Chapter 72: Perfect Divinity! [kneeling For Follow-up Reading]
Seeing Gotham’s Master ask.
Ian instinctively picked up the mobile phone to chew it to pieces. Teeth are humanity’s most primitive and most powerful built-in weapon; even if they broke, it had no impact on him with his self-healing skill—for Ian, breaking a few teeth every few days could even save the family money on taking him to the dentist for cavities during puberty.
“I advise you not to do that.”
A low and hoarse voice came from the other end of the telephone, “I’ve added a small bomb to this mobile phone; once it’s severely squeezed, it will explode with the smell of shit in your mouth.”
At these words.
Ian’s action immediately came to an abrupt halt.
“The smell of shit!?”
The youth’s eyes were full of shock.
It was clear he was really scared.
“Want to bet? It might also be the fragrance of privet flowers?” The genuine Batman’s calm voice sounded like that of a demon in the youth’s ears.
Privet flowers didn’t matter.
But the fragrance like privet flowers.
Ian really couldn’t bring himself to bite down.
Even the Metropolis Gambler had times when he didn’t dare to bet—Batman was indeed Batman; Ian felt that at this moment, he was just like those villains in Gotham, full of hesitation.
“Actually, the signal here isn’t great… wait for me, wait for me while I change places.” Ian braced himself to pretend he couldn’t hear clearly, but Batman on the other end of the telephone seemed to have already anticipated his little trick.
“The satellite linking the communication is right above you; the position you’re standing in now has the best signal on Earth.” It had to be said, Batman was not as easy to deal with as Bruce Wayne.
“If you want to say something like you’re the Metropolis Batman and have nothing to do with Gotham Batman, I want to tell you in advance, all the combination names and homophones you can think of.”
“I own the copyrights to them all.”
He really… Ian really wanted to cry to death. How had it only been twenty or thirty hours since their last meeting, and suddenly he felt completely pinned down.
“I actually have a hero dream too, to be honest… I admired Batman even before I was born, and that’s exactly why I was bewitched and controlled by the demon.”
Luckily, Ian also had the habit of making backup plans.
“Demon?”
A light laugh came from the other end of the telephone, like he’d heard something amusing. And at that moment, Ian hurriedly jumped back from the edge of the building to a rooftop out of the reporter’s camera view.
“The demon is here; can you see it? Does this mobile phone have a pedophilic camera for peeping at minors?” Ian lifted his cloak, pointing the mobile phone’s front camera at his butt that had previously been covered by the cloak.
One could see.
A Demonic Minotaur with its mouth gagged was hanging behind Ian’s butt, the Demonic Minotaur also smeared with thick Joker makeup, as if proving that the youth had his own Joker too.
How could this not be proof that Ian was also Batman?
“…”
Perhaps Batman was really peeping with this mobile phone camera.
He fell into a long silence.
Very silent.
Ian could only hear the heavy breathing from the other end of the telephone.
“Batman is a spirit; inherit the bat spirit, starting from me, starting small… You can be Batman, I can be Batman, everyone can be Batman! This world has never had a Batman, or rather, everyone is Batman!” The silence in the air made Ian feel awkward, so he chose to do a wave of flattery.
However.
On the other end of the telephone.
Batman’s breathing became even heavier.
Moments later.
“If that’s the case, I think this world is doomed.” Batman’s emotions remained steady even when speaking, merely giving a deep-voiced critique of Ian’s flattery. He no longer wanted to discuss the Batman issue at all; that minotaur’s makeup had nearly made him lose control of his blood pressure.
“Suppose, just suppose, I quibble again and say this was Green Arrow who appeared in my dream and told me to do it; would you be willing to pretend to believe me and go pick a fight with Green Arrow—not, pick a chicken?”
Ian still wanted to try being a child skilled at quibbling.
Unexpectedly, Batman seemed not to intend to hold this impostor accountable.
“With great power comes great responsibility—with that line, I’ll save your life once. Get in the car.” Instead, he gave Ian a suggestion in a slightly emotional voice.
“Save my life?”
Ian was still confused.
“Your father will arrive at your location in three minutes… and I’ve done all I can.” Batman’s voice was very flat, but Ian’s face instantly flushed red.
“Damn! You’re doing your best to stall me for him!”
He was furious.
Somewhat panicked.
After looking left and right, he didn’t choose to ride the Batmobile; he still didn’t dare to bet on Batman’s magnanimity, so he chose a sprint and jumped off the building on the spot.
Amid everyone’s shocked gazes, Ian performed a free fall.
“Ah! Where’s his hook line?”
“Oh my god! Batman jumped off the building!”
“Quick, film it! ‘The Death of Batman’! Absolute front-page news!”
…
The reporters were in chaos, cameras frantically aimed at the falling figure. However, the expected tragedy didn’t happen— the black figure merely lay motionless on the ground for a dozen seconds after landing.
Just as the reporters hesitated whether to approach and capture precious photos of Batman smashed into a flat bat, the black mass on the ground suddenly crawled forward on all fours.
Shock!
Unbelievable!
The hearts of a group of Metropolis people seemed to suffer a critical hit.
Moments later.
Finally, a wise reporter realized something.
“Is this the origin of the Batman title? Most bats crawl in such a twisted way after landing!” This reporter’s realization led the others among the crowd and reporters to catch on.
It made sense.
Everyone felt it made sense.
Flashbulbs lit up again; in the TV station live stream image, the black figure first crawled along the ground like a bat for a dozen meters, then suddenly stood up and sprinted away into the distance at astonishing speed.
There must be many viewers who saw this scene because of the live stream.
They got it too.
“This is the real Batman!”
All recognition and praise grow from understanding.
She understood.
He understood.
They all understood.
Ian’s job transfer mission naturally hit at the right moment, coinciding perfectly and unexpectedly completing as a result.
【Ding! Job Transfer Mission completed!】
【New profession: Savage Tyrant recorded!】
【Obtained talent skill—Perfect Divinity!】
Smoothly completing the job transfer mission was absolutely something to be happy about, but Ian couldn’t be happy right now; he didn’t even have time to check his newly obtained ability.
The reason was simple.
The reporters were already exclaiming that Superman had appeared.
They saw Superman flying in the sky.
Only Ian knew that was Father chasing behind him.
