Chapter 50: Meeting My Gaze Is A Miracle
The most striking comparison.
The difference is clear at a glance.
Ian already had a good idea in his mind.
He felt that compared to the nightmare world he entered every night, his own silly system had the closest relationship with him.
It asked for no reward.
No tasks.
All it had was selfless dedication.
Silently helping Ian record every instance of growth—yes, experience points were just a record of his own growth in Ian’s view, but this didn’t stop him from being touched by the system’s selfless recording.
“Why aren’t you just pale-faced now, your whole body is even trembling a bit?” The female big shot tilted her head slightly, her black eyes full of incomprehension toward Ian’s change in expression.
“Low blood sugar, shaking from hunger, in urgent need of a kind person to feed me.” Ian’s eyes once again fixed on the black orb in the female big shot’s hand; he really wanted to know what he could gain from eating it.
A new profession?
Or explosive experience points?
Swallow a black pill into the belly, only then realize my fate is mine, not heaven’s!
Ian was full of anticipation.
But the female big shot had no intention of letting him have his way.
“This can’t be given to you; it needs proper handling.” The female big shot’s fingertip lightly tapped the surface of the black orb, and immediately, dark red nebulae surged inside the orb.
“Just let me touch it?”
Ian tried to reason.
“I assure you I won’t put it in my mouth.”
His assurance did not earn the female big shot’s trust.
“Your father was right… you really have pica, don’t you?” The female big shot covered her forehead with her other hand; she didn’t think Ian’s “sincere” expression had any persuasiveness.
“But it’s my trophy.” Ian still wanted to haggle; he truly couldn’t resist the temptation of 【compatible data】—even if he didn’t know what it was, his super intuition told him it would definitely be of great benefit to him.
“Your trophy?” The female big shot glanced at Ian, as if encountering for the first time a lifeform so bold in front of her, “I’ve been watching you all along.”
“This is clearly your father’s trophy.” She ruthlessly exposed the truth that although Ian had a role, it wasn’t much, and didn’t play any decisive factor.
“Ah?”
Ian really wanted to retort that ordinary NPCs are just like that; no matter how emotional, the decisive role wouldn’t be his—to blame only the group that set the main melody for a world like the DC universe.
“What do you want to say?”
The female big shot saw Ian hesitating to speak.
“But isn’t what my father has also mine? I can at least get a third, then beg Jonathan and Jordan, and the remaining two-thirds will definitely still be mine.”
Ian ultimately chose to continue reasoning.
This was truly reasonable.
The female big shot opened her mouth, utterly speechless.
The atmosphere was a bit awkward.
Moments later.
“This thing isn’t a toy, nor a source of power… Since it has already left the present world, I can’t let it return; that would be a poisoning to our world.”
The female big shot sighed helplessly, speaking in an extremely fatigued voice, “Don’t worry, your contribution won’t be neglected; we will give you sufficiently generous rewards.”
“Want strength, we’ll give it to you.” It had to be said that aside from being unable to read Ian’s mind, the female big shot’s insight was sharp; she saw why Ian wanted to swallow the fragment from another world.
So.
This incarnation of one of the universe’s supreme rules also gave Ian a promise.
“Okay, okay, bring it on! Show me!” Ian happened to be a contented person too; he knew he could still find other fragments and swallow them in one gulp when the big shot wasn’t paying attention.
Now.
He only wanted the curse of eternal undeath.
“…”
Seeing Ian spread his arms in a posture ready to receive something, the female big shot felt that in her past thousand years, the number of times she was speechless didn’t match these few days.
Staring at Ian for a long while.
Seeing that Ian had no intention of putting his hands down.
【Death Resistance: You will be completely immune to death for the rest of your life; even if turned into a neutrino, you cannot truly die—He probably really doesn’t want to see you every day.】
Suddenly.
After sighing, the female big shot pointed her finger at Ian’s brow, and thus, the temporary curse on Ian’s status bar fully transformed into a permanently enduring state.
