Chapter 25 The player who survived: "It's okay, I'm not dead!" ...

"Damn it, where's the first-aid kit?" Jason searched frantically but couldn't find it, and gradually became more and more agitated.

"Looking for a first-aid kit? I saw one in the corner of that cabinet. But what do you need a first-aid kit for?" Wen Yue asked curiously, peeking out like a cat.

“Tsk, of course…” Jason suddenly stopped speaking, turning around slowly in disbelief, “Why are you up?”

"Um, should I go back to sleep?" Falling asleep right away isn't a bad idea.

"No, I mean... weren't you seriously injured?" Jason was as if he had seen a ghost when faced with the player who had suddenly come back to life.

"Yes, but it's not a big problem." Wen Yue waved her hand casually, as if a mere fatal wound was nothing to worry about.

"You've bled buckets, and you say it's not a big deal?" No, do you really think that's right? Jason's dead fish eyes.

"Oh, you don't understand. Players with low health can still be lively and energetic. After all, it's just the health bar that's low, not the body!" As long as a player's health bar isn't zero, they can get up and continue fighting. Many bosses have been slowly whittled down by players this way. The Fourth Calamity is no joke.

Jason, unable to understand the player's gentle words, asked suspiciously, "Are you alright?"

"It's okay, he's not dead!" As long as he's not dead, then everything is fine.

When I first arrived in this new world, the local world consciousness passed by and gave me some energy. Of course, it wasn't that it actively gave me energy; it was all thanks to the angel's aura's automatic pickup function that I managed to collect some leftover energy.

[Angel Halo: 3%]

The player's body is currently only able to move thanks to the aura's energy, essentially like having an invincibility cheat. Once the energy runs out, the player's body will continue to lose health, at which point they will be disconnected and killed instantly.

The little red bird chirped sweetly, and the door opened softly. It was Dick returning; he had just finished cleaning up the traces he had left along the way.

Above Dick's head, the two blue robins, huddled together, stood out conspicuously. Strictly speaking, these two robins were not living beings, but rather energy beings, bound to their host and never to be separated.

"Bruce, you're awake!" Dick exclaimed in surprise.

Dick looks so cute in his Robin uniform! The player's heart fluttered. He went over, picked Dick up, and gave him a hug; he was so soft and adorable, like a little kitten.

Jason leans against the door with his arms crossed: Today is another day of suspecting that the rich guy is a pedophile.

"Alright, take off your clothes now, I'll bandage you up." Jason let Jessica fall onto his shoulder, walked to the first-aid kit, and started rummaging through it.

"Emmmm, how about I do it myself?" Although this body was male, Wen Yue still felt a little awkward and shy...

Jason, his hands red and warm, silently loaded a bullet.

Wen Yue immediately and efficiently took off her clothes to help with the bandaging. Let's talk this out! This whole thing is even more impulsive than the Fourth Calamity! Is this a doctor? This is a husband!

Terrified, terrified that the banquet would start at lightning speed in the next second, and the player would ascend to heaven in a spiral, without even needing an angelic halo, going straight to meet God in one step—how ​​did he know the player had a part-time job in heaven? The shirtless player shrank back, trembling and acting like a quail.

It's not that the player is too soft-hearted, it's that Jason's bullets are too hard. If Jason isn't allowed to rescue the player now, he might just be the one to get rid of them.

Not daring to move, Wen Yue, who was obediently cooperating with the bandaging, couldn't stop talking. She started rambling on about the arrangements for keeping everyone's identities hidden: "We've come into this world, so we must not be careless. We must keep our identities hidden. From today onwards, please call me Little Red, and we'll be called Jason Big Red and Dick Robin. What do you think?"

Players are all Red Robin, Dick is the Robin Damian version, Jason continues as his Red Hood, and everyone has a bright future.

The fact that the world's consciousness here actively sought the player's help indicates that this world is not as peaceful and harmonious as it appears on the surface; hidden dangers remain undiscovered, requiring constant vigilance. If the enemy discovers that Wen Yue is Batman, the player will be the first to be eliminated. Although the player is not the real Batman, they are a true actor, employing one underhanded tactic after another in the Fourth Calamity.

Jason gave a perfunctory reply, while Dick said "okay" seriously.

