American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Finally, after a flurry of frantic dog-paddles in the air, the little sun crashed erratically into the huge reservoir at the edge of the manor.

"I mean, this water looks pretty cool!"

thump!

With a loud splash and a large amount of white steam rising, the light that had illuminated the entire back mountain finally dimmed due to physical cooling, leaving only the bubbling sound on the surface of the reservoir, as if it were boiling.

At this moment, a system notification sounded.

[Daily Task Settlement: Please go outdoors to bask in the morning sun (1/1)]

[Source determined: High concentration of ancient golden crow radiance (its own)]

[System Evaluation: Why seek the Dharma externally? Your own heart is the sun.]

[Reward: Max HP +24 hours (cumulative) / Obtain the title "Autonomous Sun"]

Xiu En soaked in the still-hot water tank, watching the few lines of ancient-style characters with gold edges float across his retina, his lips twitching as if he were being electrocuted.

"so?"

He wiped the bathwater off his face and rolled his eyes dramatically at the nothingness in the air.

"From now on, all I have to do each day is look in the mirror and that's it?"

The system did not respond, or rather, it remained silent, as if the silence itself was an affirmation.

Are you talking to the water?

Ivy stood by the pool, holding a pitcher plant that had grown to half a meter long without her noticing, and swayed the vines as if she were teasing a cat.

"Or is your brain flooded with water, causing auditory hallucinations? If you drown, I'll bury you under a sunflower; at least you'll be doing something."

"I'm reflecting on this."

Xiu En braced himself against the pool wall with both hands, a move that should have been quite graceful, if not for the momentary exertion that left two deep handprints on the tiles.

"Insight! How about that! Come on in gracefully!"

With a thought, the 1% Golden Crow bloodline became active again.

Noisy!

In just a moment, a large cloud of white steam erupted from Xiu En's body.

The moisture that had soaked through the shirt and trousers evaporated completely in a second.

Not only that, even the dirt and dust that had gotten on his body from falling from the sky were purified into nothingness by this sacred high temperature.

He emerged from the white mist, his body dry and his hair glistening, and you could even smell the scent of a blanket that had been sun-dried.

"Even if you're a superhuman with a built-in dryer right now, Shuen, I have to remind you that just because the water's dried up doesn't mean the matter is over."

Alfred emerged from the shadows, carrying a large bath towel in one hand, but somewhat incongruously holding a powerful chainsaw in the other.

The butler's expression remained impeccable, but a hint of weariness, the kind only seen when dealing with a clown causing chaos in the kitchen, lingered in his eyes: "Just now, around sunrise, the lawn in the back garden grew thirty times faster than usual. And the roses have already climbed up to the window of Mr. Bruce's study on the second floor. If you don't mind, as the one who started this, would you be willing to work a little overtime tonight?"

"This means I have the potential to be a top-notch gardener, right, Fu?"

Xiu En took the towel, and although he didn't need it, he symbolically dried himself off, then gave Ivy that carefree smile.

Despite his laughter, Xiu En gently clenched his fist.

Is this the 1% Golden Crow?

It was no longer the metallic energy that Shao Hao needed to obtain by breathing and eating metal, but a kind of power that continuously emerged from the depths of his bones, capable of controlling light and heat.

Although it's only the most basic level.

He looked up at the moon, which was obscured by the clouds over Gotham, and a crazy thought popped into his head: If this 1% is this exciting, then when it reaches 100%, will I be able to become the real sun?

Soon after.

Afu prepared a late-night snack for Xiu En and Ivy.

"Should I say something?"

Xiu En sat on a high stool, his face radiant with health, even his pores glowing, and a hint of anticipation on his face.

He pointed to the refrigerator.

"Can I have something normal? Like a sandwich with double cheese? Or pasta? I don't even want to drool over that wrench right now."

After Shaohao's golden body reached 100%, his desire for metal became less intense, and Xiu'en craved normal food more.

But clearly, others don't think that way.

Alfred, standing opposite him, froze in mid-air for a full three seconds, his hand holding the rag still in his.

