Starting from scratch, Batman crushed my dream of getting rich

Chapter 285 Ah, it's the sun, I'm about to be reduced to ashes.

"Let's get to the point." As a seasoned worker who had been tricked into doing countless dangerous jobs by the system with rewards, Ma Zhaodi was very familiar with its tactics: "Part-time jobs are never free, so what's going on this time?"

[Special Note: Please head to the vicinity of the Star Lab first.]

"Why are you being so secretive?"

Just then, the announcement of the train's arrival came over the loudspeaker. Ma Zhaodi hadn't brought any luggage when he set off, so he seemed very relaxed. He got up and walked straight off the train.

It was around dusk, just before sunset—Mazhaodi had set off for the train station immediately after discovering the Drakes were missing that morning, and he had said goodbye and given instructions to Gordon, Harvey, and Alfred on the phone from the train.

Although they were all surprised by Ma Zhaodi's sudden departure, Ma Zhaodi was certain that their tone on the phone revealed an irrepressible sense of joy, with Alfred even saying, "At least I can have some peace and quiet for a while."

There was no trace of the warmth and welcome I felt when I first returned to Gotham. It was as if the length of time I stayed at home was inversely proportional to the patience these people had for me; the longer I stayed, the less welcome I became.

Is this acceptable? Is this reasonable?
Ma Zhaodi was indignant. He secretly vowed that one day he would make them realize how important he was to Gotham.

To put it bluntly, you are to Gotham right now what the sky is to a fish, or the sea is to a bird.

"climb."

Ignoring the system's follow-up attack, Ma Zhaodi stepped out of the central city station. As soon as he stepped onto the street, the warm sunlight shone on his face.

"Ahhh—" Feeling the sunlight that Gotham and London hadn't seen in days, Ma Zhaodi couldn't help but stretch and let out a strange groan: "I'm going to turn to ashes."

Unlike in Gotham, several passersby immediately stopped and looked at him with puzzled, slightly panicked, and shocked expressions.

“Uh, sir,” one citizen even hesitated before speaking, “Do you need help? I mean, do you remember where you live? Or what are your family members’ names?”

"No, I'm sorry, I'm fine, I'm okay, I'm not sick."

Ma Zhaodi walked away awkwardly. He was used to Gotham City, where the citizens were in excellent spirits, and for a moment he was not used to the sunny city of Central City, or rather, he was not used to normal human society. In Gotham, no one would care about a madman generating electricity on the roadside.

After all, people have seen enough lunatics before, so a little bit of madness is no big deal.

"I'm never doing abstract art again," Ma Zhaodi thought to himself, then walked to the roadside and hailed a taxi.

"Hello, sir." The driver greeted him warmly with a smile, "Are you from out of town? Welcome to the city center."

"Ah, hello, hello—I want to go to the vicinity of the particle accelerator, to the Star Lab."

"No problem, friend, just remember to fasten your seatbelt."

After Ma Zhaodi got on the bus, the driver kept talking. Perhaps it was the atmosphere in the city center, but the city was basically full of sunny and cheerful young men and women, so Ma Zhaodi didn't have a chance to speak at all.

By the time the taxi reached the city center, the enthusiastic driver had already recounted the city's food, accommodations, attractions, anecdotes, and even the city's relatively short history. Ma Zhaodi found it hard to understand how he could cram so much into such a short journey.

Interestingly, he also mentioned the Yellow Flash of Central City, The Flash—a veteran hero who is basically an idol for every Central City resident.

Ma Zhaodi vaguely remembered that there were several generations of the Flash in the comics: the first and oldest was Jay Garrick, the second was Barry Allen, and the third was Wally West—a white man who was also the fastest Flash in the comics. He didn't know which generation the Flash was in the current world, but regardless of the generation, all the Flashes set a tone for Central City—conscience, positivity, and safety.

After all, having a superhero who can run from one end of the city to the other in seconds is incredibly reassuring; a child might just fall from a building, and a flash of light will be right there below.

Moreover, this city is home to the world's most ethical and morally upright villains, the Rogue Gang—a group whose style is somewhat similar to that of Brother Tan Zheng Heiqi. Their principle is to not kill unless necessary, and to rob money and leave.

It just goes to show that the old saying applies: different environments nurture different people. Heroes are often associated with their cities, and cities are often like their heroes. Gotham City's villains generally have Batman's mentality, Metropolis's villains generally have Superman's stats, and Central City's villains generally have the Flash's conscience.

After getting off the car, Ma Zhaodi thanked the driver, walked to the huge particle accelerator, and asked the system, "I've arrived, so what's next?"

[Location detected correctly; dark matter remnants detected; tracing in progress—lock complete]

You have discovered a cosmic coordinate system, and you now possess the necessary qualifications to enter that universe.

Please use the "smuggling" skill to enter this universe.

“…” Ma Zhaodi was silent for a moment: “I knew it. Every time the pay is high, it’s either a difficult task or a business trip.”

The last million he earned was because he went to Gotham City in another universe, wasn't it?

You can also choose to give up.

"Well said. Can I just use my asset points to bring them back?"

【no】

"Doesn't that mean there's no choice?"

Ma Zhaodi rolled his eyes, looked at the mission rewards, and couldn't help but sigh.

"Seven kinds of anti-crisis energy affinity."

The extended blue bar is certainly a good reward, but the seven energy affinities are clearly what makes it worth a million.

Anti-crisis energy is a rather trendy concept. He's not a comic book reader and doesn't know much about it, but he does know that it's highly valuable. The Flash's Speed ​​Force and the Seven Lanterns' Emotional Spectrum are both anti-crisis energies. As for the remaining five, he's never heard of them before.

"You mean, if I complete this task, I will gain these seven powers?"

Having affinity signifies having the qualification to use power, rather than directly possessing power; this can be understood as having a spiritual root.

“Oh,” Ma Zhaodi said, slightly disappointed. “I thought the version was finally going to reach the point of numerical inflation.”

[“Smuggling” and “business travel” are different and will be subject to special rules; please consider carefully.]

As they were talking, a list of smuggling rules popped up in the system.

(End of this chapter)