Even the smallest details of concealing your identity cannot be overlooked. Wen Yue, with a solemn expression, earnestly instructed Dick: "To better conceal your identity, you must not suppress yourself. Remember: you are Robin, you are the best! Do whatever you want! Do whoever you want, no need to talk! Slaughter whoever you want, don't hesitate! When dealing with all demons and monsters, you must have a sense of responsibility and conviction that 'I take full responsibility, you will be left with a whole corpse.' When in doubt, fight with knives, send them straight to the grave! Even passing dogs should be kicked a few times..."

Wen Yue paused, then said, "Oh no, you're a dog lover, you can't tell the difference between humans and animals, you can't kick a dog!"

The player nodded as he spoke, explaining that this was roughly Damian's character design, and that he would add more later if he remembered anything else.

Dick clenched his fist with a serious and determined look and said, "Okay, I guarantee I'll complete the mission!" The naive Claw had been completely led astray by the player and was speeding toward the evolutionary goal of its ancestors, not looking back and preparing to step on the gas pedal to the floor.

Tailoring instruction to individual needs and seeking practical results, Wen Yue switched to another person to continue giving advice: "As for Jason, you can just continue being your hot-tempered older brother. You truly deserve the 'beautiful, strong, and tragic' persona..."

"Ouch—" The force of the bandage suddenly increased, and Wen Yue couldn't help but cry out in pain, interrupting her long and rambling speech.

"Hmm?" Jason raised his eyes indifferently.

"Hiss... So, Ga!" The player's words changed, and he became very timid, putting his hands together and lowering his head meekly: "Arigatojesen-san, it seems that Vadashi is a bit dead."

Jason chuckled, and eased his grip.

Wen Yue's wounds on her abdomen and shoulder blades were quite deep, and Jason carefully stitched them up. The player who underwent surgery without anesthesia grimaced at the sight, but fortunately, she had the foresight to use her aura energy to raise her pain threshold and temporarily block pain sensation in the wound area.

Jason skillfully and meticulously bandaged the wound, giving instructions on precautions and when to change the dressing. Wen Yue, unconcerned and smiling, thought, "Why bother with them when they're here? Besides, as long as the aura energy is enough, the player can do whatever they want."

If you do daydreaming well, it becomes profound.

Wen Yue fell into deep thought. Her biggest problem right now was money. The three of them had robbed Jason's safe house after arriving in the new world; it was a bit unethical, but at least they had a place to stay. The safe house had everything, except for emergency food and cash. Jason did find a bank card, but he didn't know the PIN. The experiences of the two Jasons from different worlds were roughly similar, but there were still differences; he was helpless when it came to details like bank card PINs.

Most of the world's troubles are related to money; without money, players lose their financial power and become nothing more than a pittance. Actually, if all else fails, players can try rummaging through the trash cans; they might just pull out a legendary gold item.

If the game panel's "Work Assistant" were available, things would be even simpler. Just follow the prompts blindly, and you could make money with your eyes closed. Unfortunately, after the player visited the Court of Owls, Barbatos sabotaged and destroyed the game panel, which is a real shame.

The player's in-game inventory also doesn't contain any money. The inventory has only ten slots, and these slots are allocated by category, not by size. For example, the large amount of hazardous chemicals the player collects while playing Batman are all categorized and fill one slot. Later, rewards from blind boxes and various miscellaneous weapons fill the inventory slots, leaving no extra space for money.

Game Backpack: A virtual space used to store player items.

Items already stored: Batdart x1 (slot); Flashbang (Nichrome Alloy Enhanced Version) x9; Robin Dart (Red Robin Version) x10; Ionizing Laser x1; High-Power Handheld Solar Searchlight x1; Hemostatic Pressure Gel x1 (slot); Blue Medicine x1.

Remaining capacity: 3 slots.

The presence of a () indicates that the entire space is full, and items of the same type cannot be grouped together in the same space; an additional space needs to be created. Originally, two of the remaining three spaces were filled with Deathstroke's bombs and hazardous chemicals, but these were used up during the bombing of Mad City, leaving the remaining space empty. The third space contained the grappling hook gun, which the player carelessly forgot; it's now with Jason.

