Chapter 67: The Unjust End - Player's strength is unknown; they grow stronger against stronger opponents. ...
The player has no particular hobbies, he just loves to act. With his gradual, insightful, and logically rigorous verbal attacks, he has finally received a gratifying and just punishment from the unjust.
Unjust Chao also realized his oversight; he was so focused on attacking the opponents that he forgot to attack the player, this traitor. Fortunately, it's not too late now.
Turning her head to avoid the heat blast from the Unjust Overlord, she slid aside to evade the Unjust Heroine's close-quarters attack, and with a light step, she gracefully flipped in the air, the bullets grazing her shoulder. Wen Yue successfully stopped the melee and bought time.
In terms of attracting hatred and firepower, the player is far ahead, and now the Injustice Alliance is ganging up on the player alone.
Faced with all attacks, Wen Yue dodges everything, not out of cowardice, but as a tactical way to conserve energy. She nimbly weaves through the swordplay of Unjust Super, Unjust Heroine, and Unjust Steelbone, spinning, leaping, bending, and making unexpected flashes, appearing outwardly calm while inwardly weeping and praying for the main resistance force to arrive quickly to rescue her.
After so long, Wen Yue had finally risen to become Bu Yichao's confidante. Now, in a single day, everything had turned upside down, and she had become Bu Yichao's biggest threat. Her heart ached just like Bu Yichao's. It was really not easy to raise his favorability to almost the maximum value, and besides, her relationship with Bu Yichao wasn't entirely hypocritical.
Agile and nimble, the player's cape fluttered as he moved, like a bird spreading its wings. With ample energy and the boost from the super drug, he effortlessly evaded attacks from Unjust Superman and others.
Players can slack off, but they can't be truly bad; in critical moments, they have to be able to take responsibility.
Shazam, The Flash, and Green Lantern, who were watching, stared blankly, questioning their own existence: Is this Damian's true strength? Facing the clash of three mainstays of the League, he still managed to handle the situation with ease and not be at a disadvantage at all.
Bro, even though we're really bad at this, you're a real charlatan. You can hold more than a sack of potatoes. With that kind of skill, what's the point of pretending to be weak while actually being strong? Are you trying to kill honest people?
Schrödinger's player, strength unknown, grows stronger when facing stronger opponents.
Players risk their lives to save Shazam Barihar, only to be forced into freestyle fighting, staging an online triathlon.
Seemingly strategizing, but actually struggling to keep up. It's really difficult for players; mages can be assassins, but not tanks.
Faced with the alliance's gang attack, Wen Yue could no longer tolerate it and used her ultimate move: summoning her teammates.
"Batman, help!" The players couldn't believe Batman hadn't arrived by now, even after all this time.
"Superman, help!" It's this late, and if nothing unexpected happens, Superman from Universe One should have already arrived in this world.
"Raven, help!" The player's own bat-bird companion is a lifesaver; quickly teleport the player away from this dangerous place.
After sending out a mass SOS message and calling on everyone she could, Wen Yue began to wonder who else she could call for help.
"Stop yelling, we're here." The demolition team arrived swiftly, carrying out efficient demolition across the universe, tearing a huge hole in the ceiling of the Hall of Justice. Jason leaped down from above, landing steadily on the ground, raising his dual pistols and decisively pulling the trigger, kryptonite bullets whistling as they shot straight at Injustice.
"Hey Bruce, you thought you were so tough? I've heard about your glorious deeds in both universes, so why are you chickening out now?" The Superman from Universe One was relentlessly beating up the Unjust Superman; the two parallel universe counterparts were locked in a fierce battle, mercilessly offering each other their iron fists of justice. Jason casually twirled his dual pistols as he approached Wen Yue. "Didn't I tell you to wait a bit? Are you in such a hurry to die?"
"The situation is critical, and we have no other choice." Raven appeared through space with several familiar figures, and her own bats and birds arrived one after another. Wen Yue shrugged and dropped her complete disguise.
Tim rushed to the player and asked worriedly, "Bruce, how are you?"
"My clothes are slightly dirty." Wen Yue gently patted her uniform, brushing away non-existent dust. She half-closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, and sighed with endless melancholy, "Death is like the wind, always by my side."
The bat, who was secretly observing the situation, twitched his eyelids and proactively disconnected. The players' rhythm was still too advanced; having learned from the player bats and birds that Damian's body contained Bruce, the bat couldn't bear to look and chose to pretend to be deaf and dumb.
A player impersonating Batman has infiltrated the Batman group chat, causing the overall image of the Batmen to plummet and potentially fall out of the top of the male god rankings.
Jason frowned, then rubbed his forehead and said, "Be normal, old man." He still had to be a little cheeky at times like this.
Tim glanced at the player casually, raised one eyebrow, pointed at the player's cloak, and curled his lips into a sly smile: "Indeed, the hem is slightly dirty."
There was a hole in the folds of Wen Yue's cloak, and the surrounding fabric was slightly charred, indicating that it had been pierced by Bu Yi Chao's heat vision.
Dick leaned closer to examine it, his blue eyes darting about through the tattered cloak, revealing an innocent smile: "Perhaps 'slightly torn hem' would be more fitting, Bruce."
The raven, its hands gathering dark, malevolent magic, asked with a seemingly understanding tone, "Do you need me to fill in the gaps for you?"
"No need, no need." Wen Yue frantically waved her hands, leaving afterimages, unable to maintain the facade any longer.
The group exchanged glances and burst into laughter.
