Chapter 90 The Knight World Ends: A mere fatal wound is insignificant.
As the sky grew dim, Batman's gaze shifted slightly, and when it fixed on the player, he couldn't help but catch his breath.
At this moment, Wen Yue resembled a shattered porcelain vase, with countless lines of blood swirling and spreading across her skin, and faint beads of blood seeping out, leaving traces on her white inner shirt. Her blue eyes, once radiant, now had a faint, almost transparent glow, and her half-closed eyelids revealed a hint of weariness.
Although his face remained expressionless, his trembling breaths betrayed a hint of pain. The player swayed slightly, as if he might shatter with a gust of wind.
“Bruce, your body…” Batman hesitated, a rare occurrence.
"No big deal." A mere fatal wound is nothing to worry about; it'll just be a minor scraping. Players are always the most stubborn.
Countless bat-like figures appeared on the boundless horizon, sweeping across the mountains and plains; the battle to protect the world was far from over.
Wen Yue looked up at the sky and said, "It seems that Kuang Xiao has prepared a big gift for us in order to buy us time."
The maniacal laugh wanted to distract the player, preventing them from focusing on him as they tried to take over the body—but this was unnecessary, because the maniacal laugh's opponent wasn't the player.
Batman narrowed his eyes: "Those are different versions of Bruce Wayne, created by the Laughing to become the real Bat-Man. Their timing is too perfect; it seems the activation condition was the Laughing's vital signs disappearing." Having reviewed the information provided by the players, Batman knew the true form of Bat-Man.
"As expected, Batman's greatest enemy is himself..." Wen Yue said with deep emotion, waving her hand forward. "Now it's our turn to perform! Holy angels, bring light to the world! All troops, attack!"
Space rippled, and countless demonic fallen angels poured out of the game inventory, obeying the Lord's will and charging headlong into the overwhelming horde of bat-men.
Batman's eye twitched as he stared at the Parademon's gray-black wings and its aura of battle intent and slaughter, hesitating to speak.
Countless dark feathers of light fluttered and danced, their dreamlike interplay representing the two extremes of darkness and light, locked in fierce battle.
The player felt a profound sense of loss. The Mother Box's energy was depleted, and the player's connection with the Black God had been severed, rendering them unable to use the Black God's unique corrupting and distorting abilities to transform the bat-men. However, for Bruce Wayne, direct annihilation might also be a relief; let them rest in peace.
As time passed and the battle subsided, the player's Parademons and Fallen Angels were far ahead in both numbers and strength. Burning ashes fell from the sky, making Gotham seem as if it had been covered in a heavy snowfall. After the gloomy snow, the whole world was renewed.
The clear sun shines brightly, and the gentle breeze is serene. The sun appears, its light blazing fiercely.
The clear morning light illuminates everything, and a gentle breeze blows calmly. The soft, gentle light falls, and the tranquil mist intertwines with the falling strands of hair, making the figure in the center of the battlefield seem as if it is about to melt into the light.
A message came from a higher dimension: Lucifer, wielding the Sword of Eden, slew the Black God. Even though the Bat-Laughing had been resurrected within a divine body, he had only stolen a portion of God's power. Without authority and status, he was no God and was utterly powerless before the truly omniscient and omnipotent being, Lucifer.
After a series of twists and turns, the players' side has now achieved a true victory across the board.
Wen Yue exhaled softly, opened her hands amidst the flickering light and dust, and gently raised them.
With a sliver of strength remaining, the player chose to finish what they started, choosing between repairing Wayne Manor and mending its shell.
The sunken crater receded back into the bat cave, the flat ground was covered with lawns and green plants again, the foundation was repaired to outline the manor's shape, soft warm lights shone from inside the house, time flowed backward and the old days reappeared, Wayne Manor returned to the way it was before everything happened.
The shell that the world consciousness provides for players is ultimately just a set of data. The body that was transformed by the vampire was destroyed because the data was contaminated. Now, the player's shell is just a little cracked. Minor flaws don't matter. It can be patched up and repaired for another year. It can be handed over to the world consciousness for further repairs.
However, in this world's Wayne Manor, the world consciousness isn't here and can't be relied upon. Besides, it rarely interferes in the affairs of other worlds. It's better for the players to handle it, since it was created by her.
Thinking of the half-white-haired butler, Ah Fu, players' long-lost conscience resurfaced.
With this matter concluded and everything settled, Wen Yue was now somewhat unsteady on her feet. She comfortably occupied the only computer chair and ordered Batman to bring her some clean clothes to change into, as the white shirt stained with blood was too conspicuous.
Fortunately, there weren't many blood lines on his face, so players who always pay attention to their appearance could still pass muster. The cracks had stopped oozing blood, and with the new clothes on, he looked completely normal at first glance, except that his face was a little pale.
While waiting for the Bat-family team to return home after completing their mission, Wen Yue lazily nestled in her chair, discussing Jason's situation with Batman.
A superficial expression of sympathy is nothing but condescending arrogance. The player and Batman are discussing Jason's physical condition and subsequent treatment.
Influenced by God's authority, Jason will gradually transform into a terrestrial angel, establishing an unbreakable bond with the player. Batman can contact the player through Jason if needed.
