Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics Chapter 6066 - 5082: Fate of the Fighter (28)

"Hello, Pamela Isley, from the universe of Nameless Bat."

Pamela smiled and shook hands with Green Lantern Hal.

"I’ve heard of you all," Hal said. "We might really need your help this time. The batch of flowers we previously purchased has some issues. They’re not fresh enough, and many of them have died. Although we want to repurchase, it’s hard to find a good supplier right now. If you can help us get more flowers, that would be great."

"No problem," Pamela nodded and said, "Back in our universe, I used to sell flowers in the shops of the inner world, so I have some experience in this. Take me to see the flowers first."

Hal took Pamela to the warehouse, a temporary storage facility built near the church to hold various props for decoration. The most prominent were the heap of flowers, mostly planted in soil, but their state didn’t look too good.

A glimmer flashed in Pamela’s eyes, then she shook her head and said, "You watered at the wrong time, and many flower roots were scorched. Also, after the original fertilizer’s nutrients were depleted, you didn’t replenish it in time, so the plants appear a bit sluggish."

"What should we do?" Hal asked.

"There are two ways," Pamela said. "The slower method is to gradually adjust using ordinary means. First, repair the roots, and then replenish the soil, which should take about half a month to adjust."

"That won’t do; it’s too slow," Hal said, a bit troubled. "If it takes half a month, what about the wedding? We can’t use these not-fresh flowers for the wedding, can we?"

"Then we’ll have to use some supernatural means," Pamela said, picking up a pot of flowers. Right before Hal’s shocked eyes, the previously wilting buds immediately perked up, and the leaves turned lush green.

"That’s amazing!" Hal exclaimed. "Can you revive all of them?"

"It’s just temporary," Pamela sighed and said. "If I forcefully use The Green’s power to invigorate them, it would consume too much energy. However, I can use this power to create a special fertilizer that will release energy gradually, allowing most flowers to recover within one or two days."

"That’s great." Hal breathed a sigh of relief and asked, "But the quantity is still not enough. Can they reproduce?"

Pamela examined the warehouse and asked, "Does it have to be these specific species?"

Hal thought for a while and said, "It’s the list of flowers Thomas Wayne gave me; it seems they’re used from his era. I’m not sure if there’s anything particularly special about them, like needing to be blessed by God?"

"I don’t think so," Pamela said. "It seems they just need to be uniform in color and pretty in species. In that case, I can change other types of flowers to this color, and it should be enough."

Hal nodded and said, "To be safe, I’ll still ask Thomas. If possible, I’ll buy some additional flowers from nearby shops."

"Find me a laboratory," Pamela said. "The fertilizer needs to be formulated through experiments. The best place would be a well-equipped chemical lab."

Hal furrowed his brow and said, "I don’t have access, but I’ll ask the people in the strategic logistics department for you."

Hal went out to make a call, while Pamela caressed the pot of flowers in her hand—a beautiful blue chrysanthemum—that transformed from its previously dying, weak state to exceptionally vibrant and flourishing.

After a short while, Hal returned and said, "Currently, the most complete and safe chemical laboratory in Forward York City is at Stark Tower. Let me take you to the Rebirth Alliance Headquarters."

"Shouldn’t we go to Stark Tower? Why go to the headquarters?"

"Stark Tower is right at the headquarters."

In front of Stark Tower, Pamela looked up at the top of the building with "Stark" written boldly, carrying the pot of flowers inside. Upon arriving upstairs, she bumped into Iron Man.

"This is Miss Isley that I mentioned," Hal clearly wasn’t too fond of dealing with Iron Man. He gave a quick introduction and left.

"So you’re the one who wants to use my lab?" Iron Man looked Pamela up and down. Pamela didn’t appear old despite possessing The Green’s power; she looked just slightly more mature than her college days, akin to someone who’d just started working as a young professional.

Wearing a sports outfit today, her hair was casually pulled back, with black-framed glasses that gave no hint of a scientist’s vibe. Iron Man’s gaze was slightly skeptical.

Truth be told, Iron Man didn’t want to lend his lab to anyone, but he was under someone else’s roof now and had to bend a little. With Stark Tower moved to their headquarters, refusing lab access seemed a bit too much.

Moreover, previously everyone came at him, and it did freak him out some. Pretending to be crazy and backing out of the Rebirth Alliance—looking back now, the official position was actually better. If he were still minister of the strategic logistics department, Stark Tower getting attacked, it would require the entire Rebirth Alliance’s mobilization. The level of importance would differ.

So now Iron Man held onto some desire for the minister position. Unfortunately, Peter Parker is the current minister. Iron Man was in a position where he couldn’t forcibly take over from him. Lending his lab might earn him some goodwill.

