The Extraordinary Life of a Certain American Comic...

Chapter 189 will be updated with more of Locke's unofficial history.

"I'm not..."

"never mind."

Locke instinctively wanted to refute this, but the words stuck in his throat.

After all, he wasn't some vulgar person who cared a lot about fame.

but……

Locke thought for a moment and looked at Chloe, the witch who had finally mustered the courage to speak to him.

"What else do you know about me?"

"They say that you fell in love with the progenitor of the Blood God, and as a result, the Blood Queen Clark bewitched the progenitor of the Blood God and together they sealed you away. You turned your love into hatred, which is why you want to exterminate vampires and tree witches."

"What the hell..."

Did he fall in love with the progenitor blood god?

Fuck you...

If the rumor Natasha was talking about outside was pure anecdotal history, then Chloe's brand-new version is absurd enough.

Locke closed his eyes, took a deep breath, and then reopened them, his gaze now devoid of any emotion.

He looked at Chloe with a smile, his tone devoid of any emotion.

"They said...who are they? Can you tell me?"

"..."

Chloe glanced at Natasha instinctively.

For some reason, Locke seems even more terrifying now.

Natasha, standing nearby, quickly tried to smooth things over and changed the subject, saying, "Chloe, you said on the phone earlier that you wanted to register like those vampires who registered in New York State before?"

Chloe nodded: "Yes."

"Can I ask why?" Natasha asked, somewhat curious.

After all, the federal government is a free country that values ​​freedom and rights. Ordinary people feel that asking someone to leave their phone number is an invasion of their privacy.

Not to mention extraordinary beings.

Moreover, the registration process in vampire operations is not as simple as just leaving a name, phone number, and address.

The identification documents given to those registered vampires have GPS tracking capabilities and must be carried with them at all times.

Simply put.

Those registered vampires are constantly being followed.

This is precisely why vampires in New York State are unwilling to register. Although a small number of them have chosen to register due to the intimidation of S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Sentinels, it was out of necessity, not voluntarily.

Even after the operation began, many more vampires preferred to leave New York State rather than register with the Sentinel Secret Service.

In a word.

Freedom and life are both priceless, but life can be sacrificed for freedom.

But now, the witch Chloe is actually calling SHIELD, wanting to register herself.

Natasha looked at Chloe curiously.

"You know that being registered means we can track your location in real time, right?"

"I know."

"and you……"

"I'd rather live safely than be free."

"Safety?"

"I have a vampire friend who told me that after registering, I would receive the combined protection of your S.H.I.E.L.D. and the Sentinels."

"Well……"

Natasha listened to the witch Chloe's reasoning: "That's true, but that's assuming you haven't broken the law."

Of course.

Extraordinary beings are not ordinary people after all, and they still have certain privileges, such as being able to work to pay off their debts after breaking the law.

After all, it's not easy to cultivate a superhuman being, so shouldn't we give it a chance to reform itself?

However, on the surface, even extraordinary individuals are subject to the same laws as ordinary citizens.

it is necessary.

"Can I still keep running the bar?"

"certainly."

Without any hesitation, Natasha said, "Since you want to register, may I ask you a few questions first?"

Chloe nodded.

"Can."

"How can you prove you're a witch?"

Vampires are easy to spot. If you don't want to show your fangs and get them pulled out by the tooth-pulling maniac Shield Sentinels to be sold for money, there are portable purple lights in the registration hall. Once they're turned on, you can't sneak in any more.

But a witch?

Natasha sized up Chloe in front of her.

Ok.

From the outside, Chloe's smoky makeup does resemble that of a witch, but otherwise, she looks no different from an ordinary person.

Chloe smiled and extended her right hand toward Natasha.

Natasha instinctively stepped back, but quickly stopped.

Without him.

Locke was beside her.

Locke, who had just noticed Chloe's actions, also snapped out of his daze and watched the scene unfold.

Chloe extended her right hand and poked Natasha's forehead with one finger.

next second.

Natasha felt a wave of dizziness wash over her, her eyelids heavy as she looked at Locke beside her, then closed her eyes and fell asleep against Locke.

When Natasha regained consciousness, she found herself back home.

Just as she was wondering what was happening, the sound of a baby crying rang out in her arms.

Natasha looked down and was shocked to see herself in her pajamas, holding a baby in her arms who resembled Locke by seven parts and herself by three parts.

Just then, a flood of memories told her...

This is her child.

It took her and Locke a great deal of effort to finally give birth to the child.

