’s all your fault. I’ve been talking to you every day and I’ve forgotten that I mostly use ‘Mira’ language.”

Are you arguing with a gorilla about this?

Bobo took a swig of wine in a huff.

"Hey! Now you're calling yourself a gorilla?!"

Jim gritted his teeth and switched to fluent English.

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(Is he discussing language with a dressed gorilla?)
Salafil whispered to God in his mind.

(Foolish mortals, and even more foolish apes.)
Um.
The response from Shen Du was as harsh as ever.

Fortunately, Jim seems to have finally given up on language logic.

With a creaking sound from his armor, he crouched down, trying to soften his tone, and asked again in English:

"Child, where do you come from?"

“I’m from Smallwell.” Since the other party was speaking English this time, Salafir naturally answered honestly.

"Smolwell?"

Jim frantically searched his memory bank, "Where is that?"

"A farm."

Salafir thought the question the old man asked was really strange.

“I’m sorry.” Jim’s voice was filled with helplessness. “I shouldn’t have expected so much from a five-year-old child.”

So he changed the question:

"So how did you get here?"

Salafir blinked, seemingly considering how to answer the question.

He couldn't very well say that he was running when he suddenly passed through a strange membrane and pushed open a bizarre door.
Is this where we are?

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So he chose to remain silent.

Seeing the child's "I may not understand, but I'm being good" expression, Jim felt his helmet tighten even more.

He rubbed his aching temples, stood up, and walked behind the bar, trying to regain some of his bartender professionalism: "Would you like some ice?"

"Jim!"

The gorilla's voice instantly rose eight octaves, filled with shock as he sobered up considerably:

"Is your brain really rusted by armor? You're asking a child if they want ice?!"

"What are you thinking about, you drunken monkey!"

Jim retorted irritably, but with deft movements, he took a clean glass from under the counter, filled it with warm milk, and pushed it in front of Salafir. "This is what I meant!"

"I'll drink it hot."

Salafil obediently climbed onto the high stool and began to sip the drink.

“Mmm,” Jim replied instinctively, “Cheng Hui.”

"Thank you uncle."

Salafir looked up, revealing an angelic smile, and her soft words instantly silenced Jim's next two words.

Jim: "."

He felt like he had lost 100 million.

"Hahaha! Well said, boy! Put it on my tab, Jim!"

Bobo slapped the table and burst into laughter.

"Get out!" Jim's anger finally found an outlet. "You're neither human nor a magical creature, you monkey! I've never gotten a single penny from you!"

"hey-hey!"

Bobo chuckled smugly, seemingly having exhausted the last bit of his sanity, and tilted his head to the side.

"Boom!"

He promptly collapsed onto the table, drunk, and started snoring.

So, at the bar, all that remained was sipping hot milk and occasionally mentally ranting to Shen Du—

Sarafil, who says, “The milk here doesn’t taste as good as when Dad heats it up,” and “I can actually understand what that gorilla is saying.”

And
Jim, the armored bartender, looked at the monkey and the man, feeling utterly helpless as he realized his bar's revenue was about to hit a new low for the day.

Looking at Jim, whose face showed helplessness.

Salafir scratched his head, feeling that it was still embarrassing for his family to freeload.

You can't exactly wash the dishes, can you?
Thinking this, he looked around and finally caught a glimpse of a crack on the bar table.

His eyes lit up.

Meanwhile, Jim was sulking at the drunken Bobo.

Thinking about whether he should dilute his banana wine with water to salvage the situation, he suddenly heard...

"Uncle, how about I fix your table for you?"

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Jim was startled, but before he could react...

A soft, pure platinum light caught his attention.

He turned his head and saw that Sarafil, who was sitting by the bar, had put down her milk glass at some point.

A small hand was gently stroking a deep scratch on the wooden tabletop.

As the warm light flowed from the little guy's palm, the stubborn scratch disappeared in the blink of an eye, as if wiped away by an invisible hand, and the wood grain became smooth as new, as if it had never been damaged.

That.
But it was the masterpiece left behind by a volatile demon from hell many years ago.

He had invited countless magic masters, but none of them could repair it.