He lent the lab but was still somewhat unwilling, especially when seeing the user was such a university student. Iron Man was a little worried she’d mess up the experiment and blow up his lab.

Back in the day, Bruce’s Batcave in this universe didn’t even have a grounding wire. If he hadn’t hit the brakes fast, he would’ve been electrocuted and flipped onto his back. College students are the most destructive species in the world; if they’re not watched closely, they could blow up the Stark Building easily. If they also blew up the Recovery Alliance Headquarters, they could pretty much bid farewell to Earth.

Pamela walked into the lab with Iron Man trailing her closely, afraid that if he blinked she might poke a hole in the sky. Once in the lab, Pamela placed the pot of flowers on the experiment table, and Iron Man gasped.

"Be careful, the soil is flying out!" Iron Man complained a bit. Although he’s made quite a few contributions in biology, his expertise is specialized, and he’s not very knowledgeable about botany. He’s never tampered with plants either.

Pamela couldn’t be bothered with him. She agreed to help this time to make a name for herself in the Multiverse, hoping it would bring in more gigs. It’s not that she loves work; it’s just that her cosmos doesn’t have many real-life scenarios, making it hard to promote many experiments requiring practical data. So, she has to find clients in the Multiverse.

Iron Man was a bit upset when Pamela didn’t respond. He hurried forward in a few quick steps and reached out to take the chrysanthemum pot. It wasn’t that he wanted to cause trouble; he just wanted to bring it near the sink to clean the soil off the experiment table.

But before his hand could touch the flowerpot, there was a "whack," and his hand got slapped, leaving a red mark.

"Ow!" Iron Man yelped miserably, quickly retracting his hand.

He looked at his hand in bewilderment; everything happened so quickly he hadn’t figured out what hit him. He glanced at the flowerpot; the chrysanthemum was just sitting there, quietly blooming.

Unbelieving, Iron Man reached out again, and this time he saw it; the largest chrysanthemum tilted its head and gave him a whack. If he hadn’t dodged quickly this time, the skin might have broken. Despite the fragile appearance of this little herbaceous flower’s stem, its slap packed quite a punch; you could hear the wind-breaking sound.

Iron Man was shocked and curious. "This thing can hit people?"

He looked around, went to the utility room nearby, and grabbed a broom, taking off its head to leave just the broomstick. From a distance, he used the broomstick to poke the chrysanthemum flower. There was a "clunk," and the stick got slapped away.

Iron Man grinned painfully; not only could this thing hit people, it packed quite a wallop. If its body weren’t so small, it’d be like a whip, leaving you sore for days if it hit you.

How on earth is this done? Iron Man stared at the chrysanthemum pot, thinking. He had actually wondered whether the Extremis Virus could be used on plants. Everyone knows how important plants are to humans; mastering plants means mastering Earth, and Iron Man naturally wanted to give it a try.

But the problem is, animals and plants can’t be lumped together; they’re entirely different systems. Achieving excellence in zoology doesn’t mean you can achieve in botany. Iron Man studied for a long time but didn’t figure it out, so he gave up.

Watching Pamela skillfully concocting, Iron Man tentatively asked, "What did you add to this thing?"

"What?" Pamela asked.

"I mean, how did you make the plant move?"

Pamela turned to look at him, extended a hand, and lightly curled her finger towards the chrysanthemum. The flower immediately began to sway, as if it had come to life.

Iron Man widened his eyes: "How is this possible?"

"Magic," Pamela said somewhat helplessly, "I’m a magician."

Iron Man was a bit speechless but soon had a query: "Since you’re a magician, why bother with fertilizer at all? Why not just use magic to control the flowers’ growth?"

"Then let me ask you, doesn’t magic require energy?"

"Uh, where does your energy come from then?"

"My master is known as The Green," Pamela said as she continued preparing, "You can understand it as all the plants in the Multiverse being under his guardianship. He grants me magic energy, and I protect the plants across the cosmos for him."

"Oh, he’s quite stingy," Iron Man said, "Doesn’t give you much energy, still makes you rely on scientific means."

"Are you dumb?" Pamela bluntly said, "Should I use all he gives me? The less energy I spend on work, the more I have for myself, right?"

Iron Man’s expression went blank for a moment; his knowledge of magicians mostly came from Doctor Strange, but Doctor Strange’s magic didn’t differentiate public from private use. Could it be different in the neighboring cosmos?

"He’s not giving me power for free," Pamela explained, "I not only have to protect plants but also work to enhance their status, which requires energy. In theory, all the energy he gives should be used for that."

"Besides that, what personal activities do you have?" Iron Man genuinely didn’t know.

"There’s plenty," Pamela replied without lifting her head, "but that’s none of your business. If you’ve got nothing going on, head out, don’t interrupt my experiments."