Chapter 1663: Bruce Wei En and the Philosopher's Stone (Part 14)

The night in Cat Getan's inner world is colder, without the sultry heat of midsummer in the current surface world, but rather like the Cat Getan of the past, with cold rain falling from beginning to end all night, the entire city like a pencil drawing soaked in water, the outline of the city disappearing in the dampness.

The spire of Rodriguez Academy, suspended high in the sky, is guarded by damp fog air masses. Opening the window at midnight, the ethereal cloud waves surge in like a school of fish, like ghostly hands, and the water droplets of fog condensed on the glass are like eyes that are constantly opening and closing.

A ray of warm golden light like the first ray of light at dawn penetrates through the endless white fog. The dense cloud layer constantly disperses. The sky behind the cloud layer is blue and a bit purple. The white clouds are gradually dyed black, arranged into strange and complex patterns. When you open your eyes and look again, the clouds form a pair of huge blue eyes.

"Ah!"

A figure sat up from the bed, let out a scream, and then gasped violently.

Little Bruce grabbed the railing next to the bed with one hand, and reached for his forehead with the other. It was covered in cold sweat.

"What... is that?"

Little Bruce muttered to himself a bit confusedly, but suddenly his room door was knocked. So he had to kick away the quilt wrapped around him, get out of bed and open the door.

"Are you okay? I just heard a scream." Barry stood in the pitch-black door crack with a candlestick, looking at Little Bruce with concern, but as soon as he saw Little Bruce's face, he opened his mouth in surprise and sighed: "God, your face is as white as a sheet of paper, what's wrong with you? Do you need to go to the hospital?"

Little Bruce took a deep breath, calmed his mood, let go of the doorknob he was holding tightly, and then said: "I'm fine, come in."

Barry seemed a bit unbelievable that Little Bruce let him into his room so easily. Little Bruce turned and walked back, saying: "Do you have to shout in the corridor so that the whole grade can hear it? It's two o'clock in the morning now."

Barry looked at Little Bruce's back. Under the illumination of the candlelight, he could see clearly that a large piece of the back of Little Bruce's cotton pajamas was soaked, looking like cold sweat from night terrors.

"Did you have a nightmare?" Barry squeezed in from the door crack, then closed the door lightly, took off his slippers at the door, and stepped barefoot on the soft carpet.

The dormitories of Rodriguez Academy are all single rooms, because reading and studying knowledge require a completely quiet environment, but even the spire expanded by magic is not an infinite space, so the student's single dormitory and the dean's office are both loft structures with two floors.

However, unlike the structure of traditional two-story apartments, the bed in the single dormitory is placed downstairs, while the bookshelves and desks used for reading and studying are embedded in the wall upstairs.

Each single room has a huge floor-to-ceiling window, spanning the first and second floors. By the window on the first floor, there is a small reception area consisting of two single sofas and a coffee table, which is very suitable for inviting classmates to read and drink afternoon tea.

Little Bruce and Barry sat face to face in front of the window. Little Bruce took out two bags of snacks from the side cabinet and poured them on the fruit plate. Barry felt surprised. He felt that Little Bruce was not the kind of person who would share food with him.

Facts proved that he was right. As soon as he sat down, Little Bruce picked up a pumpkin seed and bit it in his mouth, but the expression on his face was terrified. His short black curly hair was stained with sweat, shining with cold silver under the moonlight through the huge floor-to-ceiling window.

"What's wrong? Bruce?" Barry felt a little anxious. He was the kind of person who would feel sad if this person was injured, no matter how annoying this person was.

"I had a nightmare." Little Bruce took a deep breath. Perhaps the pale complexion made him look particularly fragile and broken, and his tone became softer: "Since my parents' funeral ended, I haven't had a nightmare again."

"You..." Barry opened his mouth, but in the end, he could only say one sentence: "My condolences."

"I saw a pair of eyes." Little Bruce bit the first pumpkin seed until it was full of tooth marks, but didn't eat it, but threw it aside at will, and picked up a new one.

His tone became much more stable than before, but there was still a hint of doubt and uncertainty.

"A pair of blue eyes, bluer than the sky, I saw many clouds, a complex pattern, and, and possibly the light of holy light."

Barry immediately widened his eyes, gasped, stared tightly at Little Bruce's face and said: "You saw an angel?!"

"No, there were no iconic wings, and he didn't say anything to me, but the moment the clouds dispersed, I saw golden light spilling down, which is the iconic divine power of Heaven."

"How do you know?"

