American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Afu picked up the remote and turned on the equally huge wall-mounted TV across the street.

"If you'd like to take note of the little commotion you caused earlier, Mr. Shuen."

Afu placed a pitcher of chilled, specially made cooling lemonade on the coffee table.

"The Metropolitan Channel is currently showing you a special recap."

The screen lights up, and against the iconic blue background of Planet Daily, a familiar yet capable face dominates the main image.

Louise Lane, though no longer rambling in her sleep during the interview that night, still retained the sharpness in her eyes that could burn through a camera lens.

"This is a report on the rare double-sun phenomenon over Gotham. Although the unidentified secondary heat source had disappeared just recently, meteorologists are still unable to explain its cause."

Xiu En turned back to show off to the sunflowers.

"Do you know what high altitude means? I think it's a divine realm that can only be captured with a telephoto lens of at least 80 million pixels, plus professional filters!"

"I believe that even that female reporter from Planet Daily who only writes gossip is probably using half a page—no! the front page—to praise a true sun god who dispelled the gloom of Gotham right now."

Sunflower turned around: "Although I don't understand how human media works, I bet Bruce will make your debut very special."

Louise's reporting continues.

"Regarding the supernatural weather phenomenon of the Gotham Double Sunrise, we have interviewed several witnesses. Wayne Enterprises has just issued a statement saying that it was an accident during the orbital testing of a new solar satellite."

When the scene changed, Xiu En felt that the real climax was coming.

"Was that the moment?"

Xiu En rubbed his hands together expectantly, his eyes shining like two little golden lamps.

What he wanted to see was a figure floating in the center of the twin suns in the Gotham skyline, a figure that should embody power and beauty, divinity and majesty.

But in reality, what hundreds of millions of viewers around the world saw was a damn mass of pixels moving at high speed.

Wayne Enterprises' powerful public relations and post-production team clearly intervened with the satellite signal before the broadcast.

In order to make it suitable for all ages and to prevent public panic, Xiu En's perfect Golden Crow armor, along with his long hair that was long enough to make shampoo splatter, was simply and crudely turned into a mosaic with a huge stamp on it.

Forget about divinity; it looks more like a naked thief being forcibly shoved into a low-resolution surveillance camera.

"..."

The half-eaten cookie in Xiu En's hand fell to the ground, his expression frozen on the verge of disbelief and a desire to destroy the world.

He originally thought he was there to be worshipped, but now the whole world thinks he's a flying freak.

"puff--"

The sunflower on the shoulder let out a very obvious suppressed laugh, and then the whole flower began to tremble violently, with several golden petals falling off as if they had been plucked.

"Hahahaha! Divinity? Is that divinity blurred out? Is this what you call 10 million pixels?"

The sunflower laughed so hard it even slipped off Xiu En's shoulder, its roots barely managing to cling to a button on his clothes and sway.

"Oh my god, I need to send this footage to the orphanage to keep it safe."

"Tea, sir."

Afu walked silently from behind Xiuen, handing him a cup of still-steaming black tea, his expression as calm and collected as ever.

"The master specifically instructed that, given that you were not wearing clothing in accordance with the Federal Aviation Administration's regulations, and considering the potential irreversible aesthetic impact of high-altitude brightness on the retinas of viewers, including children, as well as your privacy considerations."

The old butler bowed slightly.

"This technical treatment is necessary. This cup of tea can help relieve dizziness caused by high blood pressure."

On TV, Louise was adding fuel to the fire: "Experts speculate that this could be an optical decoy, or perhaps a spontaneous combustion of some large piece of biomass debris as it re-enters the atmosphere!" (The comic book series "American Comics: Praising the Sun Starting in Gotham!" is currently experiencing a reading frenzy, haven't you read it yet?)

"This isn't privacy protection! This is defamation!"

Xiu En pointed at the flesh-colored mosaic on the screen that was even moving rhythmically. His fingers crackled due to the surge of golden energy, and even caused magnetized colored bars to appear on the TV screen.

"Even a skinned frog looks more presentable than that thing at this resolution! Look at the outline!"

Xiu En gestured his name on that blurry, indistinct mass of light and shadow.

"What kind of phoenix feathers are these for the Golden Crow Armor? This looks like me illegally peddling extra-wide diapers high in the sky!"

"Excuse my bluntness, sir."

Ah Fu was using silver clips to pick up the crumbs of biscuits on the carpet.

"If you had reduced the brightness by even 10% in the sky at that time, the technical department wouldn't have had to use the emergency blurring algorithm for unidentified high-energy life forms."

"To hell with the algorithm! If Wayne Enterprises can't legitimize the Sun, then I'll do it myself."

Xiu En snorted and took out his phone from his pocket.

The phone Bruce gave him, Shum hadn't had time to install any social media apps yet, and even refused to let him download live streaming apps, but that didn't stop him.

With just a few touches of the thumb on the screen, the faint golden current at the fingertip acted like the most efficient hacker code, bypassing the app store's download protocol.

Xiu En's eyes, which were like molten gold, narrowed, and his fingers tapped rapidly.

"Live! Now, title: [Facing the Sun: God is Not a Pixel]."

The moment the camera turned on, the image was indeed very impactful.

At this moment, Xiu En's hair was as black as ink, casually tied back, with a few stray strands falling on the side of his face.

The linen robe he wore, along with the golden particles of light emanating from the surrounding area due to his emotional excitement, somehow created a sense of holiness, as if an ancient Greek wandering god had just descended from Mount Olympus to buy groceries.

No beauty filters, no special effects, just lighting effects.

Before long, the online traffic that was already boiling over because of the Double Days incident found an outlet.

The number of viewers in the top left corner of the live stream jumped from 0 to thousands, and is still increasing exponentially.

"look!"

Xiu En smugly turned his phone screen towards the sunflower that was pretending to be dead.

"What's this called? This is real skill! Wait, is that my livestream name?"

Just as the comments section shifted from "Wow!" and "Is that the flying monster from before?" to a flurry of garbled data, it jumped up briefly.

The original declaration has disappeared.

Instead, a line of bold, highlighted green text with playful characters appeared:

[Gotham flashing mosaic!]

The sunflower, defying all odds, erupted in an even more violent tremor, even going so far as to slap Xiu's neck with its leaves in a truly despicable manner: "Hahahaha! Genius! That hacker who changed your name is absolutely a genius! Mr. Light Mosaic!?"

The tone of the comments shifted instantly.

[Joker on the run in Gotham: Can you give me 50 V's? I'll buy Twitter and give it to you as a lampshade.]

[Red Robin is real: To be fair, the hairstyle is nice, but I suggest blurring it out more. Even if he's handsome, I'm not mentally prepared to look directly at Sori.]

[Louise Doesn't Work Overtime: Is Wayne Enterprises really going to enter the rocket recovery industry? Is this treating people like fuel rods?]

"Turn it off! Damn it, why can't I turn this thing off!"

Xiu En tried to click the red close button, but every time he tried, he would teleport to the other side of the screen.

A sly laugh, belonging to a young woman, even came from the phone's speaker, like a greeting gift from a guardian hiding in a clock tower to this newly ascended deity.