Chapter 42, the Ghost King World ends, player: a long-beaked bat.

A bright moon hangs high above the vast sea of ​​clouds, a strong wind blows through the clouds, and from the watchtower below, one can see the vastness of the world.

"This floating base is really nice. Where did you get it from? I want to get one too." Wen Yue had already forgotten where she originally got the watchtower that served as the background.

"This was entirely funded by me, utilizing Kryptonian technology and Apocalypse technology. I can share the data with you if you need it." Batman's casual words exuded an air of extravagance. Is this the charm of a billionaire? I'm in love!

"My friend, you are a true hero!" The bat was practically glowing. Wen Yue gripped Batman's hand and shook it vigorously, her excitement beyond words. She would immediately begin constructing this incredible device upon returning home. Such a futuristic technological marvel, created by an ordinary human being—Batman was truly the hope of all humanity.

Not wanting to take something for nothing, but not having any particularly noteworthy local specialties, Wen Yue gave the remaining half-bottle of blue potion to Batman for research. This blue potion, after all, was produced by the world's consciousness; its effects were astonishing, and its essence was also superhuman. It could replenish not only Superman's mana but also that of beings on the level of Barbatos.

After the player's rambling (not really) praise, Batman gladly accepted the blue potion.

Regarding the plan to turn vampires back into humans, Wen Yue and the heroes discussed it and decided to execute it at 3:00 AM, when most people are asleep, in order to minimize the impact on public opinion.

Night had fallen, all was silent, and above the vast sky, Wen Yue activated the cheat.

For the first time in this world, the 100% output of the Angelic Halo fully manifested, powerfully proclaiming its exalted status. The holy and magnificent energy, now unrestrained, surged skyward with overwhelming force, unleashing a dazzling pillar of light that pierced through the clouds, like a bridge connecting heaven and earth. This immortal and transcendent energy resonated with the world.

A chaotic tremor ripped open a deep rift, and the very essence of the world, caught in the turmoil, was within reach. The players did not seek to control it, but only to change it.

The vast and boundless universe, the shifting stars and changing times, the ever-changing winds and the interplay of the sun and moon… all these myriad phenomena of time and space are reflected in the very origin of the world. Above this origin, wisps of swirling black mist drift and wander, where bloodshed and assimilation bring despair and annihilation, a poisonous wound that firmly imprisons and corrupts the very foundation of the world—the work of Barbatos, the corrupting influence that alters the very nature of vampires…

The causal forces that alter the laws of life surge and undulate across the heavens and earth, their profound symbols forming an infinitely overlapping array that ripples and spreads across the sky. Like the first rays of dawn, they illuminate the entire world. Pure white represents the primordial state of life, adorned with radiant holy light and mysterious symbols that form a complex equation of life, peeling away the hidden pollution of chaos and darkness like unraveling a cocoon. Shedding layers of turmoil and karmic entanglements, in endless light and the echoes of life, the world is cleansed of its impurities and finally returns to its origin.

The symbols of the Equation of Life transform the laws of heaven and earth, correcting the underlying logical errors in the world. Vampires will no longer be born or exist in this world, and all vampires will turn back into humans.

The world's operating principles were instantly disrupted, and invisible energy fluctuations dispelled the dense dark clouds. In a corner unnoticed by the players, a chilling laugh silently swept through the void.

The high-power output quickly depleted the aura's energy. A split second before the holy light faded, Wen Yue sensed a sudden, unusual energy fluctuation, but it vanished before she could focus her search. The player had been cautious.

[Angel Halo: -0% (Damaged)]

The halo, overloaded with energy due to altering the world's laws, developed countless cracks. Wen Yue touched her cheat system with a pang of heartache; the power to change the very nature of the world was simply too excessive, and the halo couldn't sustain it. Fortunately, she was about to return to her original world, where the world's consciousness could help repair it.

Meanwhile, Batman receives a call from Alfred: Nightwing is missing.

Wen Yue and Batman rushed back to the Batcave to investigate the cell where Nightwing was being held. There were no traces at the scene; it seemed he had suddenly vanished from the cell. And that was indeed the case. The surveillance footage clearly showed Nightwing suddenly looking up and staring into thin air, as if he had seen something, before his figure abruptly disappeared the next moment.

"Someone took him away." Batman replayed the surveillance footage several times, freezing the moment when the air rippled and distorted.

"Traces of spacetime fluctuations have been detected." Tim said gravely, staring at the abnormal data after adjusting the spacetime surveyor.

"Are they from outside the world?" Wen Yue asked, turning her head.

After tracking for a while, Tim shook his head heavily. "...Untraceable. The other party deliberately disposed of the traces."

"Damn it, who is it..." Could it be Barbatos? Is he asking for a beating again? If the aura cheat wasn't out of energy, the player would definitely give him another beating. Thinking of the abnormal energy fluctuations detected by the aura earlier, the player's mind went online to see the truth.

Wen Yue shared her speculations with everyone, but unfortunately, the players had no energy left to track down the truth and find the mastermind, and were powerless to help find the Nightwing players.

Nightwing's sudden disappearance cast a shadow over the previously clear situation, plunging the Bat Family into a somber mood.

But in any case, this gathering in another world has come to an end, and it's time for Wen Yue to return to her original world.

As dawn broke, Wen Yue and her group embarked on their journey home. Standing before the time-space teleportation device, Wen Yue and Jason Dick looked back at their friends who had gone from strangers to acquaintances, from wariness to trust, and the heroes who had fought alongside them. Even though they were reluctant to part, they said goodbye with smiles.

