American comics: Starting with replicating Superman's talent

Chapter 264 Three Crescent Moons

Classical Art Museum.

Lana paused at the mural.

The girl's beautiful black eyes were fixed on the mural, her face filled with a serious expression.

Her gaze was fixed on the torch in the woman's hand in the mural.

The tiny torch was engraved with a pattern of three eyes.

"Okay, you stay here and watch over things, I'll go look around elsewhere."

Jason, her boyfriend, clearly wasn't interested in the mural.

He turned and ran to another exhibition hall to see the master's copy of the oil painting of a young model. Only Lana remained in front of the entire mural.

"Murals from the prehistoric period."

Just as Lana was gazing at the mural in a daze, a female voice quietly sounded from behind the girl.

Lana turned her head and saw a tall, elegant, long-legged woman with black hair wearing gold-rimmed glasses, also gazing at the mural.

The black trench coat swayed in the breeze. Diana glanced at Lana and said, "It comes from an ancient mural, which is said to tell the story of the birth of a god."

"The birth of a god?" Lana wondered, her gaze lingering on the three eyes on the mural.

Diana scoffed: "Yes, gods were born, and a bunch of hypocrites became gods."

The woman gazed intently at the three eyes on the torch, shook her head, and said, "There's a legend on the Amazon island."

"The world was created by a goddess named Hecate."

"She brought light and magic to the world, and she shared her magic with some humans."

"These humans who acquired her magic became powerful beings; they became the original gods."

"But these gods betrayed the goddess; they deceived her and imprisoned her."

"So the goddess vowed that one day she would take revenge on the world."

"So?" Lana frowned, thinking of the medieval witch who had possessed her.

Most ordinary people are skeptical about the existence of souls and magic, but only Lana knows the truth.

Souls exist, magic exists, hell exists.

So the girl always made a great effort to be a good person so that she could ascend to heaven after her long sleep.

"Alright, this mural is just a legend. I'm going to look at the sculptures now."

Diana took out her phone, snapped a picture, sent it to Gino, and then said goodbye to Lana and left.

……

Back in his London apartment.

Lana took off her pink coat and stepped into the bathroom.

Turn on the shower and let the rising hot water glide over your delicate skin.

A white mist rose, casting a layer of frost-like vapor onto the round mirror.

Lana closed her eyes, letting the warm water patter against her cheeks.

She closed her eyes, and the mural on the torch flashed through her mind.

A wave of sadness welled up from her heart, and Lana was surprised to find herself wanting to cry.

She didn't understand, but grief swept over her entire body from top to bottom, every inch of her skin, every drop of blood was filled with unbearable sorrow.

"Waaaaah!"

The girl collapsed in the bathroom, covering her face as tears mingled with the water and streamed down her cheeks.

My body felt like it was being burned, and a piercing pain suddenly exploded from my forehead.

"thump!"

The girl was found unconscious in the spacious bathroom.

As the white mist rose, a crescent-shaped light slowly appeared on Lana's forehead.

...

"This novel is really good."

In the elegant and bright living room, on the expensive pure gray sofa, Diana, with her long legs crossed, is holding a masterpiece by Shakespeare and is moved to tears.

"Buzz~"

A faint buzzing sound came from all directions.

"who!"

Diana suddenly sat up and lightly leaped down from the roof to retrieve the Lasso of Truth and the Godslayer Sword that were hanging there.

The buzzing sound grew louder as it approached.

It got closer and closer, until it seemed to explode right next to my scalp.

"what!"

Diana let out a scream, clutching her forehead; the intense pain was unbearable even for someone with her demigod-like constitution.

"Thump!"

She fell in front of the mirror.

The smooth mirror reflected a pretty face, with a beautiful silver light emanating from her forehead.

They were like moonlight falling at night, intertwined, etching a crescent moon on Diana's forehead.

In the last second of her memory, Diana could only see herself lying in front of the mirror in a disheveled state.

...

metropolis.

Zatanna Magic Circus.

"Well then, that concludes tonight's performance!"

With a slight bow to thank the audience, Zatanna walked off the stage and returned to her office amidst cheers and thunderous applause.

"call."

The girl took off her hat and stared at herself in the mirror.

She was in the prime of her life, her face brimming with collagen, so delicate and smooth it seemed like it could be broken with a touch.

"What a pity."

Zatanna fiddled with the phone on the table, looking at the message the boy had sent not long ago: "I wish you a successful performance. I will get better venues and equipment for your circus."

"Sigh." The girl sighed. Although the boy she liked was incredibly wealthy and would buy her things at the drop of a hat, what she wanted even more was for Gino to personally acknowledge their relationship and then start a sweet romance.

She has always liked Gino.

But the boy was like a bee, lingering among the flowers, yet never landing on any one of them.

He sighed inwardly.

But Zatanna also knew that this was impossible. Gino alone had a huge number of female fans online, well, that probably included most of the men who didn't like the opposite sex.

In short, if these people really knew who Gino's girlfriend was, they would go crazy.

"Playing cards".

Zatanna, bored, began to utter words.

She plans to have her love life read by tarot cards.

However, as the girl cast her ironic spell, the card that should have appeared in her hand turned out to be empty.

"What happened?"

Now it was Zatanna's turn to lose her composure.

Unbelievable, she couldn't even use irony to summon items, let alone sense any magical fluctuations.

"What happened?"

Doubt, fear, and the reality of losing her magic made the girl's shoulders tremble.

Despite the turmoil raging within her, the girl forced herself to calm down and tried the irony magic again.

"Airplane pilot, please!"

The phone lying on the table remained untouched.

Before the girl could stand up and try to contact her acquaintances in the magical world...

Another wave of terrifying pain exploded in my mind.

Fragmented memories, like a chaotic storm, flooded Zatanna's mind.

"Goddess, complete, March."

Those beautiful eyes were gradually shrouded in a wisp of white mist, appearing from a distance as if they were draped in a mysterious veil.

A crescent moon gradually appeared on her once smooth forehead.

"Collect, gather, destroy."

Zatanna stood up expressionlessly and casually waved her hand, creating a spatial passage in the office wall.

As she stepped into the azure-blue spatial passage pulsating with frenzied arcs of magical energy, the girl's figure vanished from the office, leaving behind only an unlocked flip phone.

(End of this chapter)