bioinnovel Chapter 243 The Trap of the Meditation Mite
Chapter 243 The Trap of the Meditation Mite
Chapter 243 The Trap of the Meditation Mite
"You're sure you've seen the light..."
Black Adam opened his eyes.
In the pitch-black rainy night, his eyes were like burning flames, illuminating the darkness before him.
The previous conversation was still echoing in his mind.
"But you're still putting yourself in a situation you don't understand, Sivana... There's no place for you in the magical world, especially not at the hub connecting the continents."
He looked up and saw Billy Batson's foster home, which was now brightly lit.
"...Do you know what the Meditation Mite can do...?"
He was thinking about what Shivana had just said to him.
"You were there when the Mist Mite first spread fear across the magical continent... This time, his plan is destined to be unstoppable."
"So join him, join us."
Black Adam pursed his lips.
The last time Black Adam joined someone else's camp was because he was imprisoned and whipped.
He broke free of his shackles, like a lion in the wilderness. He killed the whip-wielder who had put the shackles on him, and crushed the slave owner's head like a grape.
But this time is different... unlike before.
This time, what bound him was not shackles made of fine iron, so he could not break free.
If one's heart has already been bound by false reins, and one has obediently put on the collar of a slave, then even the power of Shazam, which can destroy gold and shatter jade, would probably be powerless.
However, Black Adam was not the only one bound by false reins.
inside the house.
Billy Batson opened his eyes in complete darkness.
He turned over and sat up in bed, staring blankly into the darkness.
He carefully climbed out of bed and stepped over Dara—the youngest Black child in his foster family, a lovely but noisy little girl whom he wanted to avoid disturbing as much as possible.
Billy stood by the window.
Recent events have left him physically and mentally exhausted. He means that after the initial excitement and astonishment, the superhero career is not as easy as he imagined.
Nightwing, Dick Grayson, Supergirl, Kara Kent, The Flash, Barry Allen—they've done so much better than me. They're true heroes who take responsibility, while I'm just a brat abusing my power.
While Batman was busy with other things, he had already experienced enough. Bio-monsters appearing in the city, all sorts of bizarre, magically concocted behemoths—these were things that should have been his responsibility, the responsibility of a guardian of magic.
But he messed it up, made a complete mess of things. He was clearly far stronger than these ordinary monsters, but he was still completely outmaneuvered by these low-IQ creatures and even caused the deaths of many innocent civilians.
He watched as his parents lost their child right before his eyes.
He watched as children lost their mothers, as beautiful families were shattered and destroyed, and then howled in the pitch-black midnight.
These are all his responsibilities.
Just like what Dr. Phil, the scarecrow-playing doctor in the school counseling room, said to him, isn't it?
Billy rested his chin on his hand.
One must act within one's capabilities.
If police officers don't even know how to use a gun, they'll only end up killing both the hostages and themselves when facing criminals, and might even accidentally discharge a gun and kill innocent bystanders.
A doctor who lacks medical knowledge but recklessly performs a heart transplant will only end up with one more corpse in the morgue.
Taking a high position without the necessary ability will only harm others.
The power of Shazam should be given to someone who truly deserves it, like Batman, Wonder Woman, Supergirl, and the like, instead of being abused by an incompetent guy like myself.
With that thought in mind, Billy walked to his desk and, by the dim light, took a magic book out of the drawer.
He snapped his fingers, casting a little magic to prevent the light from shining on his sleeping "brothers and sisters," and then turned on the table lamp.
He opened the spellbook and found the page containing the magic that allowed him to share the power of Shazam the Thunder with others.
"Your magic is boundless...your ultimate power! Speak the incantation!"
He chanted silently. Although he had learned a lot of magic since becoming a superhero, to be honest, this spell to share Shazam's power with others was too complicated, and he still couldn't figure out how it worked.
Black Adam once tried to seize his power... In truth, he wasn't that defiant. Who could expect a teenager to be tough after being nearly beaten to death?
