American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

basement.

Cheap candles.

The smell of sweat produced by humans gathering for a long time.

This made Xiu En, who had just emerged from the pure divine fire, cover his nose in disgust.

"How could a place like this hold a god who can manipulate the rules?"

He kicked aside a cultist in a black robe who was trembling in front of him, and the man rolled to the corner.

"You are being far too careless about God's living environment."

Standing in the center of the enormous binding magic circle, an old man known as Roderick Burgess was on the ground.

His eyes, already burned by the divine light when he looked directly at the arrival of the angel, were filled with tears, and he muttered defensive spells illogically.

But this is meaningless.

All the black magic shields vaporized without even making a sound when they came into contact with the faint golden flames on Xiu En's body.

Xiu En ignored these people and walked to the giant glass sphere that was floating in the center.

A pale man was curled up inside.

Thin, with messy black hair and sunken eyes, he looked like a drenched black cat abandoned in the rain.

"Is this the tailor you're looking for?"

The sunflower tapped on the prison window with its leaf.

"He looks malnourished. Does he really have the strength to work?"

"My gut feeling tells me that if you give this guy a breath, he can weave a rainbow into a scarf."

Xiu En stretched out his right hand, spread his five fingers, and pressed them on the surface of the glass ball.

"Furthermore, I don't like looking at things through a cage."

The barrier that had imprisoned the Lord of Dreams and was supposed to trigger a century of imprisonment and countless tragedies exploded under Xiu'en's tyrannical pressure.

Countless glass shards, imbued with the power of the restriction, were melted into transparent liquid droplets by the high temperature before they could even fly out.

The pale man inside lost his support and plummeted toward the ground.

Xiu En casually reached out and grabbed the other man's thin, bony shoulder, lifting him up as if he were pulling on the scruff of a cat's neck.

"Hey, get up and get to work."

Xiu En asked.

"Are you good at sewing?"

Roderick Burgess, who was lying paralyzed on the ground, let out a desperate scream like a pig being slaughtered.

"No! That's mine! I've caught him! That's my immortality!"

This old mage, whose reason had been consumed by greed, actually pulled out a pistol engraved with runes from his pocket at that moment and pulled the trigger on the man of light who had ruined his life's achievements.

boom!

The bullet is brought to a standstill the instant it leaves the barrel.

The bullet vaporized in mid-air before it had traveled very far.

A faint golden light shot out from the sunflower leaf, vaporizing the gun along with Roderick.

"So noisy."

Xiu En flicked his fingers in disdain and turned to look at the Dream Lord in his hand, who was still not fully recovered.

"Alright, the bystanders are taken care of. It's not unreasonable to charge a small fee for saving your life, is it?"

Morpheus's deep eyes, which seemed to hold the birth and death of countless stars, finally focused on this bright smile that screamed "I want to take advantage."

He parted his lips slightly and uttered a few words.

"Are you... the sun?"

Xiu En casually tossed aside the items he had looted from the display case.

The helmet, the ruby, and the bag of dream sand were all thrown to the pale god who had just gained his footing.

"Take this, and don't lose it later."

Morpheus accepted his power.

In that instant, the darkness of the basement was dispelled by some deeper, more ancient night.

Morpheus closed his eyes, and in an instant, his gaunt mortal body was enveloped in an invisible shadow.

When he opened his eyes again, the disheveled prisoner had vanished.

Then, there was a dream monarch, clad in a jet-black, starry night trench coat, with deep-set eyes that held endless vortexes.

"I know why you've come, about that outer garment that holds infinite possibilities."

Morpheus's voice was deep and reverberant, like a whisper in the dead of night, making one's eardrums itch.

He stroked the ruby ​​in his hand, looked at Xiu En, and his tone carried a hint of earnestness that only mortals could have.

"I'll provide you with the thread and the cutter. But not now."

Just as Ivy was about to explode, Xiu En raised his hand to stop her.

"I have a promise."

Morpheus turned to look at the wall, which was only illuminated by a narrow vent, his gaze seemingly piercing through the bricks and stones, and through time itself.

"Every hundred years, I go to see a human friend. I go to hear what he thinks about living."

"I was supposed to keep the appointment in 1889. But I missed it." His hand clenched slightly. "I'm 27 years late. I have to go and see if he's still waiting for me."

These words, spoken by a high-dimensional deity, carry an exceptionally moving weight.

Xiu En raised an eyebrow, then flashed a bright smile.

"Hey, I get it. It's like how Ah Fu would keep the mille-feuille pastry warm even if he knew I was going to be three hours late."

Actions driven by a certain obsession.

Whether it's breaking plans just to get a hot meal or to see a friend, Xiu En believes it deserves the highest praise.

