Chapter 117 · Extra 5

10.

Bruce gently put the little Messiah down from his arms. The little Messiah closed his eyes and moved to his side. He then skillfully hugged the Batman doll on the bed and fell into a deep sleep with his head resting on the pillow.

The air is quiet and peaceful.

Bruce stood still, staring intently at the sleeping face of the little Messiah, and finally let out an imperceptible sigh.

"Goodnight, Messiah."

Bruce whispered.

He leaned over slightly, gave the little Messiah a goodnight kiss on the forehead, and then walked out of the room silently.

Not long after Bruce left, the little Messiah suddenly opened his eyes and sat up with a messy head of hair.

The little Messiah touched his pocket, and a ring shining with metallic light suddenly appeared in his palm.

This was the ring he had secretly taken back when Bruce and the others were not paying attention.

The little Messiah pursed his lips, put on the ring with a serious face, and looked deeply at the bedroom door. It seemed as if his sight passed through the wooden door and saw Jason leaning outside the door.

Feel sorry.

The little Messiah said silently in his heart.

The next second, he decisively opened the ring, and a circle of light flashing with sparks appeared in front of him.

The little Messiah jumped in without hesitation.

11.

In the dark night, a circle of golden light suddenly flashed on the street, and a small white figure walked out of it.

The little Messiah landed silently, the golden halo automatically closed behind him, and the night returned to silence again.

It's too quiet.

This was the little Messiah’s first reaction upon stepping onto the street.

Little Messiah looked around hesitantly at the street scene. Only a few of the buildings in the block still had lights on. It was only 9:30 in the evening and most places had turned off the lights.

The doors of the shops on both sides were all closed in unison, and even the neon lights on the signs were turned off.

"How strange..." Little Messiah frowned, confusion written all over his face. "Why is there no one here?"

If the two worlds were not too different, this should be one of the busiest neighborhoods in Gotham, with most shops open 24 hours a day.

The little Messiah scratched his head in confusion, rubbed his chin and began to confirm the difference between this neighborhood and their world.

Um……

Little Messiah glanced at the shop signs and found that several familiar shops had disappeared, especially the bars.

In Gotham, there is no shortage of bars.

But here, there is not even a bar.

"Why?"

Little Messiah stopped in front of a bookstore, looked up at the bookstore sign, and keenly noticed that there were traces of disassembled letters on it.

If he remembered correctly, this should be a bar.

The little Messiah tilted his head. Why in this world would a bar become a bookstore?

Do they all love reading so much?

The little Messiah was shocked. He wondered if he had come to a world where everyone loved studying and reading. Because everyone secretly stayed at home to study and read, there would be no one on the streets at night.

If this is true, it's too scary!

The little Messiah shuddered. He hated studying the most. Even when it came to reading, he only read comics...

At this moment, not far behind the little Messiah, the sound of a car engine roared suddenly, and a high beam shone from far to near, illuminating the figure of the little Messiah.

Someone!

The little Messiah's eyes lit up, and he wanted to catch the man and ask him why Gotham had become like this, but he suddenly stopped.

Who would drive out openly at night when no one else is going out?

Anyone who lives in Gotham will first think of Batman driving the Batmobile.

The little Messiah shuddered instantly and couldn't help but move into the shadows.

No, could it be that the Bruce of this world discovered that he had escaped and came out to catch him...

The little Messiah succeeded in scaring himself and almost closed his eyes and covered his ears to try to hide his mistake.

The roar of the car engine became louder and louder, and finally, with a puff, the engine suddenly stalled.

An angry curse was heard in the car.

"Damn it! Why did it break down at this very moment?"

The young man slammed the steering wheel and looked nervously at the middle-aged woman sitting in the passenger seat. The middle-aged woman was covering her bleeding right hand, her face pale due to excessive blood loss.

"Mom, don't be afraid." The young man forced a smile and said quickly and urgently, "I'll call an ambulance right now. Even if we stall, we'll just be a little late getting to the hospital."

The middle-aged woman's face turned pale. "The cost of the ambulance... I can still hold on. Let's just walk."

The young man buckled his seat belt helplessly: "But..."

A small white head suddenly popped out of the car window.

The young man saw the white hair for the first time and instantly fell into panic. He subconsciously wanted to hold his mother's hand, but stopped his hand in mid-air.

The little white head bounced up, the little white head fell down, the little white head bounced up again, and the little white head fell down again.

The young man's panic dissipated, leaving only a dilemma.

The little boy with a white bob was jumping outside the car window. Because he was too short, he had to jump so that only part of his head could be seen.

It turned out to be just a child.

The young man breathed a sigh of relief, and soon his eyes lit up again.

How could a child go out alone in the middle of the night? Maybe his parents are around and can help him take his mother to the hospital.

The young man turned around and told the middle-aged woman his idea. After the middle-aged woman nodded, he opened the car door with a smile and prepared to get out to talk to the little boy.

