Schiller had not expected that on the first day of the new term at the magic academy, his school hospital would receive its first patient—Owlman, suffering from hypoglycemia.
When Hippopotamus Goddess carried Owlman over, Schiller stood dumbfounded in the doorway, watching her haul him inside.
"Wait, what's going on? Batman has hypoglycemia?"
Schiller felt this news could absolutely rank among the universe's strangest stories of the year. It might even contend for first place. He truly could not understand how Batman could possibly have hypoglycemia.
Just then, a figure sneakily followed Hippopotamus Goddess over. Lucifer pulled Schiller into the office, shut the door, and only then gave an embarrassed smile. "This is my fault."
"What exactly happened?" Schiller could not help asking.
"Have you forgotten how they got here? They didn't come through Battleworld. I drove the universe and brought them to the outside of the Origin Wall on your side, then they entered the Multiverse and passed through the barrier into the Single Universe."
"Yes, but what does that have to do with his hypoglycemia?"
"Because passing through so many universal barriers involved extremely complicated information conversion, I told them to fast before coming."
"Huh?"
"How should I put it? They needed to empty out as much energy from their bodies as possible. Gods had to disperse all their divine power, while humans had to remain in as low-energy a state as possible. That made information conversion easier."
"So they didn't eat before coming?"
"No, and they may have been hungry for two or three days. You know what Batmen are like. As long as I told them something, they would actively reduce the risk as much as possible to prevent any accidents."
"Then why was he the only one with hypoglycemia?"
"You're a doctor. Don't you know?"
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