American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

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"Your heart rate is 35 beats per minute, but it can spike to 300 beats per minute in combat without causing ventricular fibrillation. Your body temperature is normally 45 degrees Celsius, your cell division rate is fifty times that of a normal person, and your cells are functioning like chlorophyll."

Bruce stared at the numerical graph on the holographic screen, which was almost a straight line soaring into the sky. Even someone as calm as him felt waves of phantom pain at that moment.

He took off his goggles and rubbed his temples.

"Is this what you call treatment?"

He turned to look at Xiu En, who was sitting on a concrete rubble, swinging his legs.

"You turned a bat into a sunflower that can fight Muay Thai?"

"To correct you, it is a highly mobile biological weapon driven by photosynthesis."

Xiu En corrected him.

"And don't you think this is environmentally friendly? Letting him sunbathe will save a lot on food expenses."

No, quite the opposite.

Bruce the Daywalker responded.

"I'm so hungry I could eat a whole cow. Energy is just fuel; my body still needs regular food to function."

Bruce ignored the two non-humans' academic discussion about whether photosynthesis could provide enough food, and walked up to Daywalker Bruce with the blood-sampling gun.

This time, the needle made a crisp sound and bent backward as soon as it touched the skin.

Bruce the Daywalker reluctantly dispelled the golden light defense on his body and deliberately made a cut on his finger.

A bright red liquid with a pale golden sheen, warm like lava, flowed out.

"incredible!"

Bruce pushed the sample into the analyzer.

On the screen, the originally hideous red virus model was dissolved and assimilated the moment it encountered the drop of golden blood, and finally transformed into some kind of harmless waste.

"Cannot be copied."

Bruce stared at the microscopic warfare under the microscope and made his judgment.

"The core of this Daywalker serum is Shuen's energy, which is a divine power that cannot be mass-produced. We can't turn every vampire into a Daywalker."

"I don't have that many sparks to share with trash."

Xiu En chimed in from the side, clearly having no interest in mass-producing Daywalkers.

"But we don't need to mass-produce Daywalkers."

A glint flashed in Bruce's eyes—the look of a detective who had grasped a crucial clue.

"This blood itself is a potent light-energy vaccine. If we dilute it and extract the rejection factor that targets dark creatures..."

His fingers flew across the keyboard, and the simulation program quickly produced results.

"We can create a new degeneration agent based on the original antidote. It can detonate the viral structure inside a vampire's body, forcing them to degenerate back into a normal human. The price is that they will lose all their superpowers and become weak, just like Bruce the vampire before he was modified, but they can quickly return to a normal state."

"That sounds much gentler than my approach."

Xiu En pursed his lips.

"I usually recommend physical rituals for the deceased to be reborn in the Pure Land."

"Physical rituals for the deceased are option B."

Bruce carefully sealed the test tube, a smile playing on his lips.

"Now, we have Plan A. With this source of fresh water, I'm confident that we can synthesize enough antidote aerosol to cover the entire city through Wayne Chemical Plant tonight."

He looked at Bruce the Daywalker, and at his otherworldly self: "You not only survived, but you also became the key to saving your world."

The following day, on Earth E-43, in Gotham City.

This city, forever shrouded in blood-red haze and red rain, welcomed a group of uninvited guests today.

Wayne Group’s heavy transport fleet hovered below the stratosphere.

Thousands of atomizing spray devices are mounted on the underside of the aircraft, filled with golden potions made overnight based on the blood of the Daywalkers—[Code Name: Dawn].

"Attention all units, countdown to deployment begins."

Bruce from the world of Shuen didn't come to this world, but his voice started counting down on the communication channel.

On the ground, Bruce the Daywalker, clad in brand-new gold-patterned armor, stood atop the Water Beast at the top of Wayne Tower.

He wasn't wearing a mask, letting the stench of the red rain pelt his face.

Behind him was a resistance army of survivors who still retained their human sanity, summoned by a special frequency.

They looked at the sky, their eyes filled not only with fear, but also with an incredulous anticipation.

"Distribute".

As the order was given, golden rain began to fall from the sky.

That was the atomized antidote, which, carried by the high-altitude winds, quickly spread to every corner of Gotham.

For the average person, it was just a cool mist with a faint smell of rust and the aroma of strawberries.

But for those vampires hiding in the shadows, this is tantamount to being splashed with sulfuric acid.

Heart-wrenching screams began to echo through the city's streets and alleys.

The moment those virus-distorted monsters came into contact with the mist, the supernatural power within them began to violently backfire. Their fangs fell out, their claws withered, and the dark energy that sustained their immortality was forcibly stripped away.

But this is not enough.

The dark clouds are still there, the red rain is still there, and the true core of darkness is still resisting the erosion of the potion.

"The atmosphere is pretty much set now."

Xiu En's lazy voice came through the communication channel.

"It's my turn to perform. Remember to make sure the people on the ground wear sunglasses. They're made by Astak."

A golden streak of light tore through the thick layer of blood-red clouds.

Xiu En stood in the void, his trench coat fluttering in the gale.

Behind him, Pamela Ivy's projection unfolded like a towering World Tree, with countless emerald vines weaving a giant net of focused light.

"This filthy smell is truly disgusting."

Xiu En looked down at the city below, which was as festering as a wound, and the mockery in his eyes disappeared.

He opened his arms as if embracing the whole world.

The next second, the Shaohao Golden Qi within his body was no longer suppressed and erupted in an extremely violent manner.

boom--!!!

All sounds in the world vanished at that moment.

That was a sight the native inhabitants of Earth 43 had never seen before.

The once gloomy sky was instantly illuminated, and a golden, burning sun was born out of thin air above the city and below the clouds.

The light was so dazzling that even the real sun appeared dim in comparison.

That was the light of divine punishment, imbued with the chilling aura of Geng and Xin.

Combined with the antidote mist permeating the air, wherever the sunlight touched, the red rainwater was instantly evaporated into pure white vapor.

The pervasive curse transformed into swirling black dust under this double blow.

In the places where the black ash has dissipated, withered trees begin to sprout new buds, and murky rivers become clear again.

Daywalker Bruce was bathed in this radiance, and the source blood within him resonated strongly with the blazing sun in the sky.

He closed his eyes, feeling the surge of power, and two lines of clear tears slid down his face.

The sky finally brightened.

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