American Comics: Trading Tom Cat

"Please sit down!"

Gu Yi looked Locke up and down with a strange look in her eyes, as if she were looking at some strange being she had never seen before.

"You are special."

"I never even noticed how special you were before." It sounded like a mix of surprise and admiration.

She hadn't noticed it before, but now that she had, it was too late. With that thought, Gu Yi glanced at the well-behaved Tom beside her, a barely perceptible hint of apprehension flashing in her eyes.

“That’s not surprising. I’ve never touched anything I shouldn’t have, because it’s insignificant and therefore doesn’t catch the eye of the Sorcerer Supreme.”

Gu Yi nodded knowingly. She only cared about the overall situation of the Earth. As long as some important nodes that affect the future are not touched and the fate of humanity is not affected, she really wouldn't pay attention.

He sat down opposite Locke and watched with interest as Locke skillfully brewed tea.

"You seem to know me very well, and you seem to know the world very well."

"Perhaps they know even more than the monk does~"

"Is that so? That's quite interesting." Gu Yi nodded calmly.

"What? Doesn't the Master want to know where I learned this from, and how much I actually know?"

“I’m not that curious,” Gu Yi said, shaking her head.

"That's a real shame. I was planning to make some deals with the mage."

“The sorcerer should understand that I have no ill will toward Kamar-Taj, and I also abide by the rules.”

"Your order is not very just."

"An unjust order is still an order, isn't it?"

The Ancient One fell silent. She didn't really care whether Earth was in a just or dark order. As long as it wasn't in chaotic disorder, it was outside her reach.

At this moment, Locke finally finished brewing the tea. After a few cups of tea, he deduced a square formation and gently pushed one of the cups towards the Ancient One.

"Master, please~"

Gu Yi's gaze fell upon the tea: "Welcome tea."

As a Sorcerer Supreme who has lived for two hundred years and has a particular fondness for tea, the Ancient One naturally understands the art of tea.

Locke waved his hand again: "Please~"

A second later, Gu Yi sighed, elegantly picked up her teacup, and drank it all in one gulp.

Seeing this, Locke smiled.

Having drunk the welcoming tea, the Ancient One was no longer prepared to be an enemy. She yielded and accepted Locke's less-than-just future order.

“Next time, we can have tea together at Kamar-Taj.” As she spoke, a portal opened out of thin air behind her, and the Ancient One stood up.

"Master, I have a question that I'm quite curious about. I wonder if you could answer it?"

The Ancient One didn't turn around: "Twelve million times, I've observed the future twelve million times."

"Then, what was the result?"

“I killed you eight million times, and you were resurrected eight million times, and then you killed me seven million times. In addition, the Triune Vishanti fell seven times.”

Locke's expression shifted; he hadn't expected the Triune Vishanti to make a move.

"What about the rest?"

Gu Yi suddenly looked strange, and the corner of her mouth twitched inexplicably.

Without answering, he stepped into the portal and vanished without a trace.

Chapter Sixteen: Damn it, is this still a cat?

Looking in the direction the Ancient One had left, Locke's lips curled into a playful smile.

"It seems that the future is more interesting than I imagined."

Otherwise, the Ancient One wouldn't have spoken so openly about her own death, yet refused to answer any questions that followed.

He casually patted Tom's head and stood up.

"Tom, get used to the new environment first. I'll need you to help me with some things later."

Tom grinned and patted his chest. The magical stone slab mysteriously reappeared in his hand, and he wrote lines of text with a few quick strokes.

No need to rest. Just tell me what's wrong, Tom will definitely not let you down.

"That's fine, you're the type who can't stand being alone."

Locke led Tom out of the room, and soon they arrived at another sealed room. Using the highest level of access in the base, they opened the room. The door slowly opened, and the first thing they saw was a row of white reagents, which were the enhancement drugs that Tom had created.

"Tom, these things look familiar, don't they?"

Tom nodded immediately, picked up one, and sniffed it.

Yes, I made it myself!

"Tom, the potions you created are very powerful. Could you further enhance them and make them permanent?"

The effects of these enhancement drugs are undeniable; anyone who takes them can display second-rate destructive power on the ground and possess the combat strength to rival a fully armed squad on their own.

Unfortunately, it was only a temporary enhancement.

Upon hearing this, Tom scratched his head, nodded, and then shook his head.

The mysterious stone tablet reappeared in his hand in an instant.

Tom can't do it right now, but he can study it carefully.

Locke nodded. This answer was enough. As long as Tom didn't believe the success rate was zero, Tom would succeed sooner or later.

"Since it takes time, Tom, you can take your time. I can provide any materials you need. Also, you can tell me anything you want during the research process."

Tom was overjoyed and patted his chest.

Leave it all to Tom!

“Very good, this can be studied slowly, there’s no rush. I have something else I need your help with, Tom.” With that, Locke led Tom to the second room, where Wanda was fast asleep.

