Chapter 88 Caught in a Maniacal Laughter: The Acting Beast Player Meets His Match. ...

By the time Tim retrieved the surveillance footage and finally proved his innocence, Wen Yue had already enjoyed Afu's cooking and made a hasty escape.

—The mushrooms smell so good, so delicious! It would be even better if they could be in the mouths of all the players.

Just in case the two settle accounts, the player makes a hasty escape and ends up on the roof of Wayne Manor, a place no one would have expected.

The starlight, scattered like stars, ignites the darkness, while the moonlight melts into the thick blackness, and dark clouds gather beneath the shadows.

Wen Yue, holding a pen transformed from the Great Caste Blade, wrote on the priest's certificate: "The player is contacting the world's consciousness, asking it to try to sever the chains left by the maniacal laughter on God's body."

After a moment, the player received an answer.

[Unable to accomplish it, Barbatos intervened.]

Wen Yue paused slightly, as if anticipating this, before continuing: [Can Lucifer enter the location of the divine body?]

The handwriting on the white paper changed: [He needs to become Satan.]

Lucifer Morningstar has now escaped Hell and is enjoying his retirement on Earth. According to players, he's recently been pursuing a policewoman, finding his part-time detective role quite amusing.

The Satan mentioned by the World Consciousness is the title of the King of Hell. His implication is that Lucifer should return to Hell to become its ruler and re-establish the connection with Hell.

Wen Yue pondered for a moment, unsure if Lucifer would be willing to return to Hell for God. After all, Lucifer had cut off his demon wings to sever all ties with Hell; he was deeply weary of its things and, before leaving, entrusted the key to Hell to the Lord of Dreams. Now he lived a leisurely life on Earth.

But it's worth a try.

[After Lucifer enters, he will guide Him to kill the Black God. Just in case, we will sever ties.]

After writing her final words, Wen Yue raised the document into the air, letting the flames that appeared out of nowhere devour the player's only link to the world's consciousness.

The divine authority within the pen in her hand resonated. Wen Yue gripped the Great Caste Blade tightly, closed her eyes, and communicated with her original Jason from the original world, instructing him to go to a bar in Los Angeles called "Lux" to find Lucifer Morningstar.

Jason is given the difficult task of negotiating with Lucifer. The player exits the higher dimension and leaves the rooftop.

—A meeting is about to begin.

Pushing open the door, Wen Yue let out a heavy sigh as she faced the fiery gazes of Dick and Tim.

The cold gazes around her were like knives, each one sharp and piercing. Wen Yue's heart turned ashen, devoid of any light.

"Listen to me, I just went out and did something big, but now I've had a complete change of heart, and I'll probably be retiring from this life."

The thought of the follow-up actions required to drag that top-tier fallen angel into this mess was enough to make the player's head explode. Lucifer, who had deep connections to both Heaven and Hell, knew about the player, and it was only a matter of time before he discovered the rest of them as well—a group of truly demonic offspring and truly rebellious angels who were even more troublesome than the Bat Family.

The worst thing that ever happened still happened; laughing hysterically is truly a heinous crime.

Shaking her head slightly, Wen Yue swaggered down and sat down, pressing her hand down slightly: "We're in a meeting, everyone sit down, no need to stand to greet me, I feel embarrassed."

Tim and Dick remained unmoved; they had shed their illusions about Bruce and seen through the true nature of the camper.

“There’s no doubt he has no remorse whatsoever,” Dick said to Tim, turning his head to look at him.

"Do you think this is funny?" Tim, who had been wrongly accused, asked aggressively.

"It's not only fun, but also delicious." Wen Yue smacked her lips with lingering enjoyment, then rolled her eyes and declared confidently, "Well, I, Batman, actually did this to train everyone's willpower and endurance."

Adding fuel to the fire, it seemed the two were about to become completely inflamed.

Preventing a horrific scene from unfolding, Wen Yue raised her hand and pushed away the players' stockpiles: "Everyone, have an ice cream to calm your temper. It's a special treat from a high-end restaurant; you can't buy it anywhere else. Don't be shy, eat up!"

"I was wrong just now, and I apologize to you all." The player was flexible and didn't feel any psychological burden at all, as it was just a matter of saying a few words.

Jason picked out his favorite ice cream flavor. "You're such a good guy," he said, paying for the player's treat.

"Who doesn't know that I, Bruce Wayne, am a philanthropist?" The player is undoubtedly a great guy.

He then turned to Tim and Dick in a consultative tone: "You know who I am, I am Bruce Wayne. If you have any grievances, you can take your revenge on the other Bruce Wayne. After all, they are all Bruce, there is no difference. What do you think?"

"Not very good."

A deep voice came from behind her, and Wen Yue turned around with an embarrassed smile:

"I don't recommend bringing your professional habits home. The 'appearing and disappearing without a trace' tactic is better used against criminals."

Batman stepped out from behind the player, carrying a plate of ice cream, saying, "If you don't drag this mess into my hands."

Batman is not a scapegoat.

The tactical meeting proceeded on time, with Batman projecting information.

"...Dark metal and dark energy are the energy sources for creating portals. It is expected that the next step of the Maniac Laugh will be to send Batmen from other universes to invade this world."

Batman jumps to the profiles of other Nightmare Batmen provided by the player: Devastater, Merciless Iron Fist, Red Reaper, Dawn Lantern, Drowned Wraith, and Killing Machine.

