Chapter 82: The Fourth Calamity + The Evil Raven - Let's see what the players have brought...

Wen Yue awoke to the morning light and gentle breeze. Outside the window, the city was bustling with activity; skyscrapers towered over Gotham City, and the migrant population that had left the previous day was gradually returning after Batman once again resolved the crisis.

A gentle breeze blew in through the crack of the half-open window, ruffling the stray hairs on her forehead. Wen Yue stood by the window for a moment, then suddenly remembered that she was in Gotham, another world.

After changing into the new clothes prepared on the bedside table, Wen Yue straightened her clothes, smoothed out the wrinkles, and pushed open the door to go out.

Jason was interrogating someone downstairs, lifting the man up with one hand and slamming him against the wall, the muzzle of his gun pressed against the man's temple.

Perhaps because he had been busy all night, Jason was a little irritable: "Hurry up, I don't have that much patience."

"I'll talk, I'll talk. Some of the goods were taken by the Penguins." The other person's voice trembled; he could feel that he was really going to die.

"Shh, don't be so loud." Jason let go and stepped on the limp, masked henchman.

"It's alright, I'm already awake. What a beautiful day." Wen Yue stretched and went down the stairs, her clear footsteps revealing her leisurely and contented state.

“What’s it to you?” Jason said irritably, mainly because he was worried about disturbing the ravens that were closing their eyes.

The raven, which had been dozing on the chandelier, opened its eyes, flapped its glossy black wings, and flew onto the player's shoulder.

"Alright, it turns out I was just being presumptuous." Wen Yue looked around but couldn't find what she was looking for. "Knight, thank you for taking me home, but where did you put my priest's robe?" The robe contained her priest's identification, the only item she had to connect to the world's consciousness.

Jason pointed his gun at the sofa. "We're not that close." The player's actions and tone were far too familiar.

“I hope we can set aside our prejudices and perhaps get to know each other better.” Wen Yue placed the raven on the back of the sofa, put on her priest’s robes and dressed herself properly, then scooped the bird back up and nestled comfortably on the sofa. “Is the cereal on the coffee table yours, knight?”

“It belonged to Black Mask, but it’s mine now.” Jason had already taken care of Black Mask and seized his territory before unleashing the chaos in Gotham last night. They were currently in a safe house belonging to the Black Mask gang, serving as a temporary base. Jason was interrogating one of Black Mask’s henchmen; some of Black Mask’s assets were missing, and he wanted to help the deceased recover their assets so that their owners could rest in peace.

"Then I'll gladly accept it." The cereal was unopened, and Wen Yue could eat it right away after opening the lid, but it was a bit dry, so she got up and went to the kitchen to pour herself a cup of hot water to make the cereal.

Inside the room, besides Jason, the player, and Raven, there was also a man lying on the ground, bound hand and foot, who had already been interrogated. He was trembling with fear from the Arkham Knight's brutality. This was no vigilante; he had no principle of not killing.

The villa has excellent feng shui. A gentle breeze brings the freshness of dew, and the morning sun shines softly through the thin mist. The room is at the most comfortable temperature for the human body, and Wen Yue couldn't help but yawn.

The others were hesitant, the players were sleepy, so she turned on the TV.

"Help!" A low, hushed voice came from behind. The bound, masked henchman pleaded with the priest for help, his eyes filled with hope. The player dressed as a priest appeared gentle, harmless, and compassionate.

"Quickly offer your last prayers, hoping God will forgive you." Wen Yue lazily changed the channel, barely maintaining her pastor persona.

They were all birds of a feather, the black-masked henchman lamented, tears of regret streaming down his face.

Ignoring Jason, who was working hard beside her, and the two gangsters waiting to be slaughtered, Wen Yue focused her attention on the television screen, drawn to the news being broadcast.

"This is Vicky Weir reporting from Gotham Cable. Last night, Batman once again saved Gotham..."

The live replay on the screen was the final showdown between Scarecrow and Batman. That was something players missed while they were asleep.

After Jason was defeated in Arkham, Scarecrow's remaining armed forces were subsequently dismantled by Batman. In the final battle, Scarecrow revealed his trump card: he would use Robin and Gordon as hostages, demanding that Batman go alone and remove his mask, or he would kill Robin and Gordon as hostages.

Batman went alone, as always without hesitation. As Scarecrow had hoped, he even contacted a television station to prepare a live broadcast of Batman's true identity after he removed his mask.

Batman was captured, and his mask was about to be removed. Just as everyone held their breath and watched with bated breath, a dark figure suddenly appeared and knocked down the camera. A gunshot followed, saving Batman.

The drama reached its climax and then abruptly ended; the hero's story was far from over, and the sword of Damocles of justice still hung high.

Batman's identity remains a mystery; he continues to be a symbol of fear of evil and justice.

"I see, so you two teamed up to save Batman yesterday." Wen Yue recognized Raven as the one who took down the camera and Jason as the one who shot down Scarecrow's pistol from a distance. "You two worked together very well, and at just the right time."

Jason and Raven's revolutionary friendship in battle has benefited the players as well, which is why Jason's attitude towards the players is more amiable than ever before.

