The Way Of Blood VI

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Chapter 88: The Way Of Blood VI

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Ian then made his way to another chamber at the far end of the hallway. Within that specific chamber was a shower room, and a shower he took, cleaning himself up from the ghastly ritual.

Ian being a bit more cautious than necessary walked up to another chamber where he found another circle, though this one is a magical circle, a spirit ward of protection to be exact. He stayed in it for a while just to make sure no means of peeping remain.

His next destination was his lab. It had gone through a comprehensive transformation with the most catchy things within being two large glass containers.

Within those containers were two different types of energy, one overwhelmingly white to the point of blindness while the other was somewhat purple-ish.

"The energy is already condensed to such a degree that anyone can see it, yet it's still not enough? I don't get it. Why was the staff able to absorb the Kryptonite stones and assimilate them, but not these two energies?"

The gears in his mind started turning, frying his brain for possibilities, "It couldn't be because the Kryptonites were in the form of stones? That wouldn't make much sense because those stones are still just condensed energy... Wait!"

Ian's eyes shone with brilliance before annoyance surfaced in his mind, "I may have underestimated how much energy the Kryptonite stones had. It must be enormous."

He didn't question himself for long. Instead, he started his experimentation right away. He not only had a few more Kryptonite stones from long ago, but Selina also acquired a few more. In total, Ian has five Green kryptonite and three Red Kryptonites.

Energy is force integrated over distance. You can measure force, and you can measure distance. Energy is one-half mass times the square of velocity, but Ian knows it's not that easy to measure the Kryptonites.

He knows that what he has to do is to measure the amount of radiation it releases at any moment, and how much energy it loses at that same moment.

To do that, he first measured a specific Kryptonite's weight at a point in time and made a note of that. He waited for about an hour before measuring its weight again in a different environment.

It's important to note that the device he used to detect its weight is extremely accurate, and it can in theory measure the weight with an infinite amount of precise decimals. He of course only writes the number until they reach a set of numbers representing repeating decimals.

The results were surprising but not so at the same time, especially with the accuracy of the weight device, 'It's the same number. It was either a negligible number that ended up being represented as repeating decimals, or nothing changed.'

That didn't hinder him. If something like this can impede scientists, nothing would've been discovered. Verifications of such intricate things require thousands of tests.

He changed his methods to figure out how to make the Kryptonite release more radiation or lose more energy. So he decided to take a risky method that may distort the results. He used his staff to devour a very small portion of the green Kryptonite.

He then measured the weight again and finally noticed a difference. This time while letting the staff devour the Kryptonite, he used a certain device to detect how much energy is released per second, specifically, The Geiger-Mueller.

Due to all of that, he figured out several values. The amount of energy released per second. The amount of weight lost per second.

He used those to calculate how much energy each gram of Kryptonite contains.

He measured the weight of that specific Kryptonite again, converted the number into grams, and multiplied it by the number of the amount of energy in each gram.

The process was a bit complex and susceptible to errors and mistakes, so he repeated the process several times on different Kryptonites until he came up with a final result.

"At least the energy of Kryptonite can be measured in Joules not some unknown abstract energy, but what the fuck is with this number? Like... Fuck off!"

His annoyance was understandable. He really didn't expect to come upon such a ludicrous number, 'If the Green Kryptonite's radiation was harmful to humans then... A catastrophe. I guess it makes more sense for the Kryptonite to have such a disastrous effect on Superman.'

He eyed the number again, coming to a simple conclusion, I can not fill the staff vessels the way I'm trying to do it now. The angel's energy is countless times more bountiful than the magical one, but it should still be far... I guess I have to look for other alternatives.

Since this project of his was rendered useless due to the previous information, Ian turned his attention to the things he can do right now.

His steps led him to what could only be described as a unique work table. All it had on it was an expansive blueprint of sorts, and most interestingly, framed on a glass showcase were a pair of marvelous black wings.

Yet Ian ignored the wings and focused on the blueprint. He concentrated on finishing it, painting the few final touches to it before he can make use of Lucifer's blood.

A yawn left Ian's dry mouth as he walked out of the underground tier. "Been a while since I visited the Cat's rest huh? I'm thirsty anyway."

While he was at it, Ian instructed Ralf and Layla to meet up with him at a private table in the coffee.

Ian took a sip of delicious cold orange juice before questioning, "So basically we got nothing? Either our information network is subpar, or they're just that hard to find and track."

"I think it's a little bit of both. There is a limit to our information network, especially against a force such as them, and supernatural forces like the other target." Ralf calmly voiced his opinion before taking a sip of coffee.

"How about using more extreme methods?" Layla's words drove a chill down Ralf's spine. He thought he knew her, but some of her recent actions truly made him scared. He knows very well what those extreme methods may be.

"Nah, it's not worth it. I'm looking for the long-term benefits," Ian denied her proposal, "I think it comes down to us having very little influence in other cities."

"You mean?"

"The league of shadows is most likely out of the city by now... I didn't expect that." Ian couldn't help but frown. It was the best decision he could do at the time, but at least he figured out something.

"Someone definitely informed them because I think they were gonna take Deathstroke to our target, but they changed their minds midway." Ralf pointed out.

"Hm, yeah... We may not know where the Lazarus pit is, but we at least know the approximate location... Yet, we still can not find anything."

"Hah, we even used Ground penetrating radar (GPR), but we still found nothing. There must be something strange about the target."

"Just continue with the manual search, and we will expand The Roses of Salvation's funding, especially in other cities." Thus business started, mostly concentrating on the Roses' charity foundation.

"There is something else..." Layla spoke as calmly as ever, "Someone special just joined the Roses."

"Oh, who may that be?" That sparked curiosity in Ian's eyes. After all, this is Layla talking, someone special must really be extremely special.

"I saw value in her, someone who can replace me with a bit of training, but of course, I had to investigate her just to make sure... It turned out she was a psychiatrist in Arkham Asylum.

I dug even deeper and found out she was the Joker's doctor, and she became a bit of a lunatic while assessing him. Her real name is Harleen Frances Quinzel, but she refers to herself as Harley Quinn..."

"Oh??"