"Tom, can you tell me if there's any way to save this little girl?"

Tom was immediately troubled; it was just a poor little kitten and didn't know much about medicine.

A warm, large hand landed on Tom's head at just the right moment.

"Tom, I know you're the best cat. You're much smarter than the average cat. I think you won't let me down, right?"

Tom, who had always been treated violently by his previous overweight, dark-skinned mistress and was frequently beaten and verbally abused, had never experienced such treatment before.

Instantly, a surge of heat rushed to its head, and the cat's blood boiled instantly, its eyes becoming sharp.

"Snapped!"

Tom, full of excitement, rolled his legs into wheels and crashed headfirst into the transparent glass, turning into a puff of fluffy cat pancake, slowly sliding down the floor.

"Pfft!" Suddenly, an uncontrollable laugh came from behind.

Turning around, I saw the White Queen, who had appeared out of nowhere, laughing so hard she was shaking. The White Queen had a top-notch figure, and her laughter was incredibly alluring.

Under Locke's gaze, the White Queen coughed lightly, feeling a little embarrassed.

"Where did you find this cat? It's very interesting."

Locke shook his head: "Tom is more than just funny."

"Oh, is there anything else special about it?"

"Tom is the smartest cat, and also the strongest cat in the world!"

The strongest cat?

A hint of doubt appeared in the White Queen's eyes.

No matter how strong a cat is, even a lynx or a caracal is nothing to humans. But after Locke's serious introduction, the White Queen had a feeling that the cat in front of her was probably quite extraordinary.

"Come on, Tom, this is Emma. Say hello to Emma."

"Can cats understand human language?" the White Queen wondered.

The next moment, Tom, who had already knocked himself into a heap, suddenly poked his head out. Then, under the White Queen's bewildered gaze, he turned his head 180 degrees, revealing a silly Tom grin, and greeted the White Queen.

? ? ? ?

The White Queen's beautiful blue eyes widened considerably.

"Smack!" A slap landed on Tom's head.

"I told you to say hello, not to make that creepy move."

Tom immediately looked aggrieved, twisted his body 180 degrees, and 'changed' to face the White Queen, and greeted her again.

White Queen:? ? ! ! ! !

Something's wrong, this cat is weird, very weird!

"That's more like it." She gently rubbed Tom's head.

"Alright, let's go study that girl inside."

Tom nodded quickly, circled around and found the door. The door was closed, but Tom didn't care. He casually slapped himself flat and squeezed through the crack in the door. Then he tugged at himself and pulled himself back to his original position.

Seeing this, the White Queen, who had been maintaining her elegant demeanor, could no longer contain herself.

"damn it!"

"This is still a cat?!"

Locke shrugged. "Honey, if this isn't a cat, is it a dog?"

White Queen:? ? ? ?

Am I asking if this is a cat or a dog? Don't you think this weird cat-like thing is a bit too outrageous?!

Chapter Seventeen: Forget science fiction, let's play with fantasy!

A few days passed in the blink of an eye. Locke, dressed in black, sat on a magnificent chair, exuding a faint sense of majesty.

Below, Tom grinned and pushed a box of potions in front of Locke.

Locke frowned slightly as he looked at the enhancement potion below.

The enhancement potion looked similar to the previous one, but it had actually undergone a major update and revision. There were now three versions, but it still couldn't satisfy Locke.

The most basic version is the ten-minute version.

The second version is the 30-minute version.

And now, the final version, the one-hour version.

A single-use enhancement drug that can take effect for an hour is an absolutely incredible achievement. But the problem is, unless it becomes permanent, the effect of a longer duration is meaningless. If the duration is short, you can just use more doses.

The problem now is that Tom seems to be caught in a cognitive paralysis.

In Tom's mind at this point, "permanent" meant infinitely extending time. If given a few more years, it was still possible for Tom to create a potion with a duration approaching infinity.

The problem is that no matter how long it lasts, it can't really be considered a permanent potion, because it's ultimately not one's own power.

Locke rubbed his temples; such fundamental beliefs are difficult to change.

Tom can't just do whatever Locke says. You need to make Tom understand what it is and make him feel that he can do it. Right now, Tom's understanding of the enhancement drug has become completely ingrained.

"Is the drug enhancement project going to be halted?"

As time went on, Tom, who had been waiting for praise, seemed to sense Locke's dissatisfaction, and his face immediately turned dejected.

Noticing Tom's change in mood, Locke reached out and gently patted Tom's head.

"Tom, you've done a great job."

"But that's not enough, Tom. You usually like Miss Emma a lot, but her real body is still imprisoned and needs to be rescued. That's far from enough."

Upon hearing Locke's explanation, Tom immediately became worried and scratched his head vigorously. Suddenly, as if he had thought of something, Tom reached behind him and pulled out something as if he had a four-dimensional pocket.

Locke glanced at it and saw that it was a green potion, unlike any other enhancement drug.

"Tom, what is this?" Locke asked curiously.