“So I won’t die now? Then is this eternal life?” Ian became a bit greedy again; his contentment was Schrödinger’s contentment—content only when he had no choice but to be.
“Believe me, that will not be a reward. Some rules exist not just to constrain.” The female big shot shook her head and did not adopt Ian’s suggestion.
“Alright.”
Ian blinked his eyes.
And chose contentment again.
He ultimately got what he wanted; the DC universe finally had its own Deadpool! Ian believed he would be much more popular than Deadpool from the Marvel Universe!
“This is a little personal return from me to you; as for our commendation to you, you’ll feel it in your future life.” The female big shot spoke as if about to turn and leave.
Ian didn’t want to give up this chance to probe for information just like that.
“Wait, that… can you talk about world fusion? No other meaning, just pure curiosity; you know, I’m a studious person in school.”
Ian’s attempt to cover up wasn’t very strong.
At least the female big shot didn’t suspect.
“Other universes are being compatible into our universe, but this compatibility is hard to detect because it’s not a barbaric invasion; things in the universe won’t sense it at all.”
“Everything will operate in a reasonable way; even we can hardly detect it, like ink of different colors mixing into clear water—the more similar the colors of the ink, the harder to distinguish after fusion.”
The female big shot’s voice carried a heavy tone.
At this moment, Ian seemed to realize why after becoming a 【Death Knight’s Follower】, his world recognition, or so-called status weight, hadn’t increased.
The Death Knight was also an outsider integrator like him!
“So, is this good or bad?” Ian carefully probed; he felt that even with a “legal identity,” he needed to prepare for a rainy day.
What if.
The big shots of the DC universe were set on clearing all foreign elements.
“Some good, some bad. Due to cases that can be discovered being too rare, even we still can’t judge which is good and which is bad.”
“Of course, there is influence, like salt dissolving in water—you can’t see the salt grains, but the water becomes salty. What we can guarantee is only that the world’s operation won’t be greatly affected by this.”
“After all, in such fusions, what universes seek from each other is merely survival.” The female big shot’s attitude sounded relatively tolerant toward universe fusion situations.
She, or They, were just particularly harsh toward invasions from shattered universes. It had to be said, this might be very good news for Ian.
“Want to ask anything else?” This big shot was clearly different from their first meeting; now she was obviously very patiently explaining to Ian.
And the reason the female big shot did this.
Actually had a cause.
“If you discover similar anomalies, you can tell me; I will always maintain a state of listening to your prayers—I think you’ve already figured out who I am, right.”
The female big shot’s gaze at Ian was full of deep meaning.
“…”
Ian was clearly a bit guilty.
“Something you can’t detect, how could I possibly? I’m just Son of Superman, and an adopted one at that.” He tried to use self-deprecation to conceal his guilt.
To this.
The female big shot saw it all.
“Yes, adopted son; that might be the reason you’re special… Kryptonians aren’t nearly this special.” The female big shot’s voice was as soft as feathers brushing by.
She raised the black orb in her hand again.
As if observing.
“Due to rules, we can’t directly touch such things; your father’s first action let us discover it, but how to force it to manifest again became a problem.”
“That’s why I need someone to assist… and why I chose you: I had no choice.” The female big shot’s words gave Ian a foggy feeling.
“What do you mean? Help me with some reading comprehension.” Ian blinked, hoping she wouldn’t be the Riddler; the Riddler didn’t have good endings outside of Gotham.
“You ask me, who do I ask? I’m still waiting for you to discover it yourself and tell me the reason.” The female big shot smiled slightly, as if not so eager for the answer.
Her figure began to fade.
Even the black orb in her hand was disappearing along with her.
“To shield my omniscience, that’s a miracle in itself. And to interact with me like this, it’s definitely not because of that old man’s favor you carry.”
Miss Death gradually disappeared.
“I’m an incarnation of the rules; not all lives have the right to gaze upon me and remember me… Little one, think carefully: what kind of existence will you be?”
Her last lingering voice left only a meaningful remark.
Then.
Black and white receded.
The world resumed operation.
