Chapter 1669

"And the bigger difference is between the styles of the magic worlds of the two universes." Strange spoke at the right time, interrupting a conversation between a teacher and student full of hints and hidden meanings.

"During this time, I have read almost all the books recording the history of your magic world, and then I discovered a very strange phenomenon. No matter who the recorder is, what era they are in, or who their contractor is, they are very inclined to record every conversation they have with supernatural existences."

"Is there anything wrong with this?" Zatanna spread her hands and said: "If mages don't record this, what else can they record?"

"But the historical classics of the magic world in our universe usually record every fight that mages have."

Strange supported the armrests with both hands and used a little force, stood up from the chair, and began to pace in front of the screen, attracting everyone's attention.

"What makes me feel very strange is that the mages in your universe seem to always be following some rules that are meaningless in my opinion, and the one I can't understand the most is that their first reaction after encountering certain powerful existences is to talk to them."

"What is the point of this?" Strange seemed very puzzled. He shook his head gently and then said: "Are mages expecting these peculiar creatures, whose life forms are completely different from humans and who have never been human and will never be able to understand humans in the future, to understand them? How is this possible?"

"Even if we are all humans, we will have various contradictions due to differences in race, nationality, and growth environment. People cannot fundamentally understand each other, so why would anyone want to seek recognition from demon gods?"

"What makes me unable to understand the most is that the most recorded content in your history books is 'a certain mage asked a certain powerful existence for the answer to a certain question', but this question actually has nothing to do with his immediate interests, nor does it have anything to do with the future of humanity. It is more like some useless philosophical thinking, such as 'where do humans come from and where are they going'."

"I have no intention of offending any philosopher present." Although Strange said this, he still nodded apologetically toward Schiller's direction and then said: "But to ask an existence that is not human at all where humanity is going, isn't that a bit too high an opinion of them?"

"With all due respect, any existence that does not belong to this species has no need, and should not, express any opinion on the future development of our species, because their so-called understanding has always been wishful thinking rather than empathy. Their opinions are not important, and we don't need their condescending guidance."

"But for some reason, the mages in your universe seem to be very concerned about these issues, extreme darkness, extreme light, the origin and destination of humanity, the birth and destruction of the world..."

"I cannot arbitrarily say that studying these is wrong. After all, someone has to care about these. But from my shallow perspective, the magic world in your universe should not have developed to the point of studying these issues to pass the time."

"I certainly understand what you're saying." Constantine took the wine glass from Bruce and said: "It is indeed absurd to start studying the origin of the world before filling your stomach, but there are so many such daydreamers, and it is not necessarily without the reason of being influenced by the thinking of angels and demons."

"Yes, so I proposed at the beginning that you lack a cover to prevent these forces from invading, but if thinking doesn't change, even if there is a defense network, someone will make the solid fortress break from the inside because of stubborn thinking."

"I agree with this point." Zatanna curled her lips and said: "If there weren't those human traitors, we don't know how quiet it would be now."

"Although it is not absolute, I still have to say that it is probably difficult to reverse the thinking of mages who have already reached adulthood." Strange pursed his lips, revealed a difficult expression, and said: "If they insist that they are doing it for the good of humanity, it makes us look like we are being unreasonable."

"Isn't this the meaning of the establishment of this school?" Pamela still spoke in that slightly indifferent tone: "The previous generation is hopeless, we can only focus on the education of the next generation."

"Yes, but I think there should be a backbone among the next generation who holds a similar view to mine."

"You mean we should also have a Sorcerer Supreme?"

Constantine frowned slightly. Strange nodded somewhat reservedly and said: "First of all, he must be a human supremacist. I know some of my views sound very radical and extreme, but sometimes you have to be extreme. A radical human racist is always better than an appeaser who sells out interests without a bottom line, right?"

Constantine nodded slowly, barely accepting this statement, and then Strange continued: "A thought that can lead the magic world forward is not to resist anything, but should know how to build something. This is the reason why I said the trial difficulty is not high enough."

"Perhaps this trial can make them understand not to fear power and not to be swayed by inertial thinking, but this at best only arouses their rebellious psychology, and cannot make them understand what kind of magic world they want to build."

"Resistance might be the starting point of the establishment of an ideology, but if an ideology only has angry resistance and no more rational and objective creative parts, then the actions it leads are destined to fail. After mages know what they should resist, they should know more about creating a world that leads humanity to go faster and further."

Schiller raised his eyes to look at Strange. He touched the cup wall gently with his thumb, and when Strange turned his head to make eye contact with him, Schiller shook his head gently and said: "This is what I said, you can never predict what kind of things the seeds you bury can grow into. If you extend this branch a little further..."

