Me and countless me.

Chapter 643 Major Death Event

"So, as the police chief of Gotham, with so many people dying in Gotham, all you're worried about is your daughter's romantic relationships?"

Batman felt somewhat helpless, but he also knew he shouldn't be too harsh on Gordon. After all, Gordon was just a person who had to support his family and take care of his daughter, unlike himself, who had no children, no parents, and almost no weaknesses.

He is extremely cautious even when sleeping with women, and there is absolutely no possibility that a woman would secretly give birth to his child after sleeping with him!
So he softened his tone.

"The recent deaths in Gotham have been very unusual. I saw a notebook where anyone who writes their name down will die. The user can even write down the manner of death. It's a rather evil notebook, falling into the realm of superpowers and mythology..."

Unsure of the other person's trustworthiness, he secretly flicked a listening device into their hair while they were talking, ensuring they were under his complete surveillance for several hours.

Of course, to be on the safe side, he had already installed miniature cameras and listening devices in Gordon's house before he arrived, in order to prevent Gordon from doing anything irrational after finding the Book of the Dead.

"Huh? Are you kidding me? Batman, something out of a storybook, actually exists? Do you think this is a Hogwarts fairy tale?"

Gordon was speechless. As someone who dealt with criminals all his life, he was the least superstitious person. He believed that if ghosts and such things really existed, there wouldn't be so many wrongful convictions in the world.

There's no need for police or detectives; just bring the mediums to the police station and provide them with enough thugs, and that will suffice.

"It's true!"

Batman spoke sharply and moved closer to Gordon, like a bat hissing at a man.

At that moment, the rain, which Gotham never fails to bring, began to fall. Large raindrops soaked Gordon's hair, allowing him to see clearly the serious and earnest look in the eyes of the man before him, his anxiety revealing a hint of guilt.

After a moment of silence, Gordon took the rain-soaked cigarette from his mouth and spoke in a tone of someone who had been through it all.

“It seems you feel guilty… But believe me, child, whether this thing is real or not, or how many tragedies it has caused, it has nothing to do with you. You don’t need to feel any pressure.”

Batman remained silent. Both of them knew it was impossible. Neither Gordon nor Batman would treat the victim as someone unrelated to them.

"Haven't you noticed how strange the recent deaths in Gotham have been?"

Batman asked again, and Gordon sighed.

"I'm sorry, but people have been killed by nuclear bombs in Gotham. It's normal for there to be bizarre deaths. You should understand one thing, kid: Gotham is a city that has seen hundreds of thousands of people flock there every year for nearly a century, but it's still only a city of ten million people... How many people die mysteriously every day? I'm sorry, that's an astronomical number. We simply can't distinguish which cases were caused by that cursed book you mentioned."

At this point, Gordon himself felt somewhat helpless, but this is Gotham, this is their city, a city that is always shrouded in dark clouds, a city that seems to never see the sun.

"So trying to determine who got the book by the method of death is absolutely impossible, unless this guy has an obsessive-compulsive tendency to use only one method of death and is limited to one area... but who would be that stupid?"

Batman remained silent, because even he knew very well that it was impossible to determine who possessed the Book of the Dead based on the manner of death or even the location of death. That was why he risked seeking Gordon's help.

But now it seems Gordon has no other options.

“I understand, but I still need you to keep an eye on the recent strange deaths.”

After saying that, Batman was about to leave, but Gordon's phone rang immediately, so Batman didn't leave. Gordon didn't try to hide it either. After all, there was only one person in the city who could use Batman's clothes and equipment and act as Batman without being killed by those people.

Therefore, both Batman and Gordon heard a piece of news.

"Falcone's second son fell to his death?"

In that instant, both Batman and Gordon thought of Maroney, who had just fallen to his death!

"It can't be such a coincidence!"

Gordon realized this and immediately turned to ask Batman for his opinion, only to find that Batman had disappeared sometime earlier.

This made Gordon put down his phone, and he spoke with some annoyance.

"This guy... is so rude."

However, just as Gordon was about to go downstairs, he happened to see his daughter Barbara and his old colleague, Dinah, the daughter of his former colleague codenamed Black Canary, heading to a place together.

"damn it……"

Covering his head, Gordon hesitated for less than a second between his work and his daughter before reluctantly heading to the scene of the crime. After all, he had to be there; otherwise, if the Maroney and Falcone families went to war, all the citizens of Gotham would be doomed.

However, Li Ke had no time to pay attention to Barbara and Dina. Although the two were on their way to an abandoned factory he had set up to await his guidance, he also sensed the death of the second host of the Book of the Dead and the emergence of a third host.

So he immediately rushed to the scene of the crime and saw Alberto's comical death in the feedback from the Book of the Dead, as well as the third owner of the Book of the Dead.

A small child.

A little child scavenging.

These kinds of kids are everywhere in Gotham. They wander around near restaurants with homeless people, eat food that's about to expire and try to find a place to live.

Unfortunately, most of Gotham's orphans never grow up, and Gotham's welfare institutions are meaningless; in fact, they can be described as Gotham's largest human trafficking center.

Therefore, by the time Li Ke had spent some time finding the orphan's hiding place and a place to observe him, death had already arrived.

Death, still dressed as a gothic girl, looked down at the child with a delighted expression, while Alberto lay dazed and completely out of his mind beside her.

Clearly, although the Book of Death was created by Li Ke, it borrowed the rules of death in this world, and without Li Ke's intervention, death easily intercepted Alberto's soul.

The moment Li Ke landed, Death smiled and tilted his head, asking him a question.

"Whose name do you think this child will write?"

Li Ke was stunned for a moment, then looked at the child who had obtained the Book of the Dead. He instantly sensed that the child was pure and innocent, a kind and innocent child. This was almost impossible in Gotham. It meant that the child had never done anything that violated universal values, which was practically a miracle for the city.

