progress and cain the curator [chapter 8]

Chapter 7

just to make things clear, he is in the Batman: the brave and the bold universe.

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"Thank you, Lady Luck," Cain chuckled with gratitude, his excitement mounting. Rising to his feet, he couldn't help but entertain an idea. "Since I only have one charge remaining, why don't I test something out?" he suggested to himself, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Short warp."

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, Cain vanished from his current location, reappearing instantly in the machine room where he had started. The teleportation spell had worked precisely as described, transporting him a short distance. "Short distance indeed," he observed with a grin. "Nonetheless, it's still teleportation," he acknowledged, recognizing the potential utility of such an ability.

However, his momentary joy was short-lived as his attention swiftly turned to the dwindling mana charge. "Well, let's continue the grind," he sighed, the determination in his voice resolute. With renewed focus, Cain delved back into his training, determined to uncover the full extent of his magical abilities.

[ 4 days later ]

Back in Cain's secret hideout, the training room showed clear signs of wear and tear after four days of intensive practice and grinding. It was evident that Cain's efforts had paid off as he stood there, taking a deep breath to center himself. With a focused thought, he summoned the magic shield, and a single transparent sphere materialized before him. Another sphere appeared, followed by a third, forming a trio of protective barriers.

Opening his eyes, Cain observed the spheres with satisfaction. "Three shots, three lives," he murmured, recalling the night when the shield had saved him from a bullet, only to disintegrate upon impact. "But they won't just stop at three bullets if they're not complete idiots like those bastards," he muttered, his mind analyzing potential threats. "Thankfully, I won't be a sitting duck either," he added, a confident smile crossing his lips. "Plus, I have another trick up my sleeve."

Recalling the incantation, Cain chanted inwardly, "Short warp." In an instant, he vanished from his current location, only to reappear 150 meters away. The teleportation spell had worked flawlessly, allowing him to cover significant distances in the blink of an eye. "And that leaves me with only one mana charge," he observed, glancing at the floating screen that had become a constant companion.

The screen displayed his updated information:

[Name: Cain O'Brien]

[Level: 6 (50/600)]

[Spell-Points: 0]

[Mana-Charge: 1/6 (each spell requires a single charge unless specified; charges can be regained with meditation)]

[Spells:

Magic-Field: With a wave of your hand, you create a barrier of arcane energy to deflect ranged attacks, but it can only deflect 2 attacks, rank 2 (2 spell points) Cost: 1 charge

Arcane-Blade: An ethereal blade is summoned and launched at high speeds against the target, rank 1 (1 spell point) Cost: 1 charge

Short-Warp: You jaunt through space for a short distance (150 meters), rank 3 (4 spell points) Cost: 1 charge]

Satisfied with his progress, Cain allowed himself a moment of relaxation. He flopped to the ground, assuming a meditative position. "And meditating is the best part of the system," he chuckled to himself, knowing that it offered him an opportunity to replenish his mana charge and delve deeper into his newfound powers.

(Scene Change)

In the heart of Gotham City, a nearby museum stood as a beacon of culture and history. Amidst the hustle and bustle of visitors passing through the entrance, a man with black hair tied in a bun entered the premises. Cain, dressed in a white t-shirt, black jacket, blue jeans, and stylish shoes, wore a pair of glasses that added an air of sophistication to his appearance.

As he strolled through the museum, Cain greeted one of the guards, Chase, with a friendly smile. "Hey Chase," he called out, initiating a brief exchange of pleasantries. The guard reciprocated the warm gesture, impressed by Cain's punctuality. With a shared smile, Cain continued his journey, heading towards a designated office within the museum.

Inside the office, Cain settled into a chair and turned his attention to the files on his desk. Before he could delve into them, a woman entered the room, her long black hair also tied in a bun. Her bright blue eyes and enticing figure exuded an undeniable allure. It was Diana, and Cain greeted her with a smile.

"Hello, Cain," Diana spoke, her voice carrying a hint of familiarity. She leaned against the door frame, her presence commanding attention. Cain's smile widened as he acknowledged her. "Oh, hey, Diana," he replied, his gaze drawn to her captivating features.

As they exchanged pleasantries, Diana directed his attention to the files on his desk. "You saw the files I left on your desk?" she inquired, her voice laced with a touch of intrigue. Cain nodded affirmatively, his curiosity piqued.

"Yeah, I was just about to take a look," he responded, his eyes lingering on Diana as she leaned against the door frame. A sense of anticipation filled the air as she revealed the next task. "Well, after you're finished with that, you can find me in the curator's room," she suggested, her voice trailing off. Cain's gaze followed her suggestively swaying hips as she departed, causing him to chuckle softly in amusement.

With the allure of the task ahead and the intriguing presence of Diana, Cain felt a surge of motivation. He turned his attention back to the files on his desk, determined to complete his current assignment before venturing into the curator's room. His thoughts wandered to the upcoming task, wondering what awaited him and the significance of the statue that required his attention.

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yap, wonder woman, and yes, he works in a museum.

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