But he really couldn't give it to him!
"Billy?"
Billy turned his head and saw Mary getting out of bed. She was the eldest sister in her foster family and the "eldest daughter" in this family with no blood relation.
She was woken up by the noise.
Billy smiled apologetically at the other person and said, "I just couldn't sleep..."
But just then, he heard a commotion downstairs.
He and Mary exchanged a glance.
"I'm just going to the restroom," Mary said.
Together they walked down the stairs from the second-floor bedroom to the living room, where they saw the hall brightly lit.
Then Billy froze.
He saw a man whose face vaguely resembled his own standing at the door. His adoptive parents were beside him.
The man looked up and happened to see Billy coming down the stairs.
"Oh My God."
"That's what the man said."
"Billy?"
For some reason, tears welled up in Billy's eyes.
"dad?"
He asked.
"Dad!" He rushed over and the two hugged each other tightly.
"I've been looking for you for so long, and I've finally found you," Billy's father said.
"Is...is this really you?"
"Oh, Billy, I'm so sorry," Billy heard the other person say. Outside, the rain was pouring down in the night.
During Billy's childhood, he escaped from the orphanage countless times, running through the dark, rainy nights.
He had fantasized countless times about someone saying such things to him.
"Oh, Billy. You should never have lived alone. I'm so sorry, I'm so sorry."
"You were born in Zambrotta, Minnesota... on that stormy night."
"We're almost at the hospital. Your mother, Marilyn, is pregnant with you. I still remember her telling me, 'I can't go on, CC, now.'"
"A bolt of lightning blocked our path, and then you came into the world right there, in that car."
"That night, we left Minnesota, and Marilyn's father was waiting at the hospital... He didn't approve of our relationship, and he was planning to take you and your mother away from me."
"We drove all the way to Philadelphia, and then we settled down there. I want to be the best husband and father in the world, Billy, you should know that. Every weekend I take you to the zoo to see the tigers, you love them so much..."
Now...at this moment.
Billy Batson sits with his biological father, CC Batson, on the steps of his adoptive parents' house.
They need some private space.
Billy was clutching a photograph in which his father and mother, Marilyn, were smiling broadly as they embraced him, with a tiger from the zoo in the background.
Looking at photos like these, anyone's heart would soften.
But Billy ultimately didn't let himself be swayed. He resisted the urge to stop looking at the photos.
"That's wonderful, Father. But...where did you go before?"
"I……"
Billy's father remained silent for a moment.
"I miss those days. Everything was so wonderful back then. Your mother and I were still a family."
"I have no pride in the past ten years. I ran into some trouble. I left to protect you and your mother. In fact, I am not fit to be your father... I went to prison."
"Prison?" Billy's last bit of wariness was gradually fading.
"But that's the past me. I've served my sentence, I'm out of prison, and I've been looking for you everywhere." Billy's biological father put his arm around his shoulder.
"Where is Mom?" Billy asked.
"I...I also want to find your mother, of course I really do. But maybe we can find her together. I think she might have gone back to her hometown, Zambrotta, Minnesota. That will be my next stop. I want you to come with me, Billy."
"You're still on parole, right?"
"Your mother is the love of my life, Billy. I have to find him. I have to make sure she's alright."
Billy's biological father said, "Nothing is more important than family."
Billy finally made up his mind.
"I'll find a way to extend your sentence." He suppressed his excitement and elation.
"I'll try to get them to help me; I mean, I know some people."
He saw his father smile, seemingly not believing it at all. But Billy was still very happy.
This was the best day of his life.
"Okay, I've found you. But it's too late now, I have to go, Billy."
They sat together for a while longer, until finally Billy's biological father stood up: "I'll come see you tomorrow, and then we'll talk about your foster family. But now might not be a good time."
Before Billy could speak, he grabbed his shoulder: "We need to give your foster family some breathing room. You know, they took care of you while I was away, and I'm very grateful to them."
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"Do you think Black Adam has become suspicious?"