Sometimes, having the chance to say goodbye is a kind of luck. Some people are like that, passing through life in a hurry, adding an extraordinary glimmer to an ordinary life, benefiting them for a lifetime even if it's brief. Don't dwell on regrets; instead, learn to look forward.

The green hills remain unchanged, the clear waters flow on, and Wen Yue believes this is not the final farewell. Perhaps in the future, those destined to meet will meet again. Therefore, she is not afraid of any loss or departure, and she takes a detached view of all gains and losses.

If one day the heroes of this world need help and support again, Wen Yue will definitely rush back here without hesitation to lend them a hand. If one day Wen Yue discovers Nightwing's whereabouts, she will definitely notify the bat family here and work with them to bring her family back.

"Goodbye, you can find me in my universe if you ever need anything." Wen Yue waved goodbye and made a promise.

The three figures flickered and disappeared into the spatial teleportation.

After sending away the evil Drake from the other world... oh wait, I mean Bruce, another father, Damian returned to his regular life of going to school, patrolling at night, and fighting criminals.

Then a package bearing Damian's name arrived at Wayne Manor. The custom-made photo frame was the perfect size to fit on the bedside table. The photo inside depicted everyone embracing Damian, and printed on the back was a message—

"Looking back, you realize that you not only have the companionship of animals, but also a loving family. You are no longer alone, nor do you need to seek recognition anymore, because you have already proven your excellence."

"TT, I told you I'm the strongest!" Damian hugged Alfred the cat in his arms, and like a victorious little warrior, he walked back to his room with his head held high. He walked past Jonathan, who came to play with him after school, and proudly placed the photo album on his bedside table.

Barbara in her cell received a letter—

"Your love is not hateful; what is hateful is using the enemy of love. This is just a small, insignificant setback and test. Do not doubt Batman's abilities; Batman always gets everything sorted out, and Batman always wins. You are not alone, Barbara. I, we are with you."

Glistening water droplets fell onto the paper, blurring the writing. Barbara carefully wiped away the water droplets, a relieved smile appearing on her lips.

After working tirelessly alongside Batman for days, Red Robin finally gets his holiday. Red Robin is offline, and Tim takes over. Enjoying his newly bought snacks and soda all to himself in the safe house, Tim surprisingly feels a little empty. He shakes his head, wondering if he's being manipulated by other players; he should be happy in this situation.

Tim opened his laptop in the safe house, and a note appeared—

“You’re always so mature and easy to take care of. Sometimes that’s so reassuring that I’ve neglected you, and I’m sorry that this is Batman’s failure as a father. We’re not in a superior-subordinate relationship; we’re partners. Please don’t doubt your abilities. You’re the best detective, Tim.”

Oh no, I'm really going to get manipulated like this... What should I do? I can't resist the charm of this Batman at all. Is this what they call the beauty of distance?

Cassandra, having finished her night patrol, stood before the mirror, scrutinizing herself. Her keen insight interrupted her thoughts, and she tore off the note stuck to the back of the mirror—

To Cassandra:

You have an unwavering heart, always moving forward bravely; your determination will always find a way. You're always the most reliable person in the family. In this team fight, the enemy eliminated us first; your worth as the strongest single-target fighter in the Bat faction speaks for itself. We'll definitely include you in the next team fight!

Cassandra, who was still dissatisfied with her performance in her final battle, was slightly taken aback and relaxed her harsh self-examination. Her body, which had been tense for many days, finally relaxed.

After his counterpart from the other world left, Batman was caught up in a busy schedule. In addition to his daily investigation into Nightwing's whereabouts, which had no clue whatsoever, he also had to patrol Gotham City at night, handle Justice League affairs, and be on guard against major events involving the universe.

Finally having a proper rest, Batman dragged his weary body back to his long-missed bedroom. As he lay down on his familiar bed, he suddenly sensed something amiss. He lifted his pillow and saw a neatly written note underneath—a message from Wen Yue to Batman.

"I think you have two hands, one for helping others, and the other should be used to help yourself, right? Don't be too hard on yourself, brother."

Bruce remained silent for a long time, clutching the note.

After seeing off the visitors from the other world, Red Hood hadn't returned to Wayne Manor for a long time. In fact, unless there was a crisis or special circumstances in Gotham, Red Hood rarely went back there. Until today, when Bruce specially invited him to a family dinner, he returned to that long-missed place for a fairly harmonious meal.

The manor also has Jason's room, and on the desk is a book called "To Kill a Mockingbird" that was placed there at some point.

Red Hood picked up the book and flipped through it casually. A note fluttered onto the desk, the warm light of the room clearly illuminating the black words on the white paper: "Faced with and experiencing all kinds of injustices and unpredictable changes in the world, darkness did not break you, hardship did not overwhelm you, you still chose the path of a hero without hesitation. You radiate the light of humanity, your revolutionary and rebellious spirit transcends the world. Do not doubt yourself, you are always right, you are the true son of Gotham, Jason."

This passage was written by Wen Yue. Below it is the handwriting of another person Jason has known since childhood: "You are not a dispensable soldier. You are my son, you are my pride. I am so glad that death did not take you away, otherwise I can't even imagine how deep the pain would be."

How did these two old bats end up together? Jason stroked his chin, a smile unconsciously creeping onto his lips.

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The author says: *“I have two hands, one to help others, and the other to help myself.” I forget which book this quote is from.

*I am not afraid of any loss or departure, and I take a detached view of all gains and losses.

*The Last Summer of Klingsol*