American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En tossed his long black hair, the fingerprints on his fingers rubbing against the tough strands of hair, producing a faint sound like a snapping string.

He tried to mentally tap the interface box in his mind that had been pretending to be dead.

"Can this hair be returned or exchanged within seven days without reason? At least give it the stiffness of a normal human, okay? It just made Ivy's pet depressed."

The system displayed a perfunctory message.

[Our bodies and hair are gifts from our parents; moreover, this is the initial form of our divine body, a symbol of beauty and an outward manifestation of strength. Why make a fuss over mere hardness?]

"I can't even use it to wipe my sweat, the hair would absolutely rip my towel!"

Xiu En roared inwardly!

First, you didn't sweat; second, you don't need a towel.

Then it seemed like a sound came from the system, and the text began to change.

[The will of the Supreme Deity: To cleanse the universe and restore order to its source.]

Preparations: Diviner (assistant to the priest).

Xiu En's eye twitched. So you won't issue missions unless it's the will of the Supreme God?

Then, the system text changed again, and Xiu En knew from the font that the old man had come again.

"Hair is the residue of blood. The divine image of the body is received from one's parents and should not be damaged. This is a sign of the Golden Crow returning to its ancestral form. It is difficult to break even iron, so it is best to let nature take its course."

"But this was indeed my oversight. Now that I am of age, disheveled hair is certainly unsightly."

Immediately afterwards, a golden scroll slowly unfurled on Xiu En's retina.

A task sheet in the style of splashed-ink landscape painting appears, with every word seemingly cast in gold.

[Task: Tracing the Source of Qinghui]

Location: Gotham University High Energy Physics Laboratory

[Target: That is the source of this nighttime feast. The twenty-four Draculas did not appear out of thin air; there lies a rift connecting to the wrong dimension. To celebrate the initial formation of your divine body, please go and suppress them to set things right.]

"According to ancient rites, when the emperor goes on a tour of inspection, there must be omens beforehand. Although this is not the capital, the rules cannot be broken."

"The first is the divination day. We choose an auspicious day and time to inform Heaven and Earth. I have calculated with my fingers that today the sun is shining brightly with two suns overhead, exuding a murderous aura, which is in accordance with the intention of punishment and killing. Therefore, today is an auspicious day."

"Secondly, the diviner. In ancient times, there was a grand guest who presided over the sacrifice. Now that there are no court officials, we need to find an extraordinary being who can witness the miracle to assist us. The incarnation of the spirit of plants and trees beside me can still be used."

After listening, Xiu En extracted only two key pieces of information:

First, you don't need to cut your hair anymore, just go fight.

Second, bring Sunflower Ivy.

"Got it. It means I need to take Ivy's flowers to Gotham University and go on another rampage, while I'm at it, cleaning up Bruce's last bit of mess."

Xiu En turned his head and looked at Ivy, who had already begun to clean up the mess in the greenhouse.

"Um, Ivy? I need to talk to you about something."

Xiu En pointed to the pile of flowerpots at Ivy's feet.

"Whether it's a diviner or some kind of ritual official, some powerful figure who doesn't want to show their face said, 'I need an audience to go out with, can I borrow a clone of myself?'"

Ivy heard what Xiu En said.

"Are you treating my sunflower like one of those disposable drones? That's very energy-consuming."

Despite saying that, she still very honestly placed one hand on a slightly smaller sunflower seed, which popped open with a cheerful sound within seconds.

"puff."

A sunflower that looks slightly more serious than the previous one has appeared!

At least the leaves are wider, and it looks more like a sunflower, like a serious recorder, rising from the ground.

Ivy pulled it out by the roots and soil, and even thoughtfully gave it a portable little flowerpot.

"Take it with you."

She shoved the flowerpot into Xiu En's arms.

Sunflower Ivy and Ivy's true form began to speak simultaneously.

"Don't break it again. Also, keep an eye on your long hair, don't let it get caught in any centrifuges in that lab over there, or even I won't be able to save your neck."

Xiu En wasn't angry. He chuckled and gently placed Lord Shi Bin, the one with the serious-looking sunflower, on his left shoulder.

