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"This is where Superman touched the magic box, Zatanna," Wonder Woman said.
She led the superheroes following her, standing at the exact spot where Connors had led Pandora to Superman. The ground was still scorched, smelling faintly of ozone and burnt earth.
"Yes, I can detect some residual aura," Zatanna said.
She closed her eyes tightly, and the scarlet magic on her fingertips beat like lightning, crackling softly in the damp air.
Aquaman, Deadman, Hawkman, and others stood aside. Fortunately, the members of the Justice League had seen Zatanna's abilities before and remained calm. But the superheroes of the Justice League of America looked curious. Most of them were physically superior metahumans; facing the esoteric arts of a magician, the group could only watch the excitement, unable to comprehend the mechanics of the spell.
"Can Pandora be traced based on the residual breath?" Wonder Woman asked, her hand resting on the hilt of her sword.
"I can." Zatanna nodded, confirming Wonder Woman's query. However, instead of immediately leading the crowd to Pandora, she floated into the air. "I have a personal matter to deal with. Wait for me for two minutes."
High above the clouds, the wind whipped around the black smoke cloak.
"Does this ring mean anything in particular? I think you always wear it."
"Atomica" peeked out from Connors's collar, looking curiously at the "J.S." ring on his right hand. The logo belonged neither to the Crime Syndicate nor to the Justice League or the Justice League of America.
"The ring I use to commemorate some guys. They were heroes," Connors responded casually, his voice lost to the wind.
The Black Smoke Cloak took him through the sky, guided by Amplified Spider-Sensing to Zatanna's location. Zatanna, who was with Wonder Woman and others below, had obviously discovered Connors's existence and predicted that he would be waiting. She flew up to the sky to meet him after making her excuse to the others.
"Two minutes is not enough, Magician," Connors said to Zatanna as she hovered in front of him. He stretched out his ringed hand. "I got the ring into Constantine's House of Mystery. Can you help me remove the magic mark inside?"
Zatanna put Connors's right hand in her palm, feeling the cold metal of the ring. "I am a great magician, and this matter is difficult for me. But you must always be careful that Constantine finds you and steals back the House of Mystery and the ring."
She stepped closer in the air, her eyes flashing with a mix of mischief and desire. "Also, I'm not helping you for nothing. Your skills are great. I can't forget them after trying them once."
Connors: "…"
When he first met the Earth-0 Zatanna, this woman was still in the Justice League Dark and was unwilling to join the main Justice League. But his Driving Master skills had succeeded in conquering Zatanna, allowing the sorceress to promise to join the Justice League while she was in a state of ecstasy.
But as Connors continued to attack the other heroes non-stop, he hadn't slept with Zatanna again. So Zatanna, now in exchange, would help Connors remove the magic imprint of the House of Mystery, but Connors had to perform again.
"Atomica" hidden in his collar desperately covered her mouth to prevent herself from laughing, and quickly slid down the gap in his clothes to hide deeper.
"Heh heh~" Atomica snickered, pressing her body against him; she was only the size of a normal human little finger at this time.
In Zatanna's eyes, after she finished speaking, the magician seemed to wonder whether Connors had premeditated this entire interaction. But Connors's next move dispelled Zatanna's speculation. He looked at her seriously.
"No, there's not enough time."
"Have you forgotten that I am a great magician?" When Zatanna heard this, she chuckled, a throaty sound. "I can make the time in the House of Mystery out of sync with the outside."
"In the House of Mystery, you can do it for as long as you want."
As she spoke, she drew a glowing Möbius strip with her hand above the ring. "!laes eht evomeR !potS"
Having removed the magical imprint from the foundation of the House of Mystery and added the magic that stopped time relative to the outside world, she said to Connors, "This cabin can change shape according to your heart. Whether inside or outside, you can freely enter and exit it, but you must reveal the House of Mystery first."
"Can you change the shape… into a thoughtful and gentle hot girl with long legs and black silk?" Connors asked dryly.
Zatanna rolled her eyes but nodded. "It can."
Connors: "…" The development potential of this thing is quite high.
Connors revealed the House of Mystery, turning it into a pavilion suspended in the sky, hidden within the cloud layer. Reaching out and making a "please" gesture, inviting Zatanna inside, Connors followed behind and closed the door.
The decoration in the house changed from the chaotic, cluttered magical archive to a luxurious, modern penthouse suite according to his wishes. The bedroom was spacious, featuring a massive, soft mattress, stable suspension points, and various other amenities.
"After the magic mark of the House of Mystery is erased, it fundamentally belongs to a brand new magic prop—"
After Zatanna entered the House of Mystery, she did not rush straight to the theme. Although she had just been bold outside, she became a little reserved when the moment arrived.
But before she finished speaking, her whole body was thrown onto the bed by Connors.
"Stop talking."
Zatanna was pushed down unexpectedly, the soft mattress rising to meet her. At this time, she abandoned her reserve and just wanted to get to the point as soon as possible.
"Atomica" Rhonda Pineda lay on Connors's shoulder, hiding in the folds of his discarded coat nearby, with her face in her hands, watching with wide eyes.
"Learned new words again!"
Metropolis Prison.
Lex Luthor sat in a chair in an orange prison uniform, flanked by four or five high-priced lawyers hired to defend him. The fluorescent lights buzzed overhead, casting a sterile white glow on his bald head.
"…Charges of fraud and treason will also be dropped, and we can get you out of here as soon as tonight," one lawyer droned on.
Lex Luthor paid no attention to the words of the defense attorney. He simply read carefully through a stack of newspapers in his hands. He sat with a leisurely look, legs crossed, as if this was his CEO's chair instead of a hard stool in a prison interrogation room.
"Mr. Luthor, we're talking about finally getting you out of here and freeing yourself. You're going back to LexCorp."
"Return to power, and you will have your life again."
Lex Luthor still ignored the lawyers, his eyes scanning the columns of text.
Finally, one of the female lawyers couldn't help but speak up, exasperated. "What on earth is more important in the paper than you leaving here?"
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