You mean...

The old man asked tentatively, his eyebrows almost flying off his forehead.

"A sandwich for human consumption? Without high-strength tungsten steel fibers? Or something you find disgusting but have been eating all along with depleted uranium sauce?"

"Purely natural, additive-free, and preferably something that can be processed by the normal human digestive system."

Xiu En nodded firmly, and even rubbed his stomach as he did so.

"I feel like my stomach is currently undergoing a carbohydrate renaissance."

Just as Afu was cutting bread with a look of utter disbelief, Bruce, who had been drinking coffee nearby, suddenly put down his cup.

Just as Afu was cutting bread with a look of utter disbelief, Bruce, who had been drinking coffee nearby, suddenly put down his cup.

"Click".

He now held a bat scanner in his hand and shoved the dark blue scanning port directly at Xiu En's nose.

"Don't move, open your mouth."

Bruce's voice was as cold as if he were interrogating Killer Croc.

"Retinal scan...fingerprint comparison...thermal imaging analysis..."

His face screamed, "Who are you?!"

"Has Mudface's camouflage technology recently made a breakthrough? Or are you a mimicry creature from some mirror dimension?"

Bruce frowned even more as he looked at the instrument in his hand, which had no alarms but whose data was ridiculously good.

"Your body fat percentage, energy, bone density, and that damn cell activity. It's so perfect, it's not like the starving ghost you used to be."

"Hey! That's a personal attack!"

Shuen slammed the scanner open; though he didn't use much force, the sudden metallic clang made Bruce's wrist go numb.

"Boss, I'll just assume you're jealous that my skin is better than yours. That's the power of fabric, you know?"

Ah Fu brought over a plate.

Inside were three thick layers of bread, sandwiched with bacon and egg that were still dripping with oil, and two slices of brightly colored tomato.

Shuen grabbed the sandwich and took a big bite under the suspicious gazes of Ah Fu and Bruce, and the amused look of Ivy.

"Oh my God!"

Xiu En chewed, the soft, chewy bread and savory bacon bursting in his mouth.

It doesn't have much of a metallic smell.

There was no smell of radiation.

It's just the pure taste of everyday life.

If you disregard his slightly exaggerated expression of being moved at that moment, he was just an ordinary person having a meal.

"He really swallowed it."

Ivy was providing commentary from the side.

"Bruce, perhaps you should admit it, this is a medical miracle."

"That's not right."

Bruce remained frowning, which contradicted his empiricism, which he based on the premise that the world was full of lies and conspiracies.

"A mud face can mimic eating. What if there was liquid mud beneath that body..."

"Okay, okay, okay."

Xiu En swallowed the last bite of bread, looked at the increasingly dangerous look in the detective's eyes, and sighed helplessly.

He casually picked up the exquisite sterling silver spoon next to him.

Then, just like it was a chocolate cookie, he shoved the spoon handle into his mouth, snapped it off with a crunch, and started chewing. His movements were so practiced that he even took a bite of the remaining bread to swallow it.

"Did you see that?"

When he opened his mouth, he revealed his perfectly white teeth, which were completely undamaged.

"Can Mudface mimic this hardness? Or do you need me to bite a hole in a Batwing on the tarmac to prove that these iron teeth are the original?"

"very good."

Bruce finally withdrew his scrutinizing gaze from the alien.

"Verification passed, bite force verification, still the same bastard. Only you would treat this spoon as a side dish."

"Xiu En".

As Afu cleared the plates, he spoke in an extremely complicated tone.

"While we're glad you can eat like a normal person, next time if you feel it lacks texture, perhaps we could prepare some walnut shells for you instead of your household utensils."

"It's alright, it's alright."

Xiu En patted his stomach, feeling the seemingly inexhaustible energy within him.

"I feel incredibly energized right now. Seriously, nobody wants a wrestling match or... uh, a gardening contest at 2:30 in the morning, right?"

Seeing the luminous figure trying to take off in the kitchen like a hyperactive child, the three of them took a step back in perfect unison.