Chapter 68 The Injustice League Ends: Player: Then I'll just have to take it all by force...
The harmonious scene contrasted sharply with the extreme indifference of the injustice, his gaze fixed on Mr. Bat and Wen Yue.
"Batman, I hate you." Imprisoned in place, Injustice's eyes were bloodshot, and his low voice revealed heart-wrenching pain. He had witnessed the player emerge from Damian's body, knew that he had been completely manipulated by another Batman these past few days, and the trust he had once placed in had now turned into a blade piercing him. Hatred surged within him.
Batman, once a close friend, is now a player impersonating Damian, falling into the Batman trap time and time again.
Mr. Bat ignored him, continuing to tap on the intelligent control panel without looking up, setting the machine to lock Bu Yichao in the Red Sun Cell.
"..." Wen Yue opened her mouth, but ultimately lowered her head and fled as if escaping. The player arrived too late and was powerless to change the past of Bu Yichao.
As the player turned and disappeared into the lobby, Bu Yichao's fingers twitched involuntarily. He then met Batman's gaze, turned away, closed his eyes, and sat down, silently refusing to communicate through his actions.
Once the world's best duo, now they stand side by side in silence.
Time presents countless facets, and ultimately, each person bears their own joys and sorrows. The dawn breaks but cannot illuminate the endless desolation in his heart; the dust settles but cannot stop the incessant rain in his memory.
Everyone wants Injustice to be a human being, yet no one treats him as a human being. Whether it's his comrades or the entire world, they judge this god among men with lofty moral standards, yet they cannot empathize with the suffering of the Kryptonians.
The Metropolis nuclear explosion killed his wife and unborn child. In his most vulnerable moment, when he needed comfort the most, he received only inexplicable condemnation. Unjustly burdened the world with his past regrets, but the evil of this world caused him to collapse, leading him further and further astray, unwilling to look back.
When those subjected to moral blackmail give up entirely, when the belief in God on earth crumbles, and when humanity, once so high and mighty, is liberated, the world ultimately welcomes the arrival of this tyrannical dictator. Perhaps, in this battle, everyone is a loser.
There are too many things in the world that are beyond our control. Wen Yue gazed into the void, feeling lost and extremely heavy-hearted.
The player pondered the whereabouts of the world's consciousness again. Before arriving in the world of injustice, she had always believed that the world's consciousness was waiting for her there. However, so many days had passed, and the player had never sensed its presence. It seemed as if the world's consciousness had vanished without a trace, which was not right.
"Bruce, are we going back today?" A black hole suddenly appeared in mid-air, and the elusive raven poked its head out to ask.
"Return." Darkseid's army is about to arrive in the world of Warm Joy, and players must return as soon as possible to fight against the invasion.
"Okay, I'll go prepare." The raven and the black hole disappeared together.
Wen Yue stood there stunned for a moment, then realized she should also make some preparations.
As dawn breaks in the east, all things begin to awaken.
Damian, who had stayed up all night, leaned against the wall and closed his eyes to rest, while Nightwing chattered incessantly beside him: "I strongly protest! Why did Bruce behave so differently inside me than you? You know, those were the longest few minutes of my life. And I must clarify something here: those things I said about the League of Assassins really weren't my words. I'm not taking the blame for that..."
"Okay, shut up." Damian was extremely annoyed. The player had been transferred from his body. Although he was unconscious, he was fully conscious and knew what was going to happen next.
"You know? Wait a minute..." Although Nightwing was in charge of cleaning up the mess outside, he saw the player emerge from Damian's body through the ubiquitous surveillance cameras. At this moment, he seemed to have a sudden realization. Connecting this with Damian's act of faking an accident on the spot, he suddenly understood: "Damian, tell me honestly, did you and Bruce team up to set me up?"
“Dick, it’s good to be a little confused sometimes.” Wen Yue patted Ye Yi on the shoulder, startling him with her sudden appearance.
"I advise you to think carefully before you speak, and to consider things thoroughly before you act." Damian placed his hand on the hilt of his sword, staring at the player with a veiled threat.
“Okay, Dick, it’s a coincidence, it has nothing to do with Damian, I did it all.” Wen Yue readily agreed and honestly changed her story.
"It's a coincidence, do you think I believe that?" Nightwing retorted.
Damian scoffed, "Fool."
Wen Yue shrugged innocently. She told the truth, but Nightwing didn't believe her, and there was nothing the players could do.
"Damian, I have something I'd like to discuss with you privately." Wen Yue put on a saintly, benevolent smile.
Nightwing's eye twitched as he looked at this player bat, who was definitely acting strangely. He quickly retreated, taking his leave without hesitation, fearing that if he lingered even a second longer, he would also be exiled. Respect for elders and care for the young—this blessing was for his underling to enjoy alone.
"What are you doing?" Damian became more vigilant in the face of the malevolent Fourth Calamity.
"Damian, actually I have a lot of troubles that I can't find anyone to confide in. Pressure, burdens, trivial matters, confusion... No one can understand my sorrow, and no one has ever explored my heart. It's not appropriate to talk about these things with anyone else, only you, the person I trust the most."
"Speak your mind." Damian's first reaction to the player's melancholy was to be wary.