"Power at the level of rules?!"

An incredulous gasp came from beneath Jim's heavy helmet; he even instinctively took a half-step back, the armor clanging dully.

It is far more than just 'healing' and 'repair' in the ordinary sense of magic.

This is a rule that directly addresses the essence of things and defines them as being in a 'perfect' state.
"Well"

At the table next to him, the gorilla who had been snoring loudly was also awakened by the strange light and energy fluctuations. He rubbed his drunken eyes and sat up with his mouth wide open, which looked like it could fit a durian!
"By the God of Apes above, O Red of all beings!"

"...Am I still drunk? Jim, that kid..."

But before the two could even be surprised—

"boom!"

The bar door was slammed open with a brute force, and a tall figure stumbled in, reeking of alcohol.

"Second round! Jim! Bring me the strongest liquor right now!"

"Hahaha~ hiccup~"

Zatanna Zatala.

The greatest magician in the world today.

He was shouting without any regard for his image, his steps unsteady, his cheeks flushed.

Salafir stared, her mouth slightly agape, utterly astonished.

In his memory, Sister Zatanna had always been synonymous with mystery and elegance.
Now this?

"Another troublesome person has arrived."

Jim was immediately overwhelmed. He forgot all about the power of the healing rules and muttered to Salafir in an annoyed tone, "Little guy, watch out, don't ever be like this aunt when you grow up. The end of the magical path is debt and alcohol, remember that."

"Um?!"

"Jim! Are you talking bad about me?!"

Zatanna had very sharp ears. She pulled out the chair next to Salafir and sat down, slamming her hand on the table with a cold laugh. "I'm just... just making a temporary strategic adjustment! There will be plenty of opportunities! I'm only 21! Hahahaha!"

She suddenly burst into laughter again, and with a wave of her wand, took the liquor from Jim's liquor cabinet.

Then he gulped it down, letting out a loud burp.

Then, her dazed gaze finally focused on the small figure beside her.

"Hey you…"

She squinted and leaned closer to Salafell. "You look familiar...did Jim say something bad about me earlier? Hmm? Why do you look so young...you..."

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She seemed to sober up for a moment.

He carefully examined Salafir's face, his expression gradually changing from confusion to astonishment.

"Sister Zatanna."

Salafir called out cautiously.

"?"

"?!"

"???!"

Zatanna froze.

His facial expression underwent a dramatic shift within seconds, from drunkenness to confusion, then to shock, and finally to a look of utter disbelief. (*д)?
(﹃)
Σヽ(Д;)

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The next second, a soft sound was heard.

She transformed into a wisp of pale purple magical smoke and vanished instantly.

About ten seconds later, magical ripples reappeared in the shadows of the corner of the bar.

Zatanna's figure solidified again, and she walked out gracefully.

The smell of alcohol on him had completely disappeared, his hair was perfectly styled, his magician's suit was spotless, and even his eyes had regained their usual clarity.

She casually walked to the bar, gently ruffled Salafir's hair, and spoke in a voice completely different from before:

"Little guy, what are you doing here all by yourself?"

"It was an accident, Sister Zatanna."

Salafir answered obediently, blinking her big eyes. She tacitly avoided mentioning anything about the "21-year-old madly laughing weird aunt" from before, and instead explained to Zatanna how she ended up here by running and pushing open a strange door.

So you know each other.

Jim nodded, and casually crossed his arms and sighed:

A magician's influence can sometimes be more powerful than any hangover cure.
-
an hour ago.

The Smallwell Scout flag fluttered gently in the breeze.

“Brother, what is the point of this ritual that imitates the activities of lower organisms in groups?” Deep in his consciousness, “Shen Du”’s voice carried undisguised disdain. “A waste of time, no benefit whatsoever. We might as well go home and eat Auntie’s little cakes.”

"Didn't you agree before?" Salafir asked, puzzled.

"I thought it would be some ancient sacrificial procession, at least something bloody or mysterious to watch." "Divine Capital" snorted irritably, its tone in its mind full of sarcasm. "But it's just this childish outing. I'm utterly disappointed."

