"Eek!"
Perhaps realizing that something she really wanted had been taken away by her brother, Rachel let out an "ee-ee-yah-yah" sound of displeasure and reached out her hand towards Eric.
Her large eyes were filled with longing.
"Are you already interested in things like this?"
Holding the book in one hand, he picked up Rachel with the other.
Carrying Rachel, Eric placed the two books where her small hands couldn't reach them.
"But these are not things you can be exposed to right now."
Eric slowly retrieved the books on cthulhu and Black Magic, pinching her nose, "Although the future you will be the Daughter of Darkness, these dark entities are still quite far from you right now."
Eric shook his head, placing the two books on the top shelf of the bookcase, out of Rachel's reach.
"Eh?"
Unable to reach the highly appealing items, Rachel's small face showed a puzzled expression as she looked at her brother holding her.
Then, her small mouth drooped, and she immediately used her best trick on Eric—a wailing cry!
"Waaah, waaah" sounds echoed in the room, mixing with the wind and rain of the night, immediately giving Eric a massive headache.
Although he usually appeared indifferent to everything, even unusually cold.
Whether dealing with powerful enemies or various troubles, he never hesitated.
But facing his sister, Eric was somewhat at a loss.
After coaxing her for a while, he found that little Rachel's crying not only showed no signs of lessening but grew louder.
Eric immediately retracted his previous assessment of Rachel as being well-behaved and not crying.
Not only could she cry, but when she cried, she was louder than any other baby.
After coaxing her for a while, seeing that he couldn't soothe her, Eric had no choice but to go downstairs and get the baby bottle filled with milk powder.
He tried to put the bottle into little Rachel's mouth, hoping to make her stop crying loudly.
But little Rachel, with the pacifier in her mouth, not only showed no intention of quieting down, but her cries grew even louder, even surpassing the sound of the rain outside.
After being disturbed by the crying for a while, Eric sighed, took the two books from the shelf, and placed them in front of her.
He wanted to see what this little one could do with a magic book.
Upon touching the books Eric handed her, Rachel immediately stopped crying and looked eagerly at the books Eric showed her.
After her dark eyes darted around, she chose the illustrated cthulhu picture book drawn by Eric from between the two books.
Her small hands grasped the book, which was unusually heavy for her, and with great effort, she opened the first page.
The first page of the illustrated book depicted a mermaid half-crouching on a rock by the sea.
It had a terrifying appearance, with cracked skin and slimy, horrifying flesh, giving a strong sense of discomfort at first glance.
But this terrifying mermaid did not scare little Rachel.
Curiously looking at the mermaid in the illustration, little Rachel widened her eyes.
She seemed to be trying to figure out why the creature in front of her looked like that.
After observing for a while, she turned to the second page.
The second page depicted a monster sleeping underwater.
Its terrifying size and scale-covered wings were drawn in a viscous, gloomy background filled with green moss, and the bottom right corner of the painting also had the words "Atlantis Casonra" written on it.
Little Rachel leaned in with great interest, lightly drawing something on the paper with her finger.
She seemed to really like Eric's cthulhu-themed drawings.
She seemed able to appreciate and immerse herself in the world Eric described.
Eric watched her constantly scribbling on the paper, thought for a moment, and took out his favorite "Crayola" crayons from the drawer, handing them to little Rachel.
The crayons, which he originally thought would become historical dust, now became something to be passed down.
Holding the crayons in her hand, Rachel instinctively learned how to hold them.
She lightly held the crayon and scribbled on the paper.
Little Rachel was fully focused, scribbling on the paper, and soon, with just a few strokes, she drew what she wanted to express.
Eric watched Rachel's doodles and realized that she might not be just scribbling randomly.
Instead, she was outlining little figures with her tender strokes.
Although very naive and simple, Eric could still discern the human characteristics Rachel was depicting.
The only difference between the little figures and humans was that the figures Rachel drew with crayons had no facial features.
And she used crayons of various different colors to doodle figures of different colors.
The entire drawing was filled with these faceless figures.
Watching the drawing Rachel created, a hint of surprise flashed in Eric's eyes.
His sister seemed to possess extraordinary drawing talent?!
Perhaps she could become a very remarkable artist in the future.
Speaking of which,
What was Raven's profession in the original DC world?
