Chapter 81 AK Barrel and Raven "What kind of new robbery method is this...?"

"You've got quite a few tricks up your sleeve, you pastor," Jason said, his words dripping with sarcasm. He was quick with his tongue, never losing an argument; he was more like a literary tutor than a pastor.

“You can question me, but you can’t question my identity as a pastor. I am officially certified and have a pastor’s certificate.” Wen Yue took out her certificate and placed it on the table, pointing at it.

Jason's gaze lingered for a moment on "Jason Wynne" in the pastor's name field before he quickly noticed a new highlight.

As the player's actions changed, the priest's robe, which had been partially hidden behind the bench, became clear, and the ribbon tied around his waist was fully revealed. Jason's eyelids twitched: "You tied the holy sash around your waist?"

"What's wrong with this belt?" Wen Yue asked, lowering her head in confusion.

Jason approached, loosened the priest's belt, hung the sash in its proper place, and patted the novice or fraudulent priest on the shoulder, shaking his head.

Wen Yue touched the holy sash hanging around her neck and suddenly realized, "I was wondering why it was so loose." It wasn't a belt, it was a hada (not really).

The gunfire and artillery fire gradually faded into the distance, perhaps because Jason had given the order to move away. Wen Yue relaxed, leaning against the table, flipping through the priest's certificate given to her by the world's consciousness. Her eyes were focused on the name that had just been updated; not long ago, that section was empty.

So this thing is updated in real time.

The soft candlelight veils the scene, softening the sharply defined features and adding a touch of melancholy to the drooping eyelids. The pristine black robe drapes gracefully, conveying a solemn yet dignified air. The slightly open cuffs reveal a loosely draped, intricately detailed shirt underneath, a beautiful interplay of simplicity and complexity. The wide, pure white sash, more like a shawl than a necklace, hangs from the ends with silver crosses that shimmer with a sacred glow in the candlelight.

Jason narrowed his eyes, focusing more on the deeper things he sensed than on appearances—something about the other person that was connected to his soul.

A raven landed lightly and silently on Wen Yue's shoulder. When Jason landed in the church earlier, the raven had shown no mercy and flown ahead. Just now, it had been openly watching the show from the high place in the church.

Jason's brow furrowed. He hadn't noticed the crow at all until its black feathers came into view, and then he realized that this was unusual.

“My daughter,” Wen Yue said, pointing to the raven that had taken off again and was circling around Jason.

Jason stared at the crow that was flapping its wings in mid-air, determined to land on his head. "She knows how to find a spot."

Wen Yue's lips moved, but she chose to remain silent, giving Jason a pitying look. The familiar scene evoked a wave of déjà vu; the player had already foreseen the future.

A faint hissing sound came from the large hole in the church. Jason reached out and caught the package dropped by the drone, letting it drift away.

Opening the package, besides what Jason originally wanted, there was a steaming hot hamburger and a bottle of water. He casually put the extra hamburger aside.

The pills rustled against the bottle, followed by the sound of the cap being opened and water running. Wen Yue looked up and saw that Jason's blue helmet had been removed at some point and was placed on the table next to her along with his hamburger. Jason was taking his medicine, and judging from the way he carelessly poured out the bottle, it was at least half full.

"What are you eating?" Wen Yue stared at the glaring J on Jason's face, her grip on the ID card tightening.

"What's it to you?" Jason answered the question with a question, his tone aggressive at this moment.

Wen Yue frowned slightly. She realized that Jason might have crashed into the church earlier because of a relapse of an old injury. During the conversation with the player, Jason had been standing and rarely moved.

"Even painkillers shouldn't be taken in excess," Wen Yue said softly, leaning on the table.

Jason gave him a cold glance, said nothing, and presented himself as a cool guy who was keeping all his deep hatred to himself. After taking the medicine, he put his helmet back on.

"Aren't you going to eat a hamburger?" Wen Yue leaned closer.

"Would it kill you to stay away from me?" Jason stopped the player with a cold gaze.

"But I haven't eaten anything all afternoon, I'm so hungry, and..." Wen Yue's pitiful words were not finished.

"Take it away and get out of here," Jason said impatiently, shooing him away.

The other party agreed too quickly, and Wen Yue's long speech immediately came to an end. She was forced to remain silent and felt a little empty for a moment.

Whether or not I eat now is irrelevant; what's important is that this feeling of being stopped halfway through is like a fishbone stuck in my throat for the king of trash talkers.

"That won't do. Let's split it in half. I happen to have a knife." Wen Yue reassured herself, took out the knife that the Great Caste Blade had transformed into, and measured it on the hamburger to find the right spot to divide it equally.

The Great Caste Blade, forged from Jason's soul, can change its shape at will. With the blessing of Omnipotent Authority, even if the player and Jason are separated by worlds, Jason from the original world can vaguely sense the situation here.

At this moment, the two souls, being identical entities, are resonating with each other.

“This knife of yours gives me a strange feeling; it’s as if it’s calling to me, urging me to pick it up,” Jason said, stunned. His gaze was fixed on the knife, pinpointing the source of the soul resonance.

Wen Yue paused, wiping the salad dressing off the knife, and looked up in bewilderment: "Is this some kind of new robbery method?"

Jason realized the ambiguity in his words and frowned: "It's nothing."

"Although I can't give it to you, it's no problem for you to take a look." Wen Yue shoved the knife into Jason's hand without giving him a chance to refuse.

As Jason wielded the Great Caste Blade, his soul resonated with it, and a gentle warmth spread from the depths of his heart, as if all the weariness and pain in his body were fading away.

With a thought, the Great Caste Blade revealed its true form, growing rapidly according to Jason's will, transforming into a long, crimson sword with brilliant golden patterns emanating from its center, radiating a vast and pure light from the chaos.