But what made Li Ke sweat was—

This visual.

It's exclusively for the gods of the underworld!

To be able to determine someone's lifespan at a glance, to see through their good and evil, to know how many sins they have committed, how many good deeds they have done, and what they have thought and felt throughout their life.

The last time I was near death, it wasn't this extreme; this time, just getting close, his eyes have gained this ability...

Li Ke suddenly felt that it was best for her to avoid encountering death as much as possible.

But Death didn't sense Li Ke's disdain and asked again.

"Such miracles are not uncommon. After all, he is a relatively lucky child. But do you think he will write down the names of many people, and what will become of his soul?"

Upon hearing this, Li Ke looked over and saw that the other person was a devout believer in God, and the storybooks left around him were all about religion, so the corner of her mouth twitched involuntarily. "I don't know, but it will definitely be terrible."

As soon as he finished speaking, the child who had received the new Book of Death opened the Book of Curses, and the rules of the book flooded into his mind.

Then, a look of surprise appeared on the child's face.

He felt this was God's instruction to him, and his brain, which had not received much knowledge and education, instantly grasped a strange logic.

"The Bible says that people can see God after they die, and as long as they don't do evil or repent throughout their lives, they can enter heaven to enjoy bliss, so..."

The child excitedly grabbed his charcoal pencil and resolutely wrote a few words on the Book of the Dead.

"Americans".

Li Ke: "?"

He was about to say something when he saw the child continue attacking.

"Germans."

"The Frenchman."

"Italians."

"British."

"Russians."

…………

But when he got to the end, the child scratched his head in a bit of distress.

"I remember there are many countries in the world, but I don't know their names..."

And so, under Li Ke's watchful eye, the legendary kill king continued writing.

"Adults".

"elder."

"child."

"woman."

"baby."

Finally, with the utmost goodwill, he came up with the ultimate answer.

“All life should have the right to see God and enter Heaven.”

He clasped his hands together, a joyful expression on his face, and then resolutely wrote down a word.

"life."

Li Ke could sense that as he finished writing, the Book of Death began to operate. To the astonishment of the boy, it began to completely transform, becoming an image of a skull wearing a black cloak and holding a scythe.

"No, are you serious?"

Upon seeing this, Li Ke immediately turned to look at Death beside him. Death was still smiling as it watched everything, completely unaware that the Book of Death had been activated, connecting with the rules of death in this world, and that due to the immense power of fear of death, it had successfully materialized and was preparing to massacre all life in this world.

"To me, you are also part of death, the so-called Grim Reaper. This is the artifact you created, so why should I stop you? Besides, even if all life in this universe disappears, new life will still be born. After all, many people just exist, but are not 'life'."

Seeing that the boy had already clasped his hands together, waiting for the Grim Reaper above his head to swing his scythe, and that the Grim Reaper really intended to kill everyone, Li Ke finally understood that the death before him truly regarded him as an equal.

Because the other party truly respected my control over the power of death!

As for really not caring?
Li Ke watched as the Grim Reaper swung his scythe. The next moment, the little boy fell to the ground, losing his soul. But the Grim Reaper did not disappear. Instead, he slowly walked out of the alley, draped in a book with the abstract words written on it, and headed toward the nearest Gothamite.

However, this scythe-wielding grim reaper is not as eerie as the Death Note. It only tracks the nearest person and moves towards you at a slightly faster speed than normal. If you move at a normal speed, you can dodge it. From the moment this scythe-wielding grim reaper appeared, the entire Gotham City was shrouded in the power of death.

Under this power, simply having one's soul harvested by the Grim Reaper with a scythe will not result in death, and one will be resurrected after the Grim Reaper with a scythe is defeated.

Defeating the Grim Reaper is quite simple; just destroy the note with writing on it.

Furthermore, Death didn't wield the power to resurrect or destroy the world; it merely temporarily altered the concept of death. One could say they've taken the power of death to an extreme.

Under the scythe of the Grim Reaper, several defiant Gothamites fell instantly, followed by countless screams of agony as they fled from the relentless pursuit of the iconic Grim Reaper.

Of course, to Death's astonishment, after dodging, these people pulled out all sorts of weapons from somewhere, such as submachine guns and rocket launchers, and began bombarding Death with firepower. But unfortunately, although Death was not very fast, mortal strength was still no match for this puppet.

Li Ke showed a helpless expression, after all, this was already a major event, because if the heroes of Gotham failed to stop this Grim Reaper, this Grim Reaper would really slowly reap the lives of the entire universe.

Although... it's unlikely that this Grim Reaper will not be defeated.

Because as long as there are two people willing to sacrifice their lives, they can easily kill this Grim Reaper, but unfortunately, in Gotham, we can only watch the heroes do it.

"Haha, you really are cute."

Death stuck out her cute tongue at Li Ke, who had a helpless expression on her face. It was obvious that she had stayed in Gotham waiting for this moment, just to play with Li Ke.

"So, you're planning to take a gamble with me?"

Helpless, Li Ke had no choice but to sit down next to Death and ask the question.

"Yes, it's a gamble on whether the heroes you choose are willing to give their lives for their beliefs."

Death lifted Li Ke's chin and spoke very seriously.

"If I win, you'll obediently stay with me, sleep with me, and I'll grant you equal status and power within the Endless Family. But in return, you must fulfill my duties and bring life to the new universe. However, if you win, you can manipulate me as you please, and while gaining status within the Endless Family, you can continue your hero-raising game. How about it? Want to bet?"

Li Ke's lips began to twitch, because he saw through the trap, understood the true nature of death, and realized why the other person had said they liked him.

Kids, this is no good at all!

They've come looking for a scapegoat!
Either way, she benefits!

(End of this chapter)