"Then let's go, Great Dream God."

Xiuen opened the iron door to the basement.

"I'll go with you. Don't keep your friend waiting too long, even though he doesn't seem to be in a hurry."

London, East End.

Although it is already the 20th century, that corner of the tavern with hundreds of years of history seems to have been frozen in time.

Hob Gadlin was drinking a cloudy, cheap beer and fiddling with an outdated pocket watch.

Although I say I don't expect that cold-hearted guy to remember, he still comes to visit every year on this day.

Even though that date has been over for so many years.

Just as he was about to get up and leave, the wooden door of the tavern was pushed open.

A burst of brilliant golden light, instantly making the entire foggy city clear, squeezed in first.

Immediately afterwards, the dark figure he had been waiting for for a very long time walked in, leading a glowing monster with sunflowers growing on its shoulders.

You're late.

Hobb didn't get up, but simply raised his glass as if to an old friend who was only a few minutes late, the wrinkles on his face smoothing out with a smile.

"I know."

Morpheus walked to the table and sat down. For once, his perpetually indifferent face showed a rare, almost smiling curve.

"I encountered a slight mishap. But this glowing friend resolved it."

Xiu En turned and walked towards the bar to order food, not intending to disturb their reminiscing.

My fingers instinctively reached towards my side, but I didn't find anything.

Damn it, Hugh is starting to miss his trench coat again.

Hobb, who was standing nearby, stepped forward, took out a few coins, threw them on the table, and gestured to the bartender to put the bill in his name.

"Take as much as you want."

Hobb took a sip of his dark beer, his face displaying the casualness of an old-fashioned British gentleman.

"It's been a long time since I paid for this meal; it's not like me as a successful businessman."

Xiu En withdrew his hand from his waist.

"Guys, bring up all the bloody roast meat, ham, sausages, and those oak barrels of ale from your kitchen!"

Xiu En slapped his hands on the bumpy bar counter.

"We'll take as much as we can get. This is a big customer buying up everything."

"I think you ordered these things simply to fill your bottomless stomach."

The sunflower perched on his left shoulder shook its petals a few times, as if complaining.

The bartender stared wide-eyed at the strange man whose forehead glowed faintly and who ordered food by the ton.

If it weren't for the real gold and silver Hob had staked there, he probably would have pulled out his short stick for self-defense and chased people away.

"I swear that once the new clothes are made, I will definitely design a hundred heat-resistant dimensional interlayers."

Xiu En picked up the large glass of dark beer that the bartender had tremblingly pushed towards him, tilted his head back, and gulped it down. It didn't taste very good, but he didn't care.

Shuen raised his empty glass to Hob behind him.

"Not only is he resilient, but he's also generous. Your friend has great investment potential."

Xiu En plopped down next to the long wooden table.

"Do you need me to give you a blessing? The kind that can grant you another six hundred years of life."

Hobb chuckled and pulled out a chair to sit down.

"No need, thank you. Actually, just ensuring this company doesn't go bankrupt has already taken me three centuries of brainpower. Life itself is interesting enough."

A basin of charcoal-grilled sausages and large chunks of coarse bread were served, the aroma of spices and meat filling the entire wooden table.

Xiu En tore at the food without any hesitation.

Morpheus sat quietly opposite him.

The food on the table was steaming hot, but his eyes, which seemed to hold a galaxy of stars, didn't register anything about it.

All his attention was now focused on the primordial creation energy that Xiu En had casually crumpled into a ball next to him.

The aura emanating from it, radiating boundless growth and orderly rules, subtly triggered his instincts as a dream weaver.

"This material is very strong and tough."

Morpheus's fingers intertwined on the table.

"I need to first analyze its bottom line of tolerance."

The hustle and bustle of East London was quietly stripped away at this moment, and White Horse Tavern seemed to become a lone boat floating on the Milky Way.

Time seemed to stand still, except for the people at this table.

Sunflower Ivy stood upright on Xiu En's shoulder, stating her demands.

"The bottom line is that each bag must be able to fit a six-meter-tall metal truck without hindering walking. This is a hard requirement that must be met."

Morpheus stood up, and the Dream Ruby floated in mid-air, refracting the most bizarre and fantastical light in the world.

He simply touched that primordial energy of creation with a light touch.

The conceptual substance was as obedient as a lump of colorful clay at the Dream Lord's fingertips.

Countless invisible threads were drawn out from the void.

That was the ramblings of mortals.

It is a prophecy that has not yet occurred.

This is the expectation Hob left behind here.

"Tighten your collar! That guy's eating manners are awful; I don't want soup getting down my neck!"

"Tighten your collar! That guy's eating manners are awful; I don't want soup getting down my neck!"

