American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En, who fell from a height of 100 meters and crushed most of the concrete ground upon landing, stood with his hands behind his back, like a client who came to inspect but was not satisfied.

With those golden eyes, he looked around at the surrounding storage tanks that were leaking an unknown dark green liquid.

"Tsk, all of this is high-tech stuff."

Xiu En kicked away a piece of iron plate that was corroded and riddled with holes with disgust, not even having the desire to pick it up and put it in his pocket.

"I used to tolerate the heavy metals that were pickled in chemical waste just to survive. Now that Shao Hao has achieved immortality, I would find it too dirty to use as tableware for A Fu, even though it looks like expired sauerkraut that has been soaking in a stinky ditch for three months."

The sunflower on the shoulder nodded in agreement.

"Thank you for the evolution of your sense of taste, and for Gotham's environmental cause."

The shadowy figure that followed landed shortly after. Upon hearing these words, Batman's taut jawline visibly relaxed slightly.

He quickly downgraded "Metal Thirst" to "Food Tasting Level" in the document about the "Shuen Containment and Control Protocol" on his HUD.

"Just don't eat anything indiscriminately. Every piece of metal here could have residue of that neurotoxin stuck to it."

Batman flicked his wrist, and several specially made gel bombs were already attached to the key load-bearing points.

"But that doesn't stop me from demolishing this place; after all, demolishing illegal buildings is my job."

Shuen added a sentence, and before Batman's slight relaxation could fully spread, the large hand covered in golden light had already casually inserted itself into the half-meter-thick lead isolation door in front of him, which was used for blast protection.

"Hahaha! Welcome! Welcome to the place where miracles happen!"

The lead door was torn open by Xiu En's hands like tin foil, the metallic groans mixed with the high-pitched, headache-inducing laughter from the radio.

Behind the door is a huge chemical processing hall large enough to accommodate several passenger planes.

Countless crisscrossing, rusted pipes resembled the tentacles of some kind of mechanical Cthulhu, and directly beneath these tentacles was a giant reaction pool churning with luminous green bubbles and emitting a pungent, acidic odor.

"I thought you'd be even hungrier? After all, I've prepared so many seasonings."

The clown, dressed in a purple suit, stood unsteadily on the maintenance walkway, like a child who hadn't had enough fun and was even a little hyperactive.

He was holding a clown mask, exactly the same as the one he was wearing, only smaller.

"Is this the bathtub that makes you stronger if you fall in?"

Hugh completely ignored the automatic machine gun turrets that suddenly rose from the corner.

He only released a small amount of the golden energy flowing within his body.

In an instant, in this dark, damp hall where even the air felt corrosive, a blazing sun seemed to rise without warning.

The acidic steam, powerful enough to melt flesh and blood, was instantly evaporated into harmless, slightly scalding water vapor before it could even get close to that divine aura.

The circuit boards inside the automatic machine gun turrets, which were about to fire, began to melt and short-circuit under the high-temperature radiation, emitting a pleasant crackling sound similar to popcorn.

"It didn't make me stronger, it just gave me chemical burns."

Ivy corrected Xiu En's statement, as the vines had spread wildly from where her clone had landed, quickly taking control of the surrounding terrain.

Batman's figure once again blended into the shadows, his hook gun already aimed at the Joker's ankle.

Xiu En stood there, as if watching a clumsy clown trick. "Your portable library contains far more than ten thousand volumes," he thought. He even felt a pang of pity for this tedious chaos.

"I used to think that crazy people like you were pretty scary."

Xiu En raised his hand, and a ball of light, purely condensed from Gengxin metal energy, danced at his fingertips.

"But now it seems that after skipping that stage of struggling for survival, you're just a pathetic wretch with terrible taste and a low threshold for humor. Hey, Bat, the clown's yours. This pool makes me sick."

Flames ignited around Shuen.

The golden flames pierced through the pool of murky and deadly green soup without any hindrance.

Under the extreme high temperature of divine power, the liquid acidic substances were decomposed into basic vapor at the molecular level before they even had time to boil.

A ten-second-long sonic boom of white steam echoed through the huge, enclosed workshop.

It was like a red-hot iron block being thrown into snow. When Xiu En withdrew his still-smoking finger, the once churning pool of acid was reduced to a hard shell.

Those eyes, which had just been filled with boredom and a desire to go home, now seemed to see a vision of losing a fortune if they didn't pick it up, and slowly widened a few inches.

"Didn't Afu tell me that authentic French cuisine often requires a long, slow simmer?"

"Didn't Afu tell me that authentic French cuisine often requires a long, slow simmer?"

Even the sunflower clone hanging on his shoulder felt Xiu En's heartbeat quicken involuntarily—it was his appetite.

"That's impossible!"

The clown, who was about to perform a deadly tap dance, suddenly looked bewildered on his face, which was covered in paint, as if he had never rehearsed this scene in the script.

Right in the center of that dried-up, cracked pool bottom.

A strange, dark silver lump, still pulsating slightly, slowly rose from under the hard shell.

It has no fixed shape, like a piece of amalgam slime that has come to life, but its surface flows not only with the luster of industrial waste oil, but also with the dark green glow of Batman.

Dionysian factor.

Normally, the Dionysian factor cannot be observed, but under the influence of the Golden Crow Divine Fire, it briefly appeared, and unlike the Dionysian factor that Xiu En analyzed in Lincoln, this Dionysian factor was of extremely high purity.

Over the decades, the Joker has survived every seemingly certain death.

Blood seeped from his wound.

He carries a high concentration of Dionysian factors.

Even if only a tiny amount flowed into the pool that served as his rebirth point, combined with the heavy metal sediment that could not be eliminated no matter how much it corroded...

This pool of acid is not a garbage dump; it is a huge petri dish that has been operating unintentionally for decades.

"Warning: High-energy radiation detected; material suspected to be recycled metal."

The blue data stream on Batman's visor instantly turned blood red; he knew better than anyone what kind of nightmare that dark green represented.

"Shuen, we can't let this thing take shape!"

Shum didn't hear a word Batman said; he even swallowed.

Who said they didn't want to eat?

That's because you didn't see the real good stuff earlier! Who could resist a lump of self-healing liquid superalloy that looks delicious?!

The lump of metallic sludge seemed to instinctively sense some kind of malice rapidly approaching from the absolute top of the food chain, intent on devouring it.

Its originally limp body instantly hardened, bursting forth with countless steel needles resembling sea urchins, which pierced fiercely towards the glowing monster in the air.

"Great! I love this chewy texture!"

Xiu En completely ignored the steel needles that could easily pierce a tank, and instead of retreating, he advanced.