Chapter 60: In the desolate land of Bashan and Chushui, there are always troublemakers...
Fortunately, it was a player standing there. Wen Yue pulled out a Cali Stick from behind her back, which happened to be in the player's game inventory. She couldn't miss the opportunity to make a scene: "Superman is, and so are you. I didn't expect that there wasn't a single person in the Justice League who believed me. Maybe it's because I've never been as likable as Dick."
In a world of rampant materialism and cold-heartedness, the player's questioning gaze swept over the Alliance superheroes one by one, feigning disappointment and unconsciously avoiding them, deliberately taking a few steps back to create distance, and naturally putting away the Cali Stick.
—The player's Cali staff and Damian's Cali staff are different in terms of their condition, but they cannot be examined closely.
Diana's sudden questioning also made the players realize that the performance just now was too emotional and did not quite fit Damian's character. At this time, it was too late to fix the somewhat broken character.
Wen Yue drew her sharp blade and pointed it directly at Bu Yichao. It was an extremely arrogant and impolite act of offense, but it was overshadowed by the player's slightly trembling hand that made it difficult to hold the blade.
After staring intently at the injustice for a moment, the player's blade, suspended in mid-air, finally fell slowly. His expression was one of loss and despondency, as he released the blade with a detached, almost resigned air. The blade landed with a dull thud, echoing in the silent space.
—Aggression is a consequence of pain.
"Fine, it doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, let it be." A faint melancholy and sadness appeared in the player's eyes. He lowered his gaze, concealing the emotions he had inadvertently revealed. His pale face was ashen, and he turned his head away, looking utterly despondent.
When I was putting the knife down, the handle accidentally hit my foot. Ouch, it hurts so much!
Wen Yue took a step forward, her toe still throbbing from being hit by the knife handle. She didn't notice when she stumbled, but quickly recovered. Maintaining her composure and preserving her precarious appearance, she endured the embarrassment and tried to straighten her back to walk steadily forward.
As long as I'm not embarrassed, then I'm not embarrassed.
The Injustice League members watched Damian's head droop as he staggered away. Damian, so devastated he was unsteady on his feet, evoked a pang of sympathy. The once prickly child had become like this; it was a world apart, a truly poignant sight.
If Superman doesn't know how to raise children, he shouldn't raise them. He turned a perfectly good little hedgehog into a stray golden retriever.
In this moment, everyone realized that they might have harbored prejudice against Damian, and perhaps unknowingly hurt the child. They suddenly remembered that Damian was only twelve years old; his assertiveness had always made them overlook his age. Children his age should be living the same lives as their peers at school, yet he spent his days on missions with them.
"Damian, I'm so sorry for misunderstanding you and doubting you earlier." Bu Yichao blocked the player's path, put his hand on the player's shoulder, and apologized sincerely with his head bowed.
"I won't forgive you so easily, Superman." Wen Yue remembered her persona perfectly this time, crossing her arms and pouting.
The player didn't immediately back down, but his shimmering, green eyes, like those of Lake Damian, held boundless admiration and a longing for recognition as he gazed at Bu Yichao.
Bu Yichao's expression softened, and he looked down at the player with a gentle smile.
Wen Yue actually wanted to take this opportunity to retreat, but now that she was in the watchtower thousands of miles in the sky, there was nowhere to run. She decided to stay put and observe the situation first.
The undercover operation is finally over. The player turned the tide and won the life-or-death situation, but while he escaped death, he's in for a rough time. The watchtower is full of surveillance cameras, and Wen Yue can only diligently play the role of Damian and do her job. Damian has so many coded and rigid procedural tasks to handle; this tedious work is unbearable to do for even a second. Sooner or later, she'll show the unjust boss the true nature of a player—a lazy bum—but before that, she'll let him experience the power of a player brat.
The Injustice League held a meeting immediately to summarize the failure of their siege of Batman and the Resistance. Injustice Super arrived at the meeting room and took the seat of honor.
"Crunch, crunch..." The player eats spicy Cheetos chips.
Unjust Super sent the relevant meeting minutes to the Alliance Superheroes.
"Slurp slurp..." The player slurped up the fruit-flavored soda.
Bu Yichao opened his mouth, wanting to talk about recent alliance matters.
"Smack smack..." The player opened his gluttonous mouth and swallowed the whole jelly in one gulp.
Unjust Chao: "..."
"Damian, we're in a meeting," Bu Yichao said, lightly tapping the table and rubbing his temples as he reminded him, his head aching.
Wen Yue was taken aback, and asked hesitantly, "This meeting isn't one I should be listening to? Should I leave?" Her lake-green eyes were shimmering with a stubborn question, "Am I in your way?"
“That’s not what I meant. Of course you’re in the meeting, but could you please keep your voice down?” Bu Yichao didn’t dare to speak harshly to Damian now, and tried to use a gentle tone.
"Heh." Wen Yue turned her body away with a haughty expression, her back to Bu Yichao, and said in a low voice, "So you're starting to dislike me again so soon?"
"I don't dislike you... Oh well, just continue." Bu Yichao had no choice but to let it go.
Just waiting for those words, the mischievous player grinned wickedly, and with nothing to lose, he took advantage of the situation online, pulling out a giant family bucket from under the table and slamming it down with a loud "thud".