The player was still worried that he wouldn't be able to hold onto the Angel Aura, so he specifically asked the World Consciousness for more mana potions.

With the game out of the question for the time being, players have no choice but to rely on themselves and work hard, already planning which area's trash cans they'll be rummaging through tonight.

At the crucial moment, Jason had to step in. He changed into his casual clothes and went out for a while. He returned in less than ten minutes with his favorite fried chicken, burger, and cola.

Wen Yue was shocked: "Where did you get the money?" This is a strange place, you can't just mess around like this, you'll be blacklisted by the local Bat Family and have nowhere to run.

Jason raised an eyebrow. "My face is still somewhat useful." He directly ripped off Jason, the gullible fool of this world, showing no mercy when it came to ripping himself off.

Wen Yue gave the clever little devil a thumbs up. As long as it wasn't illegal or criminal, everything was fine; getting into trouble was a family matter. Free from moral constraints, the Fourth Calamity cast aside his worries and contentedly unwrapped a hamburger and sipped his cola. So delicious!

Following the players, you'd go hungry one day and eat your fill the next; following Jason, you'd have chicken and burgers every day. Jason, after a lifetime of wandering, the players have finally realized their mistakes and are now bewildered that they've finally found a wise master. They were blind to Jason's worth before, and will never again call him "Junk Food Kid"!

To meet the basic needs of survival, we must begin investigating the background information of this world.

This computer, far ahead of its time in technology, boasts top-of-the-line specifications, a high-performance CPU, and built-in access to the vast database of the Bat Family (a powerful cybersecurity organization), putting the digital network world at its fingertips. All that's missing is a master hacker, elusive and unpredictable in the virtual world, to take over this incredible tool.

Jason stared intently at Wen Yue. "Batman, GO!"

Wen Yue spread her hands in bewilderment, "I don't know how."

"Stop pretending, you can do it." Otherwise, what would Batman be doing in front of the Batcomputer all day? It can't be playing games, right? Jason inadvertently guessed the truth.

"I really don't know how!" Wen Yue pleaded earnestly to prove herself. "I'm just an ordinary person, not a hacker. You're making things difficult for an ordinary person like me!"

"What the hell is a normal person?" Jason rolled his eyes. "I don't believe you!"

"Stop pretending, you go ahead. Didn't you go to the Assassin's Guild to improve your skills?" Wen Yue offered Jason the main seat in the computer chair.

“Yeah, killing techniques,” Jason said matter-of-factly. He was with the League of Assassins on Nanga Parbad. Did you expect him to be learning hacking techniques in that secluded mountain forest?

"No, bro, are you serious?" There's no time for modesty here. Wen Yue thought to herself, "Jason's a hacker in the DC Outlaws series, after all!"

Whether Jason can do it or not, we'll find out once we try.

"Cookies," Wen Yue suddenly uttered a word.

Jason: "What, you want some cookies?"

Wen Yue: "..." All you ever think about is eating.

Case solved! This Jason really doesn't know anything. "Cookies" does indeed mean cookie, but in internet slang, it refers to a folder used by websites to store user browsing information.

So this Jason really needs to modernize himself. Forget hacking skills, he doesn't even understand the internet!

Their gazes shifted to Dick, who was eating his hamburger like a little hamster, and they both turned away in silence. This guy, who had been sleeping in the Owl Court for over a decade, was hopeless.

The player's current team lacks a technically skilled and intellectually astute individual like Tim. Damian would also be suitable; at such a young age, he's already proficient in tactics, psychology, management, economics, and many other areas, far surpassing the average player in every aspect. The World Consciousness had previously mentioned having someone they could recruit, so they'll immediately begin operations upon returning. Even before bringing him home, the player is already envisioning a bright future.

At this moment, Wen Yue suddenly had a question, "Does Jason in this world know how to hack? If he doesn't, then why does he need such a high-end computer?"

Jason answered on behalf of another version of himself, "I may not know how, but I cannot live without it."

That makes sense.

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Author's Note: *Homelander: "I can do whatever I want!"

*Ordinary World* by Lu Yao. This book always puts me to sleep, but I become incredibly alert when I reach the ending: everyone's dead, everything's gone, nothing's left. Indeed, we often overlook the simple joys of life; only when we lose them do we realize how profound those simple moments were.