Jason lightly ran his fingers across the blade, feeling a significant improvement in his physical condition after shedding the burden of physical pain. His body, which had been constantly screaming and groaning, temporarily calmed down, maintaining a fragile balance with the healing light power within the Great Caste Blade.

Jason's hand holding the sword trembled slightly before he returned the weapon to its rightful owner. The fragile balance, like a mirage, vanished, and the brief peace and tranquility faded away.

Picking up this sword is easy; putting it down is the real test.

Under the positive influence of activating the high-ranking authority of the Great Caste Blade, his spine was renewed, and every breath was filled with the ease of not being hampered by his hidden injuries. He could unleash powerful punches to eliminate enemies just as he had before his body was destroyed by the Joker. His combat power remained at its peak, rather than relying on the armor on his body. He had every reason to keep this sword that seemed to breathe as if it belonged to him.

However, Jason's thoughts and realm transcended the limitations of illness and life and death.

He did not hesitate to give up his readily available health, choosing instead to continue enduring the long-lasting, persistent torment of pain.

Despite all the injustices and unpredictable changes in the world, darkness did not defeat him, and hardship could not overwhelm him. Even after Jason became an Arkham Knight, he was not broken, and the light of his humanity always shone brightly.

Wen Yue casually stuffed the High Caste Blade and her priest's certificate into her pocket while munching on her hamburger. The magical sword, which had turned into a dagger in the player's hand, returned to her game inventory in frustration.

"Very good, you actually managed to resonate with my magic dagger. Young man, you have good aptitude." Wen Yue made no attempt to hide her praise for Jason. As a fellow being, Jason's ability to use the Great Caste Blade was actually a privilege granted with the permission of Jason in the player world.

“But that one already has an owner. I have a little magic knife here, you can try it out.” Wen Yue pulled a cross from her omnipotent authority and handed it to Jason.

"..." Jason stared at the player shouting "Little Knife" at the cross, his eyes twitching. There were too many things to say, and he was speechless. He felt nothing for the cross; his only thought was that this priest was too immersed in his role, too dedicated to his job, and was even trying to spread his teachings to him.

“This knife suits you well,” Wen Yue said without changing her expression, the bright candlelight unable to illuminate the player’s intermittently sleepless eyes.

"..." Seeing the player's behavior, Jason knew that no one could wake up this priest who was pretending to be blind, so he casually stuffed the cross into the outer pocket of his combat uniform.

"Eat up, don't be shy, treat it as your own." Wen Yue pushed the remaining half of the hamburger to Jason.

"." Jason was used to this and automatically filtered out the player's rambling nonsense. He took off his helmet and picked up a hamburger.

His helmet visor was originally designed to automatically lift up, but this convenient feature stopped working after Jason fought Batman, so he had to take it off completely.

With his striking features and prominent brow bone, Jason is a cool and aloof guy if you ignore the glaring J on his cheeks.

Humans are visual creatures, and gamers are no exception. Wen Yue stared intently at Jason, who possessed a cold and reserved demeanor, admiring him. However, upon noticing Jason's mechanical eating movements, the player's initially lively mood subsided.

With a slight tremor of her eyelashes, Wen Yue lowered her gaze and looked away, only to find the raven sneaking up on the blue-helmeted figure.

"The raven is next to your helmet," the player, who was being subservient to the player, reminded him.

“It’s nothing.” Jason didn’t mind Raven’s curiosity.

Jason finished his burger in a few bites, then grabbed nothing with his hand. He glanced back and saw the table was empty; his helmet was gone. Only a raven remained, its beady eyes darting around nonchalantly, a hint of human-like guilt in its gaze.

Jason's expression suddenly changed, and his questioning gaze was fixed on Wen Yue.

"I just reminded you." Wen Yue shrugged: The player did remind you, but Jason himself said it was fine.

"Is this some new way to rob someone?" Same line, different characters. Jason and Raven stare at each other.

The all-consuming, corrupted raven was incredibly powerful. Wen Yue ate the last bite of her hamburger with lingering fear and took a sip of water to calm her nerves.

"Aren't you going to control your child?" Behind every unruly child is an unruly parent. Jason pinpointed the root cause of the helmet's disappearance.

"Guess why there's no cross on the platform in front, which is standard for churches?" Wen Yue pointed to the empty church front desk with a sad expression. The evil of the blackened raven was invincible. The exquisite little bird with a gluttonous maw treated everyone equally, devouring anything that interested her.

"..." Jason glanced around the empty and dilapidated church, then his gaze fell on the penniless player who had lost the misery contest.

Silence is the church tonight.

The wind has died down and the clouds have dispersed, revealing the moon in the clear sky. A gentle breeze blows, and all is well as usual.

The players, having eaten and drunk their fill, lay down on the bench, surrounded by Jason and Raven's standoff. Raven stared wide-eyed at the owner's feigned ignorance, while Jason gave a stern lecture, while the spoiled parent ignored the misdeeds of their unruly child, leisurely lounging around as usual.

The player had a wonderful day. Now, she finally had a relatively peaceful and quiet environment. Coupled with the inexplicable sense of security she felt with Jason and her trust in Raven, Wen Yue was feeling drowsy. Her fatigue and exhaustion were no longer concealed.

With her head tilted to the side, Wen Yue instantly fell asleep amidst Jason's one-sided onslaught on Raven.

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Author's Note: Jason from the player's world: My soul resonates with yours.

Arkham Knight: Every breath becomes a choice.

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Player's Tip: If you encounter a tense situation with someone, try eating something. Seeing yourself eating—something humans or animals only do when relaxed and without a sense of threat—actually gives yourself and the other person a psychological cue, prompting both of you to relax a little.

Unjust Chao: "..."

Jason: "Heh."