"In this way, mages will take the happiness of every individual in the prosperous human society they have built as their happiness, and take their joy in development as their joy, embarking on a path diametrically opposed to the pursuit of endless knowledge and power for themselves, that is, exhausting their lives to liberate the ability of every human individual to pursue knowledge and power."

Strange said these words very fluently and then stared at Schiller.

Schiller raised the wine glass in his hand to him from a distance.

Constantine covered his forehead and said: "I am definitely not the first target for this group of Soviets to eliminate, right? Bruce?"

Bruce was already taking notes. It seemed he wanted to write this passage into the school motto of Wayne Academy. Constantine could only cut his cigar more desperately.

"From a philosophical point of view, this is almost the only way to solve the inevitable pursuit of extreme self-existence by powerful individuals in humanity after they complete their self-cultivation." Pamela evaluated objectively and fairly: "That is to let them shift their attention from themselves to the population, to prevent them from feeling that they have lived enough, or that they will never live enough."

"Alright, friends, let's make it clear." Constantine extinguished the cigar in his hand, took a sip of wine, and then looked up at Strange who was standing on the side and said: "Do you think there is a future Sorcerer Supreme among these three children?"

"It's just that compared to others, they have more potential." Strange stood and took a sip of wine, standing straight, his expression relaxed. At least in terms of maintaining an elegant appearance at all times, he is indeed worthy of being the Sorcerer Supreme.

"In fact, Stephen." Schiller called Strange's name for the first time. Strange also turned his gaze to his side, making a gesture of listening carefully, but in fact, his expression was "I'd like to hear what other faults you can find".

"I fully understand that you hope the leader of the magic world who will take on important responsibilities in this universe in the future can learn enough experience from the universe you are in, especially learning your style of dealing with demon gods."

Strange raised his chin slightly, nodded reservedly, and waited patiently for Schiller's turning point, although his body language revealed that no matter how many "buts" you want to say, I can definitely find my reasons.

"But, have you considered that they might have altitude sickness?"

"... Ah?"

"I guess mages must be very used to teleporting directly from flat land with no altitude to the top of the Mount Ximalaya, right? Have you ever thought that not everyone has such a super physique to be able to go back and forth between flat land and the top of the Mount Ximalaya five or six times a day?"

Strange opened his mouth wide.

"Where on earth is this?" Harley struggled to climb up from the ground, but just halfway up, she felt her legs go soft and fell to the ground with a "bang".

Barry gasped heavily, his face flushed, and said: "Why do I feel like someone has sucked all the oxygen out of this room? Bruce! Bruce! Are you sure we didn't fall into a trap?"

Bruce, who was already in a poor mental state due to hallucinations, was even more dizzy at this time. He tried hard to support his body with his arms, but it was useless. From beginning to end, he was rubbing on the surface of the blanket, unable to even get up.

Facts have proved that physical laws are fair to everyone. It's not that you won't be hit hard by altitude sickness just because you teleported from the flat land of one universe to the top of the Mount Ximalaya of another universe. Under the condition that the physical rules of the two worlds are basically the same, it can be said that whoever comes will fall.

"Oh, my God! Who are you? Why are you in the Sorcerer Supreme's study?" A slightly sweet girl's voice sounded outside the room, and a girl of about fourteen or fifteen years old wearing traditional Indian clothing rushed in.

"Wait, you wouldn't be the new students the Sorcerer Supreme said were coming today, right?... Let me see, two boys and one girl, the girl is a bit older, my God, it's really you, what's wrong with you?"

"I don't know, we are having difficulty breathing, irregular heartbeat, dizziness, and I feel a bit nauseous." Harley described her feelings as accurately as possible. She glanced out through the Zen room window and said: "Don't tell me this is a place above 4,000 meters above sea level."

"It's much higher than that, it's already close to 6,000 meters above sea level."

"Help..."

"You wait, I'll go call Master Song to come over. She knows how to deal with this situation. You must persist a little longer!"

After speaking, the girl ran away quickly, leaving only three children who were struggling on the spot like fish that had just landed.

Not long after, Master Song with gray-white hair rushed in. She put her hands together and bowed to the three children, and said: "Sorry, this is our mistake, making you suffer, but please don't be afraid, this will not cause any damage to you, and it will be good for your cardiopulmonary function after you get used to it."

"Really, I should really talk to Yao about how his apprentice is still so reckless. Doesn't he know that severe altitude sickness can kill people?!"

Strange's face immediately revealed a panicked expression.