If you come across a player cosplaying Damian, you're in luck. Anyone without unruly kids at home can take him home for free to add to their annoyance.
"Little Flash, come and eat with us!" Wen Yue warmly greeted the Flash who had delivered her takeout, and didn't forget to share the family bucket with the superheroes in the neighborhood. The player, full of energy and uninhibited, picked up a chicken leg and took a bite, chewing away.
Looking back at Bu Yichao, who was staring at the player with wide, incredulous eyes, Wen Yue casually stuffed a hamburger into his hand and said indulgently, "Don't be shy, take whatever you want." What a little glutton, hehehe.
"..." Bu Yichao felt a pang of filial piety, his eyes widened as if he foresaw a tragic future, and his head suddenly began to throb.
"Beep beep beep..." The communicator kept ringing loudly and shrilly.
Wen Yue and Bu Yichao's eyes met, and everyone's gaze fell on Bu Yichao. Bu Yichao frantically searched his body, pulled out three silent communication devices, and placed them in a row on the conference table to prove his innocence.
"Beep beep beep..." The notification sound continued. Everyone realized something was wrong and their gazes slowly shifted to the player sitting next to Bu Yichao.
Wen Yue's amused expression gradually faded, her gaze wandering as she hesitantly rummaged through her uniform, pulling out the only communication device she had on her person. A piercing notification sound came from it.
The player stared intently at the communicator, lost in deep thought: Where did this communicator come from? Isn't this just a trigger?
The interworld communicator buzzed and vibrated; it was the one the official Batman made for the three players in the player world. The player clicked the communicator to stop it, and the screen automatically displayed the message: [Batman is dead. —N3]
N3 represents the player's universe, N1 is the original Batman and Superman universe, and N2 is the Injustice universe they are currently in.
The message was sent by someone from the player Bat's family, and Wen Yue was also worried about her four little birds, but she hadn't found an opportunity to send a message.
The news came at an inopportune moment; in front of everyone, a mishandling of the situation could be fatal. A chilling gaze fell upon him from behind. Not knowing which hero it belonged to, the player dared not turn around or ask, and could only pretend to know nothing.
In this desolate land of Bashan and Chushui, there are always treacherous people who want to harm me.
It's time to test my acting skills again—
"Hahahaha..." The player began to laugh wickedly, laughing so hard that he couldn't stand and had to lean on the table to bend over. When he looked up, tears were glistening in his eyes. His lips were upturned, but his eyes were filled with sorrow. He asked the others in a trembling voice, "Did you see that? Batman is dead!"
"..." The superheroes of the alliance cast silent glances.
"Batman is not dead." Injustice stated the fact clearly.
"How did you know?" The player frowned, realizing something was amiss.
"I have Batman's life detection device. If Batman really dies, the device will issue an alert," Injustice said calmly.
Is there something off between Injustice and Batman?
"Why didn't you say so sooner?" After all that effort, Wen Yue had really played the clown today. The player's extreme joy and sorrow were so convincing, he almost looked like a complete idiot. What a thoroughly enjoyable performance!
The League of Legends superheroes were just as clueless as the players. Facing the intense gazes of the crowd, Unyielding Super calmly explained, "You didn't ask before."
Wen Yue exchanged glances with the Alliance superheroes and couldn't help but sigh, "I never imagined we were all clowns in a melodramatic soap opera."
Wen Yue slammed her hand on the table, angrily grabbed the inter-world communicator, and sent a message to the other side: "You lied to me, Batman isn't dead. How dare you spout nonsense and try to fool me? I'll electrocute you in two with my fully charged baton. Tell me honestly, who gave you the guts to lie to me? I'm called the Cataclysm for a reason; I don't know my power." There can only be one being called the Cataclysm; hopefully, the other side understands the player's meaning.
Upon receiving the message, the other party gleaned the information from the words and quickly responded after a moment: "Sorry, I might have made a mistake. I just realized that this was actually a fake message about Nightwing testing an undercover agent. Luckily, I discovered it in time and didn't expose my identity."
Wen Yue, playing the capitalist herself, said: "How can you send me unverified information so casually? Are you even capable of being an undercover agent? If you can't do it, get out! There are plenty of people who can. You have no ability but love to talk nonsense, TT!"
The player on the other end, having figured out who the cosplayer was now, smoothly transformed into a glamorous (and somewhat pathetic) working-class person: "I'm sorry, Mr. Damian, please give me another chance. I was too eager to impress you this time. Next time I will definitely verify things carefully, please don't abandon me, I will continue to lie low."
"Judging from your performance, get lost. Don't bother me unless it's important." Wen Yue left a hint, ending the performance.
They overcame the difficulty perfectly with their coordinated singing and dancing. The fact that they could cooperate so well with the acting beast player made the player guess that the opponent was most likely the clever little Tim.
The player casually stuffed the communicator into his pocket and then naturally picked up a chicken leg to start eating. "I'm just an undercover agent planted on Batman's side, nothing serious, let's continue." He explained casually before continuing to distribute the family bucket.
"Should we continue eating, or continue the meeting?" The Flash asked the crucial question as he took the meat roll.
"Hmm..." The player puffed out his cheeks and asked Bu Yichao in a muffled tone, "Eat or a meeting?"
Exhausted, Bu Yi sighed and waved his hand, giving up the struggle: "Fine, eat it."
Today's Justice League is anything but serious.
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