"I think it's quite interesting," the boy thought to himself, while curiously observing his classmates around him who were learning to tie knots and find their way. "It feels lively and energetic when everyone is together. It's like a group of little animals exploring the world."

"Lively?" "Shen Du" scoffed. "Look around you. Does anyone come to play with you? The way they look at you is like they're looking at... well, a little cake that can walk on its own, both sweet and scary."

What a strange metaphor!
However, it still made Salafir fall silent for a moment.

A knowing glint in his clear eyes, beyond his years, flashed across them.

He knew, of course, that his classmates were a little afraid of him because of Dior's 'warning' from years ago, but he didn't care much.

“How about this,” Salafir suggested in her mind in an innocent tone, “you come out and play with me? They’ll definitely be more afraid of you, and maybe then no one will think I’m weird.”

"..."

"Shen Du" was choked for a moment and fell completely silent.

Why would you want this noble dragon to come out and play Boy Scout games with a bunch of little brats?

I'd rather go back and face my father's belt!

Seeing that the gods remained silent, Salafir chuckled inwardly.

They then turned their attention to the fire-making demonstration being carried out by friction by the college student leader.

He imitated him, picking up the wooden stick and rubbing it in a very convincing manner.

“Sarafil, that’s not how it is.”

Noticing the boy's serious expression, the team leader couldn't help but squat down and chuckle softly.

"Look, you need it."

"Wow~"

A small flame suddenly shot up and scorched his hair, instantly turning a few strands brittle and emitting a faint burnt smell.

"Well done."

Embarrassed, the team leader patted his hair, gave a sheepish smile, his cheeks slightly flushed, and quickly turned to help the other children.

"Shen Du, you've secretly used your power again."

Salafir complained.

"So we're just going to watch you become a caveman? We're all in this together, okay?" "Shen Du" sneered. "You could have just started a fire directly, but you insisted on using wood to make fire. I give up. You're just asking for trouble."

"Then let me ask you, Clark can clearly start fires with his eyes, so why does he usually use a lighter to burn straw?"

"...Maybe it's because he's a bit dim-witted?" Shen Du wondered. "Or has he forgotten that he has the ability? After all, since being beaten by his father, my big, dim-witted brother has been acting all confused lately."

"wrong."

“It’s because of Dad’s recently added farm safety rule number 139: No using your eyes to start a fire.” A sly smile appeared on Salafir’s face as she chuckled. “God, you really didn’t read it. I’m going to report you.”

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childish!

He muttered a disgruntled remark to himself, then spoke up, "Brother, you..."

"Yo~yo~"

The cry of a deer interrupted the words of "Divine Capital".

A beautiful little deer timidly peeked out from the nearby woods, its big, wet eyes gazing curiously in their direction.

His gaze quickly locked onto Salafir, and he cautiously took a few steps forward.

Wow! A little deer!

Some of the children exclaimed in surprise.

Salafir also looked up and gave the deer an incredibly pure and friendly smile.

Um.
As if receiving some kind of signal, the fawn moved closer, seemingly unafraid of the other children around it.

However, Salafir's smile faded slightly.

Once the children's attention was drawn to something else, he put down his fire-starting tool, walked over to the fawn, and gently touched its nose with his little hand.

"There are too many people here," he explained in a low voice. "Let's play later, okay? Let's go back to the woods now."

Nodding, the little deer seemed to understand, nuzzled his palm, then gracefully turned and trotted away into the shadows of the bushes.

"That's a bit hypocritical, brother."

"Shen Du" suddenly retorted, "You clearly bribed it with your abilities, yet you're pretending to be genuinely friendly."

"It wasn't a bribe."

He healed the animals, and they came to play with him.

They did it willingly.

“And,” Salafir retorted inwardly, with a touch of childlike stubbornness, “have you ever had any friends, God?”

"Humph!"

"Shen Du" sneered, with an air of arrogance.

Are the animals particularly close to them because of their abilities?

The answer to this question should already be clear to you, brother, so why ask it?

Ignoring his brother's thoughts, Salafir clapped his hands, preparing to go back and continue his research on the wood that just wouldn't start a fire.
"boom--!"