In a dark corner, Dr. Sivana manipulated magic, his hands crackling with lightning.
"What's our real plan?"
The voice of the meditation mite rang in Dr. Sivana's ears.
"Even if he becomes suspicious, it doesn't matter. He's willing to do anything to bring back the person he lost in order to protect the one he loves."
As Dr. Sivana continued to manipulate the space, a lightning teleportation portal gradually appeared in the space in front of them.
"Now, Sivana, the job's done. Now it's up to Black Adam. While Batman is busy dealing with Green Lantern and that alien sorcerer Athocitas, it's time to rally our allies and find the key to the monster's land."
Not far from Billy Batson's foster home.
Billy's biological father, wearing a coat, walked alone on the road.
He turned his head and looked at the shop not far away, where a father and son were having a meal together.
"A banana sundae and two spoons!"
"And a large portion of fudge, Dad!"
Billy's biological father, Old Batson, watched the father and son with a hint of envy for a while, a gesture that confirmed Billy Batson's own thoughts, who was secretly observing from a distance.
He's already suspicious enough, like Batman.
This can't be fake, and it absolutely can't be fake.
"Mr. Batson?"
However, at that moment, Billy's heart stopped for a second.
He saw eight figures flying down from a tall building not far away, with Black Adam leading the way.
"You have to come with us." Black Adam, crackling with lightning, hovered in front of Billy's biological father, startling him into taking a few steps back. People on the street, seeing the situation was bad, also hurriedly scattered and fled.
Old Batson stared at the bizarre seven deadly sins surrounding Black Adam.
"What are those things? Who are you?"
"Billy will finally know what real pain is, and I will derive great pleasure from it... provided you die first."
Lightning crackled in Black Adam's eyes, but even faster came Billy, who transformed into Shazam and charged at him like a whirlwind.
Billy punched Black Adam so hard he sent him flying backward.
The seven deadly sins, lined up in a row, simply stared blankly.
"My God, you...you are that superhero!" Billy's biological father exclaimed.
"Yes, sir, now I need you to come with me. I need to get you to a safe place... to tell you... you don't need to worry." Billy said hesitantly, but finally gave a bright smile: "Everything will be alright."
"That's true for me, and it's true for Kandak, but it has nothing to do with you." But then Black Adam returned even faster, grabbed Billy by the collar, and rubbed him to the ground.
"We've caught the father. What are we going to do to him?"
Billy turned his head and saw his father, C.C. Batson, being pulled into the sky by the Seven Deadly Sins.
"What do you want him to do?"
He fought hard to block the punch that Black Adam was throwing.
"In the end, I will send him to his death, and you will follow closely behind!"
Bang bang bang!
Billy desperately tried to stop them, and then he saw the monsters trying to take his father out of his sight.
"dad!"
He roared and charged toward the seven deadly sins, but strangely, Black Adam did not stop him.
In the chaos of the battle, he saw his father fall down, plummeting toward the ground.
"No!"
"dad!"
"He's going to die, Warrior. Your weak heart has worn you down, Billy Batson!"
"Please! Please let me save him—I can't lose him now!"
Billy roared, but the Seven Deadly Sins held him captive, preventing him from leaving.
He saw his father about to fall to the ground.
He remembered the incantation from that magic book.
The once obscure and incomprehensible curse.
And there's also the old wizard Shazam's words.
"...It's not just flight and power, and the spells you can weave...there's so much more. You must learn to protect your family, just as I was meant to...a family is what it can be, not what it is meant to be. That's your secret spell, your ultimate power..."
"Now... say that name."
"Shazam!"
Boom!
A bolt of lightning struck Billy's biological father, followed by the endless power of Shazam, which was then shared into his body.
Old Batson stared in astonishment at his hands, which had been transformed. He was now wearing the cloak of Shazam the Thunder, with lightning crackling across his chest.
"My God."
A hideous look of astonishment appeared on his lips, like the venomous chirping of some insect.
(End of this chapter)