Wen Yue feigned injury, clutching her chest and weeping under the moon: "I have too much money, I can't possibly spend it all. Every child in my family has a black card with unlimited spending, but my wallet keeps growing, it's really worrying me, please help me solve this." The player, with an air of authority, shoved a black card into Damian's hand.
"But this black card can only be used in my world. Otherwise, come home with me." All this buildup was for this one sentence.
Damian: "..."
"I don't know what kind of family would only give their child five dollars a week, unlike me, who only feels sorry for the kids." The player continued his witty remarks.
Damian: "What exactly are you trying to say?"
"Do I mean, do you want to come to my world and be rice?" Wen Yue asked bluntly.
“No.” Damian refused without hesitation.
He immediately felt an overwhelming sense of exhaustion. Before he could react, his consciousness became hazy, and he felt weak all over. Within a few breaths, he collapsed to the ground.
Wen Yue took out the burlap sack she had prepared long ago, and quickly put Damian in it and carried him on her shoulder.
"Then I'll have no choice but to take it by force." Wen Yue knew she couldn't persuade Damian in a short time, and not wanting to waste the already tight time, she packed him up and took him away without any hesitation. Carrying the sack, she swaggered all the way to the hall, and immediately ran away when she saw Mr. Bat.
The bat-like figure stopped the player, who seemed guilty, halfway through the journey. "What's in the sack?"
Wen Yue spoke seriously, in a deep voice, as she solemnly lied, "Packed local specialties." Bringing some local specialties home was perfectly reasonable.
Mr. Bat narrowed his eyes, gripping Wen Yue's arm tightly to prevent her from escaping. "Put her down."
Okay, the player went too far in trying to cover up and was discovered by the child's original parents.
"Late-blown affection is worth less than grass," Wen Yue commented sharply, obediently putting down the sack. After the Bat Lord let go, she pondered how to seize Damian and escape when he was off guard.
As if sensing the player's thoughts, Mr. Bat blocked the escape route, staring intently at the player.
Wen Yue forced herself to remain calm, subtly glancing up several times, only to repeatedly meet Batman's sharp gaze. She truly understood how Jason felt when he was sending messages to players during a meeting; this Batman was a real headmaster.
"Sigh." Wen Yue knew that her plan to grab the bag and run away would not come to fruition this time. She knew that she could not take the child home this time. Damian would stay in this world for the time being, and the players could come back to kidnap him later.
The player, empty-handed, shook his head and sighed as he walked toward the teleporter. Batman followed closely behind, like a guard watching over a dangerous fugitive, creating a scene that was strangely comical.
"That's too much." Wen Yue glanced behind her and muttered under her breath, expressing her strong condemnation.
"Hmm." Tim, holding the teleportation device, nodded in agreement, then turned to the player and asked, "What outrageous thing have you done this time?"
"...Hmph." Wen Yue's lips curled down. The greatest tragedy of a family is being too harsh on one's own family members. The player disagreed.
"Did I wrong you?" Jason, engrossed in cleaning his gun, looked up and asked.
"..." This time, the player dared not speak, fearing that the hot-tempered little brother would lash out with his fists.
“It’s okay, Bruce.” Dick smiled innocently. “Next time you do something naughty, do it quietly. You can bring one of us along. There’s strength in numbers.”
Mr. Bat's brow twitched: Is this how you use the saying "many hands make light work"?
Raven shook its head helplessly behind them. Although it had adapted to the rhythm of the player Bat's house, keeping up with this advanced rhythm was a different matter.
"Sigh, the world is going to the dogs, and people's hearts are no longer what they used to be." Wen Yue had already resigned herself to her bat-bird, and was used to being humiliated every day. "Where has the trust between people gone? Living like this is really like walking on thin ice."
Wen Yue pretended to wipe away her tears, but when she realized no one was paying attention to her, she gave up on the act and, with a self-sufficient excuse, said, "Forget it, maybe this is just fickleness. Once there's a new bat, you start to dislike the old one." She openly dissed everyone present.
"Heh." Another interjection delivered the perfect finishing touch, and everyone tacitly went about their own business.
No one answered, leaving the room silent.
"..."
The opponent didn't respond, and the player was also at a loss.
Oh no, the acting beast and master of verbal sparring, AKA Fourth Calamity, has met its true nemesis.
With the Injustice League's mission concluded, all the visitors from the other world are preparing to return home. The Justice League of Universe One has successfully returned to their own world; now it's the players' turn.
"Damian, life still has a source, don't forget your destination." With a spatial fluctuation, Wen Yue tossed the converter to Damian before leaving, saying, "Come visit me often, I'll always welcome you." The player's world would be his eternal destination and his final resting place.
Damian, who had just struggled out of the sack and was still sulking with the players, reacted quickly and caught the converter. He was slightly taken aback, and when he looked up, the players had already disappeared.
Staring into the empty hall, Damian remained silent for a long while before turning and leaving. Nightwing gave Batman a disappointed look and followed Damian.
The bat-like old man stood still, looking desolate and forlorn in the wind.
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Author's note: Batman is a winner in life, while Chao is a loser.
Then we'll see if we can arrange a side story where the player, after becoming a god, reverses the Injustice universe, sending several key Justice League superheroes back in time to change the tragic story.
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