Old Wizard, Do You Want an Heir?

"How... did you get in here?"

The old wizard Shazam had originally been slumped listlessly against his stone chair.

But at that moment, his eyes suddenly widened, like a corpse in a coffin waking up after the mortician had finished applying its makeup.

He instinctively looked around.

The familiar stone chair and massive rock told him that he had not sleepwalked out into the outside world.

But where had this person come from?

For the past several centuries, no one besides the children he had personally guided to the Rock of Eternity had ever been able to enter this place.

In modern terms, this was his secret base.

Yet this person had no key, no intelligence, and had simply swaggered right in.

"I'm Leon Stark, and I'm also a mage."

When traveling, one's identity was whatever one said it was.

When meeting Clark, Leon could be an Earthling with a Kryptonian Bloodline.

When meeting the wizard Shazam, he was naturally an authentic mage.

Leon drew a circle in the air with his right hand, casting Kamar-Taj's classic portal spell.

"See? That's how I got in."

Leon explained, "There's a magical node in Philadelphia that can open an entrance to the Rock of Eternity. I tried it with a secret technique, and I got in."

Leon made it sound as natural as if he had discovered a door, happened to have a master key in hand, and had simply opened it to pay a visit.

But barging in without even knocking—what kind of overly familiar mage was this?!

Shazam roared inwardly.

No, how could the Rock of Eternity possibly be entered directly with a mere teleportation spell?!

Because Leon had acted so naturally, as though he were visiting a neighbor.

Shazam had been led astray at first.

Only after his mind