Shout That Name--

"Finally found him..."

In the lonely fortress, Old Shazam sat silently like a statue. Then, as if he had sensed something, he suddenly raised his head. The face hidden beneath his thick, disheveled white hair moved without wind, revealing eyes beneath his bangs that seemed to have seen through all the vicissitudes of life—calm and wise.

Yet for some reason, Old Shazam's eyes were clearly brimming with tears as he looked up.

Damn it, a successor who met his standards had finally appeared.

How many years had it been before he finally found someone suitable?

"This is the successor I found, and I only found him through luck. Donnie originally promised to help me find a successor, but then he disappeared again. He clearly forgot this old man."

Old Shazam muttered resentfully.

New Gods were liars. He had made promises several times and never fulfilled any of them. Of course, Old Shazam would never admit that he wanted to find a reliable successor through his own efforts.

It had dragged on until now, until Billy Batson appeared.

"Billy Batson!"

Billy, half-asleep on the subway, was suddenly startled awake by a voice that seemed to come from an unimaginably distant place. He raised his head, rubbed his eyes, and looked around in confusion. His muscles instinctively tensed, and he clenched his fists.

As a boy who was half in foster care and half living on the streets, he had fought all kinds of people. His sense of self-preservation was extremely strong.

"Who's talking?"

Billy warily scanned his surroundings.

"Billy Batson!" The voice sounded again. "I have chosen you."

The door across from Billy suddenly opened. The electronic display above the carriage door abruptly blurred, and countless ancient cuneiform characters appeared on it.

A chilling gust blew in, leaving Billy stunned.

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