"this……"

"This is a dream." Chloe suddenly appeared beside her.

Natasha, who was holding the baby on the sofa, was startled. She got up from the sofa, looked at Chloe, and then looked at the baby in her arms.

Chloe said, "To be precise, this is the scene you most desire in your heart."

Natasha frowned upon hearing this.

Is this a dream?

But why does it feel so real to me?

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and……

Why do I feel like this is the real world?

Just as Natasha was thinking this, suddenly, that drowsy feeling came over her again.

When she opened her eyes again, she saw Locke holding her.

Eyes facing each other.

Locke looked at Natasha, who was staring at him in a daze, and felt a chill run down his spine.

fortunately.

Natasha snapped out of her daze, settled back into her seat, and looked at Chloe behind the bar.

"That was just now..."

"I am the Dream Witch, and my power is to trap people in dreams."

"...Was it really a dream?"

Upon hearing Chloe's confirmation, Natasha felt a sense of loss for some reason.

Just then.

Locke looked at Chloe: "Your abilities are more than just entering dreams, aren't they?"

Upon hearing this, Chloe looked at Locke and nodded, saying, "Yes, the Dream Witch can absorb and enhance her own magic power by allowing people to enter her dreams."

That's why she opened this wizard bar.

It's easy for ordinary people to enter a dream, but the magic it provides is minimal. In fact, if one is not careful, it's easy to completely trap an ordinary person in the dream, turning them into what ordinary people call a vegetable.

But it's different for beings who are also extraordinary.

They weren't afraid of getting into trouble, and the power of a superhuman's dream was equivalent to that of ten or so ordinary people.

The most important thing.

The dream power of extraordinary beings is still very pure.

However, getting a supernatural being into a dream is not an easy task, so she opened this wizard bar, giving them drinks and letting them live a life of drunken stupor, making it much simpler to get them into a dream.

And even if they are discovered, it won't matter.

Because it's an unspoken understanding in this bar, and besides, the dreams they create are all beautiful dreams.

Everyone hates nightmares, but who would refuse a beautiful dream?

After Chloe confessed her dream witch abilities, she looked at Locke and added at the end, "I haven't done anything bad."

Locke looked at the wary little witch, shook his head and smiled: "I don't care whether you've done anything bad, I only care that you have clues about the Tree Witch."

Chloe nodded, just about to speak.

Just then.

Another witch walked in from outside, taking off her backpack as she said, "Chloe, have you heard the latest gossip about that progenitor tyrant?"

Locke, with his back to the witch, raised an eyebrow and looked at Chloe in front of him.

Chloe, standing behind the bar, suddenly changed her expression and quickly blinked her eyes frantically as the witch approached.

The witch, slightly older than Chloe, didn't pick up on Chloe's hint: "Why are you blinking? Oh, right, did you know? Today they're spreading rumors that the Primordial Tyrant and Primordial Klaus were true love, and that the Primordial Blood God, out of love turned to hate, joined forces with the Blood Queen to seal away the Primordial Tyrant... the Primordial Tyrant!"

As the witch spoke, she walked behind the bar, put down her backpack, turned around, and saw Locke sitting in front of the bar. Her voice stopped abruptly.

Locke looked at the new witch with a half-smile: "Me... Klaus... in love?"

Where did this unofficial history come from?

The witch looked at the living, breathing primordial tyrant before her, felt a dryness in her throat, swallowed hard, and then cast a pleading look at Chloe beside her.

"Help me, sister."

"There's nothing I can do. I warned you. Good luck."

Chloe said she couldn't help her sister with her request for help.

Helpless, the witch could only look at Locke, who had a half-smile on his face, and chuckle twice, her voice trembling slightly.

"Tyrant...tyrant."

Just call me Locke.

Hearing this nickname, which was supposed to be the first one he had acquired in the supernatural world, Locke felt somewhat powerless and said to Natasha beside him, "Is my reputation in the supernatural world really that terrible?"

All told, he only accomplished one and a half things in the extraordinary world.

They suppressed the vampires of New York State.

They killed a few tree witches and incidentally sent their families to the mutant lab as expendable resources.

and so……

Is his reputation really that terrible?

Natasha didn't reply, but instead looked curiously at the new witch: "Why are there rumors again that Locke and Klaus are in love?"

The witch said with a bitter face, "I heard it from people outside. They said that some extraordinary beings saw the Progenitor... Locke and the Progenitor Klaus on a date in Fallstown."

Locke: "..."

(End of this chapter)