American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Xiu En threw the small ball directly into his mouth.

That tasted definitely not delicious.

But the moment this warm current slid down my esophagus, the constant tearing sensation in my lungs miraculously became blurred.

Xiu En blinked and noticed that Ivy's red hair was starting to appear double in his field of vision.

Each blink of his upper and lower eyelids requires him to exert all his strength.

"The medicine works very quickly."

Ivy's voice seemed to come through a thick film of water.

Xiu En wanted to say something witty about "the taste needing improvement," but his tongue was no longer obeying his brain.

He could only let his body fall backward.

In the air filled with the smells of earth and chemical fertilizers, he could even smell a comforting scent of sunshine.

Oh, how beautiful the sun is!

Goodnight, damn city.

In the last second of his lost consciousness, Shuen saw Joestar rush in front of him, his eyes warily scanning every plant that tried to approach.

The world that followed was filled with darkness and silence.

This time, my sleep quality was exceptionally high.

There were no nightmares, no annoying system countdown notifications, and no suffocating feeling of waking up due to lack of oxygen.

Poison Ivy's fruit clearly contains some kind of potent sedative ingredient, not only relieving pain, but even directly putting his physiological functions into a low-power standby mode.

As darkness fell completely, Joestar, who had been sitting in a strange pose in front of the fertilizer pile like a statue, finally moved.

"Get away from me."

Joestar lowered his voice, a warning that seemed to roll deep in his throat.

Jeremy, who was sneaking closer to see Hugh, shrank back in fright and quickly pulled his foot back.

He has slept for twelve hours.

Jeremy muttered to himself, and his stomach promptly let out a very unforgiving growl.

Even gods need to feed people.

When Xiu En opened his eyes again, he was surrounded by a dark and strange blue-purple hue.

That wasn't moonlight, but bioluminescence emitted by the ferns surrounding the greenhouse.

Under these dim lights, the originally dilapidated greenhouse surprisingly revealed a somewhat eerie beauty.

He took a deep breath.

There was no violent cough, and no smell of blood.

Although my lungs still felt somewhat heavy, the persistent, drafty feeling of a hole had disappeared.

"woke up?"

A somewhat languid voice came from the left.

Xiu En propped himself up and saw Ivy sitting on a hanging chair made of woven vines.

"He woke up naturally twelve hours after ingesting trace amounts of alkaloids, without vomiting or convulsions."

Ivy glanced at Xiu En.

"Your drug resistance is better than I thought. An ordinary person would be unconscious for at least 24 hours and have diarrhea for two days after taking this."

"Perhaps it's because of my unique constitution."

Xiu En stretched his stiff neck.

"Now that you're awake..."

Ivy jumped off the hanging chair.

"You should turn on your light."

She pointed to a shady area at the deepest part of the greenhouse, where several plants looked like withered branches and fallen leaves.

"certainly."

Xiu En stood up and dusted himself off.

He felt the fullness in his body, which was filled with the metal energy of Geng and Xin, subside slightly, replaced by a weakness from hunger. But this did not stop him from placing his hand on his chest and responding with a smile.

"God said, 'Let there be light.'"

The next second, the familiar and brilliant white light once again illuminated the greenhouse under the night sky, instantly suppressing the faint bioluminescence of the creatures.

Under the light of the White Emperor's Palace.

The once dark and eerie greenhouse was instantly as bright as day.

The fungi and mosses accustomed to dark corners shrank back because of the sudden bright light, but it was precisely because of this that some small places hidden by the lush foliage were completely exposed.

Pamela Ivy was stretching lazily, her fingertips lightly tracing the dark purple petals of the datura flower.

Suddenly, she stopped moving.

Its green pupils contracted sharply as it stared intently at the shadow beneath a high beam.

There, a tiny red dot stood out starkly against the intense light.

"Stop. Don't move."

She gave the order, not to Xiu En, but to the vines around her.

All the plants seemed to freeze instantly, like soldiers receiving a command.

Apart from the sound of rain and the faint hum of the Shuen halo, the only other sound in the air was breathing.

A thick, dark green thorn covered in sharp spikes, as thick as a python, suddenly shot out from the ground and rushed toward the roof.

With a cracking sound, the thorn caught a black object about the size of a thumb and pulled it from the concrete.

The vine drooped down obediently, offering its strangled prey to Ivy's palm.

This is a black miniature camera probe with a very angular design. Even though it has been deformed by vines, you can still see the outline of its iconic pointed ears.

"I knew it."

Her slender fingers suddenly exerted force.

The sophisticated electronic components turned to dust in her palm.

"It's that disgusting little thing again."

She turned around, her red hair flying like flames in anger.

As her emotions fluctuated wildly, the entire greenhouse erupted in chaos.

Countless branches began to lash out wildly at every corner.

From the back of the huge banana leaf.

From deep within the damp soil.

Pop, pop, pop.

One by one, the black listening devices, each flashing a faint signal light, were roughly found by the frenzied plants and thrown on the ground.

"Oh My God!"

Jeremy was so startled by the noise that he jumped up and almost crashed into the mouth of the carnivorous plant next to him, dropping the half-eaten bun in his hand to the ground.

"Boss? What's going on? Is there a fire here?!"

"They are the eyes of the devil!"

Joestar was surprisingly the first to react.

He pointed to the broken pieces on the ground caused by the vines.

"The light of God not only illuminates the darkness, but also exposes evil spirits and monsters!"

He grabbed a steel pipe, rushed over, and started smashing it wildly at a camera that was still sparking on the ground.

"This is why we must build this temple! Purify! Purify everything!"

Xiu En stood quietly in place, acting as a lamp stand.

He looked at the high-tech-looking fragments on the ground and silently made a decision.

That paranoid guy over at the Bat Cave must have already put him on top-level surveillance.

With this light on, the alarms over there are probably already going off like crazy.

In less than two minutes, a small pile of black electronic waste had appeared on the ground.

Ivy stepped barefoot on this pile of high-tech products that could buy half a street, crushing them down without the slightest hesitation.

"That damn control freak."

She looked down at a circuit board at her feet that still bore the Wayne Enterprises logo.

"Damn Batman! Just how insecure are you?"

She kicked the debris away, her chest heaving violently.

He picked up a relatively intact listening device and shouted:

"Bruce! With all that money, instead of throwing slutty parties with supermodels and sunbathing on a yacht, you had to turn this place upside down in the middle of the night and even plant a listening device in my azalea pots?"

She had no idea that these listening devices were newly installed; otherwise, she would have discovered them that morning. All she knew was that her territory had been defiled by that perverted capitalist in a bodysuit.

"Sweep them all out!"

She yelled at Jeremy, who was cowering in the corner.

"If you want to keep living here, throw all this blues-smelling electronic garbage into the deepest part of the sewer!"

I don't want to see anything related to him for even a second right now!