A deep, muffled roar suddenly came from deep within the mountain!
The earth seemed to be trembling!

Next is
The sound of boulders tumbling down and trees snapping was heart-stopping!
"Oh no! It's a landslide!"

The tour leader's terrified screams instantly shattered the tranquility of the outing!

He shouted loudly to the children:
"Quick! Everyone run to this open area! Hurry!"

The children panicked instantly and ran after their leader.

Fortunately, we were far away, so there was no danger.

But amidst this chaos
Salafir suddenly stopped in his tracks.

His gaze was drawn to the view on the hillside to his side.

The fleeing fawn, terrified, was trying to cross the rubble when it instinctively ran towards him for shelter.
Completely unaware that a huge boulder, loosened by the violent shaking, was rolling down from above and crashing straight towards it!
"?!"

Salafir's heart clenched instantly.

Without any hesitation, his small body instinctively rushed forward.

but.
The distance is too far! Running at a normal speed simply won't be enough!
This left him helplessly watching the shadow of the boulder draw ever closer, a sense of despair washing over him like a bucket of ice water.

unless
Faster! Even faster! Faster than a stone! Faster than a sound!
"Brother! No...you mustn't force it!"

The astonished voice of "Divine Capital" echoed in his mind, tinged with rare panic, as if trying to stop him.
but.
Everything happened too fast; it was too late.

"Om-!"

As Salafir's consciousness began to spread, the dormant magic within him resonated intensely.

A completely new power, as if breaking free from some kind of restraint, suddenly awakened within him!
His legs were infused with an indescribable lightness and explosive power.

"Whoosh-!"

next moment.
His figure almost transformed into a blurry streak of light, traversing that seemingly impossible distance!

At the critical moment, they swiftly led the bewildered fawn to safety.

The boulder slammed into the ground with a terrifying force, grazing their bodies and kicking up a cloud of dust.

saved!
The fawn jumped away in fright, glanced back at Salafir with its big, wet eyes, and then nimbly darted into the safe depths of the forest.

However, Salafir...
can not stop at all!

He felt like an arrow shot with excessive force, the scenery rushing past him, the wind whistling in his ears! He couldn't even control his direction, and could only watch helplessly as he hurtled towards a cliff face that had broken off at the foot of the hillside.
"boom!"

A dizzying sensation suddenly struck!
He regained his balance after he was completely disoriented.

When he could see things clearly again, he was no longer surrounded by the familiar forests of Smallwell, but in a dimly lit place with strange smells and filled with oddly dressed guests.
Here is one.
bar?

A person dressed in full armor was looking at him with a puzzled expression.

Beside them, a gorilla dressed in a detective's trench coat was drunkenly slumped on the table.

This is the Forgotten Bar, which welcomed its youngest and most unexpected guest in such an unexpected way.

"The capital city."

"Where am I?" Salafir swallowed hard.

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Ignoring her silly older brother, "Shen Du" only felt exhausted.

Recovery, explosion.

Now another one has awakened.
Fast? Swift?

neither.

"Shen Du" silently shook his head in his heart, rejecting these overly superficial definitions.

That is the ultimate rule that defines the limit of 'speed', compresses the intervals of space and time, and transcends the universe in an instant.

Its real name should perhaps be:

—A fleeting moment that lasts forever.

This was the startling truth about the nature of their powers that he gradually came to realize after witnessing his father use the power of 'healing' last time.

The so-called 'recovery' is not just a superficial 'recovery'.

That's their current level of magic and understanding, which only allows them to exert that power with the relatively simple effect of 'healing'.

Its essence is the supreme rule called 'purity, stability, and eternal balance'.

It is the great power that defines the standard of 'perfection' for all things, expels all external disturbances and damage, and restores everything to its purest, most constant, and perfect state.

And the 'explosive' power he himself possesses.
Ugh.
In short
The capital city was anything but happy.

He only felt that each time divine power was awakened.

Each sound is like a tolling bell, signaling the countdown to the end.

It will only accelerate their irreversible march toward that finish line.

(End of this chapter)