While watching Rachel doodle, Eric fell into contemplation.
After doodling the faceless figures on the paper, Rachel then used a black crayon to depict various human figures covered in shadows.
The black figures, as if covered by constantly rolling black mist, continuously radiated intense blackness.
Although the brushstrokes were naive, the ominous figures depicted gave an abnormally evil feeling just by looking at them.
Watching the figures covered in dark black drawn by Rachel, Eric fell into deep thought.
It seemed Rachel wasn't just scribbling randomly, but depicting entities from her own perception.
Reaching out, Eric caressed little Rachel's hair, and his gaze became a little more serious.
Perhaps feeling a bit tired, little Rachel put down the crayons, stopped drawing on the paper, turned her head to look at Eric, and reached out her hand, hoping her brother would hold her.
Seeing his sister's plea for a hug, Eric did not refuse, reaching out to pick up Rachel.
He gently pinched her fair cheek.
With a doting expression in his eyes, Eric pinched her cheek and said, "I'm sure now, Rachel, if I become a full-time writer in the future, then you will be my exclusive illustrator."
Perhaps hearing that she would become Eric's exclusive artist, Rachel's eyes showed excitement, and she held Eric's outstretched hand, gently bringing it towards her mouth.
She liked to hold Eric's fingers in her mouth.
Although she wouldn't bite his fingers like she would swallow various foreign objects, she liked to suck on them.
While holding Eric's finger in her mouth, her eyes darted around as she looked at Eric, seemingly expressing her joyful mood to him.
Allowing Rachel to hold his finger, Eric placed the cthulhu illustration book on the top shelf.
Holding the somewhat tired Rachel, he turned around to rest.
Unbeknownst to him, a faint black line formed between him and Rachel.
Although Rachel was an infant, the vast magical power she now possessed already surpassed most mages of the current era.
By contacting the artworks constructed by Eric's spiritual world, Rachel, with her vast and immense spiritual power, had already connected with Eric's broad consciousness world.
Previously, she had absorbed Eric's negative emotions and glimpsed his memories, and now she had come into contact with the unnamable and terrifying emotional world Eric constructed through his brushstrokes, her soul already infinitely attuned to Eric.
A thread of connection had even been established between their souls.
Although an inseparable soul connection was established, this connection was not intentionally forged, but rather unintentionally established by Rachel with Eric.
Eric, completely unaware of this at the moment, quickly fell asleep after settling Rachel on the bed.
Meanwhile, at the medical center.
Martha was in the hospital room with her husband.
Due to being too tired during the day, coupled with excessive worry about her husband's condition, her spirit was damaged, causing her to fall asleep with her head on her husband's arm.
Knock, knock, knock!
The hospital room door suddenly knocked.
Martha immediately woke up from her sleep, thinking it was a doctor or nurse, and immediately stood up.
After tidying her hair, she quickly walked to the door and opened it.
She found that it was not a doctor or nurse standing outside, but someone she had absolutely not expected!
"I apologize for disturbing you so late, Mrs. Kent."
Lex's father—Lionel, smiled at Martha.
"Mr. Lionel?!"
Martha showed a surprised expression, "You are here for?"
"I had originally planned to come and talk to you before nightfall, but I apologize, I encountered some problems on the way."
Lionel stated that he had encountered some trouble on the way.
"Can we go out and talk?"
After a moment of silence between them, Lionel actively broke the slightly awkward atmosphere.
"Okay."
Martha quickly composed herself and followed Lionel into the corridor.
Martha did not harbor the same aversion towards the Luthor family as her husband did.
Especially towards Lex, she had a good impression.
"Speaking of which, I should apologize to you. If Lex hadn't been running for State Councilor and had taken such an aggressive political stance towards Mr. Jonathan, I don't think Jonathan would have had a heart attack."
Lionel immediately apologized to Martha.
"No, this has nothing to do with Lex. Jonathan has been overworked for days; this is a condition caused by himself, and we will not pass the responsibility to others."
Martha said to Lionel, "Mr. Lionel, if you are here to apologize, then I think there's no need. Jonathan participating in the election was a decision we made together."
"I know, Lex is my son, but sometimes we have some disagreements! Like this—"
Lionel took out an envelope from his pocket and handed it to Martha.
"What is this?"
A surprised Martha took the envelope and asked him.
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