"I'm off. I'm going to teach these researchers a lesson and show them what a real biological miracle is."

……

If Hugh's simultaneous appearance of two suns earlier gave the citizens of Gotham a small astronomical shock, then his current attire as he walks at the gates of Gotham University is undoubtedly putting some kind of extreme pressure test on the school rules of this century-old prestigious university.

It's no wonder the security guard has bad eyesight.

Tell me, even in Gotham, who has ever seen a man with long, straight black hair and gold textures on his collar and cuffs that look like unfinished armor?

The most outrageous thing is that there's a sunflower with a serious expression, like a headmaster, sitting on this guy's shoulder.

This combination is practically like having the words "I'm here to cause trouble" plastered on my forehead in large, gold-embossed font.

"Stop right there! Yes, you, the bassist from some heavy metal band."

The conscientious security captain resisted the urge to draw his gun, even though his hand had already hesitated three times between his baton and the walkie-talkie.

Clearly, the fame of Xiu En, the luminous being, had not reached his ears.

In this city teeming with lunatics, there are usually only two possibilities when he encounters someone with such an eccentric style:

He's either an incurable madman.

Either he's a third-rate villain who just debuted this week and hasn't yet been beaten into the hospital by Batman.

"Sir, this is an academic sanctuary, not a comic convention. And although you are disabled, don't look at me like that. Who would talk to a potted plant on their shoulder? Pets and plants are not allowed inside."

Xiu En hasn't even had a chance to complain about why plants are prohibited from entering; you must have made this up on the spot.

The diviner on the shoulder was the first to object.

The sunflower's two leaves, which were originally neatly overlapping, suddenly perked up as if they wanted to slap someone upon hearing this. The flower head even turned 180 degrees with great intelligence, shaking its head at the security captain.

"See? It's disgusted by your taste."

Xiu En stroked his hair with great interest. The sensation in his palm and the residual golden energy from the armor made him feel excessively good.

His hand rested seemingly casually on the retractable railing of the school gate.

The stainless steel pipe, which could hardly be considered thin, began to droop slightly like a softened noodle almost the instant it touched his palm, under the faint heat emanating from it.

Just as Xiu En was about to twist the railing into a white cane and give it to the security guard as a souvenir, the security captain's walkie-talkie blared.

"Damn it! Open the doors! Open them all!"

The voice on the other end of the walkie-talkie sounded like someone had just choked him and forced him to drink a whole bottle of vodka; it was full of cracking sounds caused by lack of oxygen and excessive fear.

"That was a special invitation from the Board of Trustees. Whoever it is! Even if Godzilla wanted to use the lab bathroom, you'd have to roll out a red carpet for him! This is the principal's absolute order, and it was the steward of Wayne Manor who called personally!"

The security guard was stunned.

He glanced at Xiu En, then at the baton at his waist, and finally fixed his gaze on the steel pipe that had been bent into a U-shape.

"Sir, please come in."

In that instant, this Gotham citizen demonstrated exceptional professionalism and survival skills.

He raised the gate to the top as fast as he could in his life.

"Wishing you and your flowerpot great success in your studies."

"See? Bruce is really efficient. Letting him eavesdrop has its advantages."

Xiu En swaggered in and gently patted the sunflower leaves.

"And it saves me the trouble of paying your medical bills."

[Excellent. Using wealth to communicate with the gods is indeed in accordance with the customs of this world. Now that the diviner has entered, he should proceed to the Zhen position, which is that red building emanating an eerie aura.]

Xiu En raised his head, guided by some unseen force.

The so-called Red Building is actually the high-energy physics laboratory building at Gotham University.

However, now, the once solemn and majestic red brick wall is covered by a thin layer of gray-black mist that is imperceptible to the naked eye.

"Twenty-four Draculas appeared here."

Xiu En's pupils contracted slightly, and the armor patterns that were originally hidden under his skin seemed to move to his fingertips as if they were alive.

"They actually managed to combine this Western vampire story with a modern physics collider; these mad scientists are quite the creative chefs."

He turned and smiled at the sunflower.

"Ivy, take notes."

Da Shen Hun Gu joins the platform with its new work, "American Comics: Praise the Sun Starting from Gotham!"