“Ravens are very intelligent, unlike other crows. Why don’t you leave the ravens to me? I’ll take better care of them than you would.” Jason was relatively restrained, knocking out the two troublesome creatures and dragging them away to deal with them.

"Useless things, a waste of space." Jason casually tossed the two out the door, clapped his hands in disgust, and went back inside.

“The Penguin’s armory was destroyed by Batman and Nightwing last night. Looks like all your hard work was for nothing.” Wen Yue sighed. She had also heard Jason’s interrogation, in which the man confessed that some of the goods Black Mask had lost were in the Penguin’s hands.

"It's not a big problem, we can just switch to a different weapons supplier later," the player reassured him.

After closing the door for Jason, Wen Yue continued the previous topic: "Of course you can keep Raven, but it's buy one get one free. If you want Raven, you have to keep me too."

"I'd be honored to decline." Jason took off his helmet with little interest, picked up the steaming hot oatmeal from the coffee table, took a sip, and gave the player a provocative look.

Wen Yue brought out her cup from the kitchen. You wouldn't believe it, she made two cups.

"Cheers." Wen Yue and Jason clinked glasses and drank contentedly.

Jason suddenly found his oatmeal tasteless; he felt like he'd been tricked.

Wen Yue raised an eyebrow; it was indeed true. The oatmeal on the table hadn't been touched for so long because it was waiting for Jason to take it; she knew that rebellious young men preferred to drink what they had stolen.

Jason has been exercising a lot since last night, he should be hungry by now. But the unopened cereal, the deserted kitchen, and the clean trash can are clues that Jason hasn't eaten in a long time, and it's a deliberate act of resistance.

Jason in this world has a numb attitude towards food, treating it merely as a necessity to maintain physiological functions, which must be related to his unique experiences.

—That damn clown has done all sorts of bad things.

"How far along is your revenge plan? Please include me. Actually, I've had a dream since I was a child: to make the world tremble before me." Wen Yue revealed a smug and arrogant smile, like a villain: "If you and I join forces, we can definitely take down Gotham!"

“No way, I can take Gotham by myself… No, I don’t need to take Gotham. You go do your thing, don’t drag me into it.” Jason was almost led astray by the player’s thought process.

"Don't do this, let me join you, knight." Wen Yue sacrificed a raven, delivering the goods to your door for free: "From now on, this will be your partner, and I can be your logistics support."

Knowing that free things are often the most expensive, Jason was unmoved by door-to-door sales pitches. "You need to explain where you got your information and why you know so much before you talk," he said.

"Once you accept me, my intelligence will be yours." Wen Yue used a deceptive tactic, focusing on the less important aspects and omitting the crucial details.

"We'll see how you perform." Jason finally relented, downed his cereal in one gulp, and went into the underground armory to select equipment.

Wen Yue obediently watched Jason disappear into the basement entrance, then turned her head and her expression changed. She stretched out her wicked hands toward the red helmet on the table, her voice burning with passion and excitement as she whispered, "Come into my arms, Red Hood."

...

"I am the Arkham Knight, the true predator." The player, wearing a red helmet, struck a pose of utter loneliness, hands behind his back.

"Come on, hero, this will be a head-to-head contest." The player beckoned forward with his finger, then threw a left hook, a right hook, and a swift straight punch.

"Gentlemen, you did a great job tonight. Gotham is ours now." The player said in a deep voice, his right hand resting on the side of his red helmet as if he were talking to his militiamen through his headset.

The raven nodded, raised her right wing in salute to the player, and was cosplaying as a soldier.

"Now is the time! All units, assemble immediately and follow my command." The player waved his hand, exuding the aura of a reliable commander.

The raven hopped closer and stood at attention in front of the player.

"Gotham is now under my control, surrender now, hehehe." The player laughed, hands on hips.

"Caw caw caw—" The raven laughed loudly, keeping up with the player's rhythm.

"Ahem, hello everyone, I'm Red Hood. What, you're saying I'm an Arkham Knight? How could that be? Didn't you see the chubby red bat symbol painted on my chest?" The player switched character settings, had the raven spread its wings and grab it, placing it on its chest, striking a haughty pose.

"I'm Red Hood from the Bat family, please call me Brother Hood..." The player hadn't finished speaking in a loud, booming voice.

"You think you're asking for death!"

Wen Yue's hand trembled, and she immediately broke out in a cold sweat: Damn it, the person behind the cosplay has been discovered.

...

Wen Yue shrank back, sitting obediently on the sofa. The red helmet she had been wearing was now placed back on the table. She secretly glanced up, but immediately looked away after meeting the gaze of the person cosplaying as the person in the video.

The raven lowered its head and looked around, sitting side by side with the player on the sofa.

Jason, his fists clenched, paced back and forth between the two, witnessing for the first time the power of the Fourth Calamity and the Evil Raven.

The player's lips trembled, and a single tear squeezed from their eye. "I'm sorry, I know I was wrong, sob sob sob..."

The raven's eyes were also filled with tears, its two wings crossed to cover its pointed beak, revealing its moist, beady eyes, perfectly synchronized with the player's.