“Superman has a body of steel, what do you have? Do you need to take a knife for him?” Jason brought up the events of the original world and lightly punched the player in annoyance.
"He was resurrected by the cosmic sun after being attacked by nuclear weapons, which already severely damaged his vitality. In addition, the effects of Kryptonite weakened his physical abilities. If he had taken another axe from Steppenwolf, the consequences would have been unimaginable." You should know that if Superman in your world dies, he's really gone, but players can be resurrected after they die.
"So you ruined yourself." Tim raised an eyebrow and stated the fact.
"How's it like traveling here?" Dick asked with great interest, sharing his insights on the players' time travel experiences.
"Dancing on the edge of a knife," Wen Yue replied humorously.
"This is the Mother Box of our world. I hope it will be helpful to your condition." The raven handed over a cube engraved with mysterious runes, within which a mysterious dark light flowed.
"Thanks, this is a great help." Wen Yue felt the energy within, her soul leaving Damian's body, and the energy briefly formed a physical form.
The light, like threads, outlined a body in the void. Fine black hair flowed like seaweed, the features were three-dimensional, the temperament was reserved, and the sharpness was hidden within.
Under the hazy glow, Wen Yue appeared both real and unreal. Her eyes, as bright as the sky, opened, and her thin lips curved into a gentle smile.
"Damian, get up." No more slacking off now, everyone get up and work overtime for the players.
“TT.” Damian’s hand rested on the hilt of the knife, its sharpness fully revealed.
Wen Yue pressed it back smoothly, her voice carrying a hint of reassurance: "Calm down, Da Mi." She's still quite grumpy when she wakes up.
"They call him Bruce. Has the League been taken over by Batman?" The Flash stared at the player who had separated from Damian, then looked at the other two Batmen on the field, muttering in disbelief.
"So, the Damian we've been spending time with all this time has been played by Batman?" Shazam recalled his daily interactions with Damian over the past few days, no wonder Damian was so hot and cold, and his attitude towards him was so inconsistent.
"I never doubted Batman, not even Nightwing." Green Lantern was also shocked. He had noticed Damian's problem long ago, but based on the player's cheerful and lively daily behavior, he could only think that the sunny boy Nightwing had possessed him. He never expected that it was the dark Batman causing trouble.
"You ever had any doubts?" Shazam and The Flash both turned to look at Green Lantern, recalling their unfortunate days when they hung out with the players. This teammate knew perfectly well but said nothing, enjoying the show immensely.
Green Lantern waved his hand guiltily and quickly changed the subject: "Look, Superman is about to lose."
"If two Supermen fight, one of them will definitely lose." Wen Yue nodded. The key question is, which one? Hal's nonsensical literature is also at its peak.
Green Lantern's smile faltered a bit; don't take polite words too seriously.
Wen Yue let Hal go; she has always been a kind and understanding player.
"Batman, can I borrow the converter?" Wen Yue's gaze swept between the two Batmen, though she didn't know which Batman had the converter.
Mr. Bat raised his hand and tossed the converter back with a swift and decisive motion, "Returning it to its rightful owner."
"It's not mine, it belongs to Damian, and now it belongs to Damian." Wen Yue selectively forgot that the converter was a gift from the world consciousness, but as for where the world consciousness got it from, she didn't know.
With the converter in hand, the central sphere bloomed like a flower, its shimmering light transforming into a blazing, dazzling little sun, radiating endless light that illuminated the entire area, and the darkness dissipated.
Through the large hole in the top floor of the building, a faint white light could be seen on the horizon, and dawn had broken without anyone noticing.
Unjust Super crashed to the ground, utterly powerless against the Superman of Universe One, the ground cracking like a spiderweb. Wen Yue raised her hand, and the converter sphere hovered in the air, controlling the space within a hundred miles. The spatial fluctuations around Unjust Super were sealed, and he was bound by invisible shackles, unable to move.
Wen Yue closed her eyes, used the Unjust Hyperlocation system to pinpoint the location of the Phantom Zone, and after a moment, found her target. A twitch appeared between her brows, causing ripples in the void, and Red Robin and the members of the Teen Titans appeared.
The young Titans of the Unjust World, imprisoned in the Phantom Zone by the Unjust at the beginning of their regime, have now finally seen the light of day again.
Red Robin's gaze lingered briefly on the player and his Bat-family home before settling on Batman, pleading, "Bruce, Connor..." He and the Teen Titans were forced into imprisonment because Injustice had shattered Connor's heart with a single punch, leaving no time for medical care. They had no choice but to agree to Injustice's demands and be banished to the Phantom Zone. There, Connor would survive as a psychic being unaffected by the laws of physics.
"Don't worry." Wen Yue took the lead, lightly tapping the converter and instantly appearing in front of Connor. Using the converter for spatial manipulation would save more energy.
"Leave it to me."
Bright, white light spots rose out of thin air, gently merging and converging into a vast river, rotating gracefully and softly becoming one with Connor. The gruesome wounds on his mangled chest healed at a visible speed, his damaged internal organs quickly regained life, his skin became smooth as before, and in the blink of an eye, he was completely unharmed.
"Thank you." Red Robin's attention was drawn to the recovered Connor. She carefully helped Connor up and sincerely thanked the player.
Wen Yue smiled slightly and nodded gently. "You're welcome."
Dressed in a well-tailored suit, with hair as white as raven feathers, he was dignified and noble, with an upright posture. When he got serious, he was quite intimidating.
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