"The Dark Knights may not have been established yet, but we need to take precautions." The relevant information was obtained from previous DC works. The player did not know whether the Batman Who Laughs had already collected information to establish the Dark Knights. It was better to let the Bat Family members see the information so that they would have some understanding than to be caught off guard. The information gap was the player's biggest advantage.

"Eliminate all the dark metal as soon as possible and strive to solve the problem once and for all." Wen Yue rested her hand on the armrest of her chair, propped her head up, and calmly stated the consequences: "Barbatos has sealed off this universe from the outside. If we fail, Earth will sink into the dark multiverse and become Barbatos's plaything."

The mission to eliminate the Dark Metal has been assigned to Jason, Tim, and Dick. The three of them will work together, with Barbara and Alfred providing remote support, and Raven acting as an unofficial backup.

"But don't be too nervous, just be careful." Wen Yue didn't want the Bat Family members to risk their lives, so she softened her tone: "Even if we fail, I can cover for you." It's just a bit more troublesome and uncertain.

As for the players and Batman, they have a more challenging task—

Inside the Batcave, the player slowly pushes a vial of blood into his body. This is Batman's blood, containing the toxins in the Joker's body that are closely related to his maniacal laughter.

From a higher-dimensional perspective, the virus, like a persistent, insidious infection, takes root firmly in the body and spreads rapidly. Players modify the underlying logic code, adding an option to ensure the virus remains unaffected by the erosion and to eliminate the clown toxin.

“Alright, the antibodies are here. My blood can neutralize the Joker's toxin and help you recover.” A golden glint flashed in her eyes and then vanished in the blink of an eye. Wen Yue looked up at Batman, who was monitoring her body data, and said, “Prepare for the blood transfusion.”

Given the twisted and uncontrollable nature of the Black God's power within Wen Yue, she cannot use it directly on others, and instead uses the player's body as a transit point after much trouble.

Wen Yue and Batman are identical beings from different worlds, differing only in appearance and physique. From a fundamental biological perspective, they are exactly the same, including their blood.

Blood drawn from Wen Yue flowed smoothly through the transparent tube into Batman's body. To prevent the Joker virus from making a comeback and potentially causing another laugh, its influence had to be completely eliminated.

Because it was a one-sided blood transfusion from the player to Batman, after the event, the player was left lying pale and lifeless in a hospital bed.

Meanwhile, Batman continued to monitor the two men's physical data on his computer without stopping. During the day, he not only prevented the "Last Laugh" plan, but also prevented the additional contingency plan of the maniacal laughter polluting the groundwater. He was busy all day with almost no rest.

Bloodstains were faintly seeping from the bandages on Batman's chest. Of all the injuries and blood loss caused by the turmoil instigated by the Arkham Knights, Batman was the most seriously wounded by Jason's well-placed shot, while the critical hit came from the filial son.

"The effect is remarkable, the toxins have been completely eliminated..." Batman's voice seemed to fade into the distance.

Another manic, morbid voice gradually became clearer: "Yes, yes, you've completely recovered from the virus. That's amazing, you're truly worthy of being called Batman."

Ignoring the persistent background noise, Wen Yue asked Batman, "Do I still have any Joker toxin residue in my body?"

"Of course not, your body is full of healthy cells, and the detected toxin content is 0%." Batman keenly noticed the abnormality in the player's question and cast a glance at him.

"Tsk." Wen Yue sat up cross-legged on the hospital bed, resting her chin on one hand, her gaze drifting to the side.

"You finally look at me. Hello, it's nice to meet you, Batman." The Batman Who Laughs leans closer to the player, whispering like a close friend: "Yes, it's me, the Batman Who Laughs, hahaha... I think you'll enjoy it. Maybe we can become partners."

Batman's eyes narrowed. "What are you looking at?"

"Dirty thing." Wen Yue suddenly attacked, her long blade flashing with a dazzling light, sweeping through everything like lightning, yet passing through the laughing man's body without any hindrance. The Great Caste Blade only had the sensation of slicing through invisible air.

"You scared me! Is this how you treat your best friend?" The Laughing Bat jumped aside, spreading its arms wide. "But it's okay, I forgive you. Congratulations, only you can see me, hahaha..."

Wen Yue sighed, she couldn't take it anymore, "Shut up, what's the difference between you and a clown?" The player was so unresponsive for the first time, she didn't want to talk to him at all.

“Of course there’s a difference. The Joker will lose, but Batman will always win.” The Batman Who Laughs laughed in a strange and twisted way. “And you, Bruce, you’ll be a great version of me.”

Wen Yue suddenly looked up—Bruce?

"Do you know what I'm thinking right now?" Wen Yue smiled with relief and relaxation: "Right now, I just want to kick you to teach you a lesson in humility and complacency."

Funny, isn't it? It almost scared the player to death just now. They thought the maniacal laughter had really succeeded in possessing the body, but it turned out to be the spirit frame that started it.

If he were to call the player "Wen Yue," or even just "Batman," it would be acceptable. But the madman insists on calling the player "Bruce."

Real cloth versus fake cloth, doesn't Wen Yue know? Real bat versus fake bat, don't the players know?

They've been exposed.

The timing was perfect; the player even thought he had actually been affected by the clown's poison.

Pretend, I'll just quietly watch you pretend.

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Author's Note: A player responded to the maniacally laughing shaman: "Demons and monsters, get out of here!"

A player asked Batman for help: "Do you know any sorcerers? Have her come over and exorcise me."