The sunflower projection standing on the table was clearly not intimidated by this mythical scene.

Ivy waved two leaves, pointing and gesturing at the members of the Endless Family who were micromanipulating the rules of the universe.

"And the cuffs! They have to be made of a durable polymer structure, since he often puts his hands into rotating machines or monster mouths!"

Morpheus slightly raised his eyes, glanced at the noisy plant, then at the sun beside it, and nodded.

Thus, the fabric that was taking shape instantly changed its structure, transforming from a simple dream dress into a sturdy, practical trench coat.

"The form is there, and the spirit is there too."

"But this kind of high-dimensional fabric requires several strong anchor points to lock in."

His gaze fell on Xiu En.

More precisely, it landed on the pure aura and auspicious clouds that even Xiu En himself hadn't noticed, beyond that dazzling golden light.

That saved the Metropolis.

Save the vampire world.

To relocate the inhabitants of a world.

Clear away the shadows of Gotham.

Even the various merits accumulated from just wrapping the children in the Transformers world in good fortune!

Morpheus's fingers made a grasping motion on Shuen's shoulder, forcibly tearing off the illusory golden clouds that filled the sky, kneading and compressing them until they materialized.

"Then let's use it as a button."

Pat, pat, pat.

Three crisp sounds.

As the golden light and starlight dissipate, a long trench coat, its entire body a deep, dark black, reveals the reflection of a galaxy beneath its lining as one walks.

It's already on Xiu En's body.

Xiu En didn't stand on ceremony and reached directly into his pocket.

He stretched his entire arm inside and then stirred it around contentedly in the subspace that was comparable to a warehouse.

"There really are a hundred pockets!"

Thanks!

Shuen casually patted Morpheus on the shoulder, almost making the Dream Lord, who was still in a weakened state, stumble.

"This clothing is much more comfortable than that golden armor."

Xiu En straightened the collar of his new trench coat.

"I'm leaving!"

He waved to the Endless Family member who still looked melancholy even after regaining his freedom, and patted the human who might live longer than a god with his other hand.

"Next time I want to eat your fish and chips, remember not to burn the fish."

Morpheus nodded slightly.

"The door to dreams is always open to you. Although I don't recommend you come in, your light is too bright and might scorch your nightmares."

"Same here, I don't really want to sleep in a pile of sand either."

Xiu En gave the large, satisfying bag one last check. After confirming that it was empty but had unlimited potential, he transformed into a dazzling golden rainbow, carrying the sunflower clone on his shoulder, and pierced through the dimensional barrier.

Gotham, at the top of Wayne Tower.

The golden rainbow smoothly returned to its original form.

For an instant.

Those silk threads, the gold clasp of merit, and the dreamlike starry sky lining are recombined in the present world, transforming into a new trench coat.

"Hmm, it's a little tight, but it looks better."

Xiu En spun around.

On his shoulder, the sunflower pounced on Ivy, who had been waiting nearby for a long time.

Ivy extended her finger, and a ball of vibrant green life energy condensed at her fingertip—a pure blessing she had painstakingly refined.

"Don't move."

She gave a soft shout, her fingertip touching Xiu En's new clothes. Green light patterns, like breathing veins, quickly spread across the entire trench coat.

Ivy withdrew her hand with satisfaction.

Xiu En took a deep breath. In addition to the usual scent of sunshine, there was now a hint of mint.

"Perfect. Now only one last step remains."

Shuen's eyes seemed to pierce through space, locking onto the figure in Wayne Manor's kitchen who had just opened the oven.

"I knew it, Xiu En."

When Xiu En teleported directly to the side of the kitchen.

The head butler calmly pushed a plate of steaming, golden, and crispy cookies forward with his white-gloved hands.

"My gut feeling tells me that a hungry traveler will return tonight."

Xiu En looked at the plate of cookies that were practically glowing, and the emotion in his eyes was more genuine than if he had seen some kind of magical artifact.

"Ah Fu, you are God! The real God!"

Without any hesitation, he opened the pocket of his trench coat and stuffed a handful of cookies inside.

Surprisingly, the crispy cookies weren't crushed after entering the pocket; instead, they were gently held up by some kind of gentle spatial rule.

"This pocket?"

Afu raised an eyebrow.

"It seems you brought back some interesting souvenirs from outside?"

"That's what you call a local specialty."

Xiu En popped a piece into his mouth as he stuffed it in; the rich milky aroma instantly soothed his taste buds, which had been damaged in those damned metal worlds and desolate dreams.

"By the way, Afu, do you have any that's a bit harder? Like the kind that's mixed with aerospace alloy powder?"

Afu smiled and turned around, taking out a metal can labeled "Not for human consumption" from the cabinet behind him.

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