Pixel Maniac in the Comic World

Chapter 32 Real usage?
  Terry was a little confused as to how he got back to his residence.

All he knew was that he seemed to be exhausted and his whole body ached.

However, he did not rush to use Blessings and Nebula Dewdrops to restore himself. Instead, he slowly experienced this feeling of exhaustion. Until he found that he did not even have the strength to turn the key to open the door, he sat on the steps leaning against the door. , put on the accessories and start to restore itself.

When he was almost recovered, he opened the door and went upstairs to take a shower, and lay on the bed and took off his accessories again.

There is no need for any process of emptying your mind, and you will faint as soon as you close your eyes.

There seems to be a thin layer of black veil floating in the pale spiritual world, giving it a strange hazy feeling, but if you don't look carefully, it seems like there is nothing there.

When he reached the gap in the mental barrier, Terry Lee saw the young man sitting on the thorns opposite looking at him excitedly: "Thank God, you are here - to be honest, I am very scared, I am afraid that even you, They will also abandon me."

Terry Lee smiled faintly and proved himself with actions.

He put his hand through the gap in the barrier and placed it on the back of the young man who was restrained on the Thorn Chair and unable to move.

The next moment, the real-life Terry Pickles wakes up in Gotham's Arkham Asylum.

"It hasn't been this quiet for a long time."

"This is my fault. When I shared your experience yesterday, I was partially infected by your emotions. To be honest, I no longer feel any grievances for a long time, but your emotions are relatively fragile -"

Terry Pickles, who was tied to the hospital bed, had a fierce look on his face: "I am a normal person! How can I be locked up in a lunatic asylum?!"

Terry Bai was a little embarrassed, coughed, and tried to move his hands, but the corset was tightly tied, and the amount of movement that could be moved was almost invisible to the naked eye.

The next second, his expression became gentle again, with some disapproval in his eyes, and he said, "But you attacked the psychiatrist after you woke up yesterday."

Terry Hei was silent for a few seconds, and suddenly said with a little desire: "I want to escape, can you help me?"

Terry Lee looked at the surrounding environment curiously: "Is this the cell in Arkham Asylum? It looks quite clean and tidy."

Terihei said expressionlessly, but Teribai always felt that the other party was blaming him vaguely. Due to the shared thinking between the two parties, Terihei simply stopped talking about this topic after realizing it.

"Of course!"

"Well, relatively speaking, it's certainly much better than where I live in most situations."

"If your side is black, you'll call it black. If my side is white, I'll call it white. How about that?"

"Hey, by the way, your name is Terry, and my name is Terry, should we agree on a simpler and easier-to-understand title for each other?"

His expression became fierce again: "Shouldn't he die?!"

"I don't care, just do whatever is convenient for you."

This time his consciousness was much more stable, without any hysterical shouting or violent actions - in fact, he couldn't move, his limbs were fixed by some kind of tough leather straps, and he could only lie on the bed and look up at the ceiling. .

"Escape from the asylum?"

"...The standard of naming needs to be improved, but I don't care."

His brows suddenly widened, and his mood was gentle: "That's right, that guy is obviously not a good bird. I mean the way, the way. You almost gnawed through his throat like a beast. You put those things that can determine whether we are normal or not. People were terrified.”

"Is this binding a little too harsh?"

"But you can't deny that I'm a normal person, right?"

Terry Pickles lamented.

"Of course, we're normal."

"So I have to leave. This environment is too bad and it restricts my freedom!"

Guard Victor, who was waiting at the door of the cell, couldn't help but shudder when he heard what was going on inside. Terry Pickles woke up at about the same time yesterday, so he was asked to wait and see here today.

Well, although I woke up today, I was so schizophrenic. This kind of conversation with the same voice expressing completely different emotions is really scary.

Victor calmly walked away, taking out a walkie-talkie with a special frequency and preparing to report.

From today on, Terry Pickles' cell has also been marked in Victor's heart as a place that cannot be approached.

"How can I help you?"

Terry Bai was a little confused: "I am also in this body now, and I am also tied up and unable to move. Besides, I don't really recommend you to escape from prison right away. According to the memory before time travel, Batman is not someone to be trifled with."

"Of course I know what you're saying, and I don't want to run out right away. That would immediately become a thorn in Batman's side." Terry Hei thought for a few seconds: "Share your super power with me."

Terry Bai: "How should I do it? Is this all I have to think about?"

"Try it. In theory, our souls are originally one."

"Okay, I'll try."

A few seconds later, part of the air in front of Terry Pickles began to distort, and some translucent pixel particles began to appear and combine until the inventory and status bar appeared completely in front of his eyes.

It worked!
  But not entirely successful.

Five red hearts represent one hundred health points, and one blue star represents twenty magic points.

There is a three-piece novice copper set in the inventory, but there is no novice gift pack.

Terry Pickles shared this superpower, but did not share Terry Lee's body panels and items he already owned.

After all, the two of them are not even in the same world, only spiritually connected to each other.

Terry Bai's attention shifted to the bronze sword.

Purple affix, sharp copper dagger.

Sharpness: +20% damage.

"Shall we use this to cut all the way out?"

Terry Black showed a look of contempt: "What's your bad idea? Even if it can break the door lock, the copper dagger can't deal with Batman."

"To be honest, since sharing your memory, I have discovered that you have been ignoring one of the true uses of this super power."

"Of course, it's just my intuition that it can be used in this way. Maybe you shouldn't be able to use it."

Terry Bai said that he disliked the Riddler very much, while Terry Black said that the Riddler is in a room in the corridor next door, and there is a chance to help you beat him up.

Terry Bai was speechless.

Terry Black raised the corners of his mouth, then took a deep breath and shouted toward the ceiling: "I'm completely awake, I want to see Batman!!!"

Twenty-six minutes later, Batman appeared at Terry Pickles's bedside.

He looked at Terry Pickles' state in silence, a little confused.

"I thought you were completely crazy."

Terry Pickles sneered: "You're not far from going crazy, Batman. I know you feel indebted to me in your heart, so I will help you wash away this unnecessary pity with great mercy."

"Do me a favor. I promise that we will have nothing to do with each other from now on. You can treat me as a real criminal without hesitation."

"You are a criminal!"

"But you do have some sense of indebtedness to me. There is no need to deny it. When I wake up, I can call you over with just one sentence. I am afraid that I am the only one in the lunatic asylum other than the clown who has this honor!"

Batman frowned and uttered a hoarse reply under the influence of the sound suppressor: "Any help that may help you escape from prison will not work. You know that I have been wary of you. I can judge whether all the items you want are contained." had other intentions."

"books."

"what?"

"Give me all the books you can get from the market or off the market, any major, any aspect, it doesn't matter, the more the better."

Terry Pickles looked at the confused Batman and showed a sarcastic smile: "Ever since I was kicked out of the orphanage through fabricated procedures, I haven't even finished school. Even if I can be released from prison in the future, I won't be able to finish it." The ability to survive in society in a serious manner.”

"Hahahaha, what kind of help did you give me before? I am living in society with nothing, what else can I do besides committing crimes?!"

"Don't you even have the compassion to let me master a skill? You hypocritical guy!"

The airflow as Batman turned around lifted up his black cape: "What do you want to learn?"

"How do I know? So it doesn't hurt to have a variety of things. I will slowly find the direction I am interested in."

(End of this chapter)