However, at the moment the car door opened, the young man saw the face of the white-haired little boy clearly, and the middle-aged woman who turned her head reluctantly also saw the face clearly.

The white-haired boy with a familiar face coughed twice to clear his throat, then said seriously with a stern face, "Sir, Madam, do you need any help?"

The young man's mind was blank, and his eyes were filled with that familiar face.

Even though it looked much more childish, even though the owner of this face was just a little boy with baby fat, the young man recognized it at a glance.

The devil who killed his father, forcibly took him away from his mother, and forced him to leave home and go to the Garden of Eden.

——White Tyrant

The young man still remembers the scene at that time.

The white tyrant suddenly appeared in his home and protected him and his mother from his abusive father. However, before they could express their gratitude, the white tyrant broke his father's neck.

The White Tyrant casually shook off the blood on his hands and lowered his eyes to look at him who was trembling in his mother's arms.

"Take him away." The White Tyrant calmly pronounced his fate. "As the descendant of a domestic abuser, he needs to be reformed in the Garden of Eden."

The guardian in white uniform smiled and took him away from his mother's arms. He cried and refused to be separated from his mother, and his mother hysterically begged for mercy from the white tyrant.

"Please, Lord Messiah, Joshua is my child. He is not the blood of a domestic abuser, nor is he the child of a criminal who will be imprisoned in the Garden of Eden."

The young man still remembered that time when the white tyrant helped his mother up from the ground, but did not agree to his mother's request. His mother's tears fell to the ground, but did not penetrate the white tyrant's heart.

"You are incapable of raising this child." The White Tyrant's voice was extremely cold. "Eden will arrange a new residence and job for you. After his transformation is complete, if you are able to raise a child, perhaps he will return to you."

"But I don't recommend you continue raising the son of a criminal."

Not until the white tyrant's rule ended was he finally able to leave the Garden of Eden and live with his mother again.

More than ten years have passed, and until now, in his nightmares every night, he always sees the white tyrant looking down at him indifferently.

The memory of his childhood flashed back again, and the young man screamed and couldn't help but step back to try to get away from the white-haired boy.

Little Messiah glanced down at his own attire in confusion, not understanding why this older brother was so frightened.

Does he look scary?

Or is there something behind him, like the shadowy giant Damian?

The little Messiah looked back suspiciously, but the street behind him was dark and quiet, and there was nothing that could scare anyone.

"Why are you scared, big brother?" Little Messiah scratched his cheek, puzzled. "Am I scary...?"

The young man trembled even more when he heard the familiar voice of the little Messiah.

Although the little boy's voice is a little childish, it is almost exactly the same as the White Tyrant's!

The middle-aged woman looked at the little Messiah with a pale face. It was impossible to tell whether her face was pale because of excessive blood loss or because she saw that familiar face.

"Master Messiah...?" the middle-aged woman called out the name in a trembling voice.

Maybe this is just the Messiah's child, or maybe it's just a coincidence?

How could that white tyrant have such an innocent expression?

When the little Messiah heard the strange aunt actually call out his name, he couldn't help but open his mouth wide and asked in surprise, "You know me?"

Am I really that famous in this world? Or have I just traveled through time and space again without realizing it?

The little Messiah was lost in his thoughts and didn't notice that after he responded, the young man trembled even more violently, and even the middle-aged woman who had been relatively calm began to tremble.

The young man gasped for a moment, almost certain that the little boy was the shrunken white tyrant.

The White Tyrant is not dead.

He is back!

The little Messiah looked at the trembling young man suspiciously, his eyes rolled around, a sly smile appeared on his face, and all the pretense of maturity he had shown before was thrown aside.

He took a step forward, and the young man trembled. He took a step back, and the young man trembled. He took another step forward, and the young man trembled. He took another step back, and the young man trembled.

Little Messiah was surprised to find that the frequency of the strange older brother's trembling really changed. As soon as he approached the older brother, he would tremble violently, but as he walked away, the older brother would not tremble as much.

Just like a remote control toy.

Little Messiah just thought he had found a very fun toy, cough cough cough, playmate, and couldn't help but want to play with it for a while, but suddenly he smelled blood.

Smell of blood?

The little Messiah subconsciously looked for the source of the bloody smell in the car and saw the bloody hands of the middle-aged woman at a glance.

"Are you hurt?" Little Messiah leaned closer to the middle-aged woman, his upper body leaning forward, almost lying on the young man. "Do you need me to take you to the hospital?"

The young man trembled and trembled, and the middle-aged woman's face became even paler.

The little Messiah smiled even brighter: "I can take you on a shortcut, the kind that will get you there in just one second~"

【Author’s words】

Kavinka is making me so miserable.

The update frequency will be every other day recently. I can only squeeze out one chapter in two days. I am so uncomfortable with the writer's block [burst into tears]

Why is the extra chapter that should let me let go so much, so stuck?