Little Bruce's face showed irritability again, but perhaps it was shock, fear, and doubt that made him lean closer to ordinary people. He didn't explode his emotions as before, but explained with rare patience.

"I think anyone with normal intelligence should see that I am not from this universe at all. I am Bruce Wei En from another universe. Then do you think the event that caused me to come here would be an ordinary event?"

"This..." Barry spent a full half minute to recover from the shock of this fact, and then thoughtfully said: "No wonder... no wonder you look almost exactly the same as Bruce Wei En, even if it's an illegitimate child, there should be some difference."

"So the fact that someone contacted angels in advance mentioned by Professor Schiller in class is related to you coming to this universe, right?"

"It's obvious."

"Did that angel send you here?"

"I can't be sure." Bruce now obviously needed someone to talk to, but he didn't talk to express his emotions, just to clarify his logic again in the output language.

He simply told Barry about what happened after he met Constantine, and then added the details of the enrollment process.

"When I was organizing my father's relics, I saw a huge bat flying past the attic window. At that time

"When I was sorting through my father's belongings, I saw a giant bat glide past the attic window. At that moment, I felt something emerge within my heart. I don't know if it was fear, but it felt more like a kind of anchoring excitement."

"A bat, yes, just a bat. I had pulled myself away from the world surrounded by idiots several times, but not to fantasize about becoming a carefree bird like a normal person, but rather a bat."

"When I saw that bat, a thought sprouted in my heart, but before I could think it through, the bat took a turn in mid-air and crashed headlong into the attic glass. My fantasy completely dissipated."

Young Bruce sighed softly and said, "I didn't expect a bat to be so stupid, but when it slid off the glass, I noticed it seemed to be clutching something in its claws. By that time, Alfred had already picked it up downstairs."

"We read the acceptance letter it brought together. Alfred thought it was very dangerous and that we should destroy the letter immediately, but I had witnessed the magic of sorcery with my own eyes, and I thought we should try it."

"Alfred drove me to the agreed-upon spot by the Cat Getan River, and then I only saw a flash of golden light, and then I appeared in this school."

Barry keenly caught a certain word he repeated several times in his speech, so he tentatively asked, "Golden light?"

"I didn't see it clearly, so I can't be sure if the golden light that took me away is the same as the one I saw through the magic circle that day, or the one in my dream today, but they were indeed all golden."

"I think it's very likely that the angel you saw sent you here, but the question is why he would do that."

Young Bruce pursed his lips, clearly lost in thought, while Barry muttered to himself thoughtfully, "Remember what Professor Schiller said? All your talent in magic could be an illusion given to you by angels and devils, and you understood the runes of divine power from the very beginning..."

"Which means I was chosen by some angel, but why me?"

Both of them fell silent; clearly, neither could provide an answer. To break the silent atmosphere, Barry started a new topic. He said, "You said you saw a pair of blue eyes. What kind of blue eyes were they?"

"It's hard to describe." Young Bruce's tone was somewhat vague. He sat in silence, thinking carefully for a while, and said, "I couldn't see the details; I only remember that those eyes were very blue."

"As blue as your eyes?"

Young Bruce froze. He felt as if he had grasped something, but couldn't catch the key to it. He reached out and touched his eye with his finger, remaining silent for a long time.

"I won't let him manipulate me." Young Bruce took a deep breath and said, "Whether he is a devil or an angel, they are all a bunch of idiots anyway. Any plans they have for me will not succeed."

Suddenly, Young Bruce stiffened where he sat. He threw his head back violently, his body trembling uncontrollably, and then he let out a short, sharp "Ugh."

Barry could see that in the less than two seconds he was dazed, sweat soaked through his thick cotton pajamas, even flowing along his blood vessels. Young Bruce, as if seized by something, gripped the armrests of the chair tightly and trembled incessantly.

Barry rushed forward instantly to support him. By the time Young Bruce regained his freedom, he looked as if he had just been fished out of the water. Barry grabbed his arm anxiously and asked, "What's wrong? What did you see?"

Young Bruce gasped for air, and in a trembling tone, said, "... Demons and angels, beneath their magnificent thrones lie the countless bones of humans."

Young Bruce's grip on the armrests grew tighter and tighter, and he shook as if he were about to faint. Barry had to pat his back to help him catch his breath. After a long while, Young Bruce finally squeezed a few words out through his teeth.

"They extract human souls, grind their bones, and use their skulls as braziers. They are unscrupulously exploiting and torturing humans."

"And beneath that throne piled high with human heads, I saw... my parents."