The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 1191

Ban 23, now a car, carried Damian and the bundle. Following the address they had learned from Splinter, the two arrived at their destination without any obstacles.

This is the place where Damian participated in the preliminary rounds, the place where he fought those skinny guards.

The two had barely stopped when they saw Yang Le and the others waiting for them at the edge of the woods.

When Damian and his companion saw them, Yang Le also saw them and waved to signal them to hurry up.

"Stop rushing me," Ban 23 said irritably, clutching the package. "I've already tried my best to go as fast as I can. I've lost quite a few parts along the way."

“I’m not trying to rush you.” Yang Le waved his hand. “It was Splinter who said that the opening of the daily time portal has a time limit. If you two dawdle any longer, we’ll have to wait until tomorrow.”

"Really?" Class 23 only believed half of it, and only fully believed Yang Le's words after seeing Springer nod.

“It’s true.” Springer nodded. “The Supreme Name has set up a portal in every universe he’s visited, so that participants can easily register for the competition each year.”

"However, in order to prevent anyone from taking advantage of the situation and using these portals to attack Daming City, each portal has a time limit. It is usually closed temporarily in the afternoon and can only be used again the next morning."

"Of course, this time is calculated according to the time of Daming City."

Class 23 glanced at the time and realized it was almost noon, so he quickly urged them on.

"Then what are we waiting for? Let's hurry home."

“There’s one more thing before that,” Splinter said, holding up a finger. “Ben, I can only open portals to my own universe. Did the Supreme Name tell you how to open them?”

Mr. Ban 23 paused for a moment, then scratched his head and replied in an awkward tone.

"I think... he did mention it, right? I remember he had someone demonstrate some gestures or something, but I was still angry because of that arrogant ninja at the time, so I didn't pay much attention."

Splinter smiled and shook his head: "Let me demonstrate it for you, and you must remember it this time."

Class 23 asked, puzzled, "Is it really necessary to go through all this trouble? Couldn't you just open the door for me?"

"The purpose of this gesture is to open a portal to the user's universe. The portal I open can only lead to my own universe. If you want to open portals freely, you can only rely on the staff of the Supreme Name."

Splinter coughed lightly, signaling Class 23 to focus. Once he was sure the latter was staring at him, he began rapidly changing hand gestures in front of the empty space, as if forming a hand seal.

As Splinter paused, a ball of blue energy slowly rose from the ground, eventually transforming into a doorway as tall as a person.

"Did you write it down, Ben?" Splinter turned around and found Ben holding a camera and pointing it at him.

"Looks like I don't need to worry anymore. Well then, let's meet again someday."

Splinter chuckled and shook his head, then stepped into the portal first. Cassandra waved goodbye to Ban 23 and followed closely behind. When it was Yang Le and Damian's turn, they both stopped at the same time.

"I won't disturb you two saying goodbye." Yang Le understood Damian's meaning and decided to give the two little ones, who had developed a friendship, some time.

"Me too, see you again sometime, little class."

After saying that, Yang Le passed through the portal and, after briefly losing sight of him, returned to New York in the Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles universe. As soon as he landed in New York, Yang Le's communicator rang; the voice was the same Turtle communicator Donatello had given him.

Yang Le reached into his pocket and found a palm-sized mechanical turtle. He pressed the turtle's head, and the shell opened smoothly, revealing a communicator hidden inside.

"Hello? This is Yang Le."

"This is Donatello. I just saw your signal light up on the tracker, so I contacted you immediately."

When Donatello gave Yang Le this communicator, he explained that it contained a built-in tracker for the owner's safety, so that they could use the tracker to find the owner in case anything happened.

Not only Yang Le's communicator, but all four turtles, including Splinter's, had the same communicator, and they all contained trackers.

Yang Le didn't care much about this. He had already checked the communicator when it first came into his hands, and indeed there was nothing else besides a tracker.

He might be wary of Batman's tracking device, but the Turtles' isn't necessary. After all, the former has satellites that can locate him globally at any time, while Donatello's device might not even be detectable if he wanders too far away within New York.

"What's wrong, Donna?" Yang Le asked. "Is there something important?"

"There is good news," Donatello chuckled. "The time-space teleporter you requested has been completed!"

To be honest, this was not beyond Yang Le's expectations. With Dr. Donatello and Fukittod, plus a group of Atem people known for their high intelligence, it was only a matter of time before they wanted to research something.

Moreover, this time-space teleportation machine was already a finished product; they simply added the underground crystal as a variable to the original design.

Once the frequency of energy fluctuations during Yang Le's time travel is determined, the finished product can be easily made.

"really?"

However, to save face, Yang Le still pretended to be surprised.

"That's great news, Donna. Just wait, I'll bring you the best pizza in all of New York right away."

After chatting with Donatello for a while, Yang Le finally hung up the phone. At that moment, Damian, who was lagging behind, also passed through the portal.

"Now that Damian is back, Splinter, could you please take them both back first? I need to go buy some pizzas."

Before Yang Le had finished assigning tasks, he heard a laughing voice coming from behind him.

Haha, did you guys miss me?

Without turning around, Yang Le knew who had said those words. When he turned around, he saw Class 23 standing next to the helpless Damian with a grin on his face.

"You little brat!" Yang Le pointed at Class 23. "Why aren't you going home? What are you doing back with us?"

"Hey, why are you looking so fierce?" Ban 23 scratched his head. "Well, I know how to get back, so I figured I'd just go to another universe and have some fun since I have nothing else to do back there anyway."

"Besides, didn't you say you were going to teach me some alien hero usage techniques? I have a video recording, so don't try to deny it."

(End of this chapter)