"...The power will gradually repair his body, but it will not change his human genes. At most, he will reach the peak of human physical strength." Wen Yue paused. "I am powerless to help with his mental trauma. I will have to rely on you."
"The best salvation is to arrive as promised, but I am too late..." There are too many things that Batman is powerless to do. He is surrounded by a low-pressure atmosphere, his brows are furrowed, and his gaze is drifting into the distance.
Wen Yue looked up at Batman: "Don't let the Joker succeed. Like you said, we can make amends together." All that has passed with the wind belongs to yesterday; all that remains after the storm is what faces the future.
Batman turned around and nodded slightly: "Are you alright in your current state?"
"I should take a break for a while. After I return to my original world, I'll have the Justice League fill in for me as Batman," Wen Yue said slyly.
"My watchtower is complete, and I plan to formally establish the Justice League afterward." The Justice League in Batman's world is still in the planning stage.
"Remember to say hello to the superheroes of this world for me." Wen Yue raised an eyebrow.
The manor's surveillance system alerted that the bat family members had returned home.
"Well done."
Congratulations on your triumphant return.
The two Batmen spoke at the same time, looked at each other, and couldn't help but smile at each other.
As the crowd drew closer and their vision became clearer, the cracks on the player's exposed skin were startling, like flawless white jade shattering, causing a chill to run down their spines.
"Are you alright, Bruce?" Robin Tim's throat tightened.
“If you want some advice about death, I’ll help you,” Jason Red Hood said coldly.
Wen Yue smiled inwardly without showing any emotion: Jason's words of concern are always too hellish, but they will never be outdated.
“I think you need some help, but not Jason’s kind of help, of course,” Nightwing Dick said worriedly.
"It's just a ruptured subcutaneous capillary. It looks scary, but it's nothing serious." With wide eyes revealing his determination and continued stubbornness, the player casually rested his fingers on his knees. He then changed the subject, "Raven and I have to go back to our own world. We have some things to take care of. From now on, we have to say goodbye."
The raven flapped its wings and landed on the back of the player's seat, with worry showing in DouDou's eyes.
Wen Yue patted the bird's head, used the handrail for support to stand up, and Jason reached out to help her.
"Thank you, Jason." Expressing her gratitude calmly, Wen Yue took the opportunity to turn around and give him a hug, a slight smile playing on her lips. To avoid showing favoritism, the player opened his arms wide and gave everyone a hug as well.
With a wave of farewell, the player and the raven disappeared from the spot.
Like all travelers passing through, I hastily left behind a memory and a fleeting silhouette.
The operation was successfully completed, and Jason turned and left without any hesitation.
Batman called out to the departing figure: "Jason... there will always be a room for you at Wayne Manor."
The once dark Batcave was now bathed in soft light. Jason paused slightly, then disappeared around the corner without a word.
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Happiness seems to be just a fleeting embellishment at a certain moment, like fallen flowers that have fallen into the mud and turned to ashes, decaying with the passage of time.
Inside the safe house, Jason routinely watered the plants on the windowsill and sat by the window maintaining his firearms.
Some time has passed since the battle that brought about the global crisis, and Jason has returned to his peaceful daily life, using the codename Red Hood to become an anti-hero in Gotham, straddling the line between good and evil.
These days he keeps a distance from the Bat family, neither too close nor too far, and of course, it would be even better if Dick didn't keep bothering him.
The swords, linked by their souls, vibrated and rang. Jason paused, frowned, and summoned the swords from within his body.
"Jason, you finally answered! That was really something..." A scene flashed before my eyes: Wen Yue, legs crossed, raised a wine glass full of cola and made a toasting gesture: "Celebrating the successful completion of our first cross-world communication. This is a new skill I've mastered. How about it? Isn't it nice?"
"This thing can play videos? What exactly did you give me?" Jason had a familiar feeling, and he was once again amazed by the players.
“Don’t worry about those trivial things. You should raise the glass next to you now and let’s shout ‘Cheers!’” The familiar tone was as if it were yesterday, and Wen Yue blinked and smiled warmly.
Players are always bright and composed, no matter what.
Jason, of course, didn't have a cup next to him. He raised the gun in his hand and made a threatening shooting gesture.
"Ah, you've struck a chord with my heart." Wen Yue clutched her chest, slumped back in her chair, closed her eyes, and smiled as she passed away.
The familiar tune made Jason roll his eyes, a slight smile involuntarily creeping onto his lips.
...
Influenced by God's authority, Jason's body was constantly repairing itself, as if basking in warm sunlight, experiencing a strange sense of comfort and peace. The healing proceeded silently; the glaring "J" on his face was gone, and after the scar disappeared, Jason paid no further attention to it.
The things the Joker left behind could never accompany him for his entire life.
He will never be defeated by anything; after all, tomorrow is another day.
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Author's Note: *Note: This is a quotation mark.
The sun rose, its light blazing brightly.
*The clear sun shines brightly, and the gentle breeze is serene.
—Ruan Ji, Wei-Jin Dynasty, "Thirteen Poems Expressing My Feelings, No. 1"
All that has vanished with the wind belongs to yesterday; what remains after weathering the storm is what faces the future.
Happiness seems to be just a fleeting embellishment at a certain moment.
Never be defeated by anything, after all, tomorrow is another day.
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