American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

Chapter 366 Little Flower Strikes

This is the beginning of a connection between hearts; good.

"Sir, don't interrupt my phone call!"

In that instant, all his attention was focused on that miraculously established mental connection!

Ecstasy surged and roared wildly deep within his soul, almost bursting his entire light consciousness!

But he forcefully suppressed all of this.

He could sense that she on the other end of the connection was so lost and vulnerable.

Any overly intense emotion could frighten her, or even sever this hard-won connection once again.

He transformed his mental fluctuations into the gentlest spring breeze, carefully conveying them along the spiderweb.

"I'm here."

In the forest of Ximu Realm, all the sunflowers and Ivy's true form suddenly trembled!

She heard it!

She really heard it!

That voice echoed in her mind! It was blurry, yet familiar! It carried a warm feeling that made her want to cry!

"Who are you?"

Her mental fluctuations carried a hint of vigilance, a hint of fear, and nine parts of anticipation that she herself was unaware of. She responded to the past.

She saw Lucifer give her a "please go ahead" smile, then very gentlemanly turn and disappear into the shadows, leaving the space entirely to her. After Lucifer left, a green shadow in the corner that looked like it had two horns on its head seemed to breathe a sigh of relief, and then the green shadow vanished without a trace.

"Who are you?"

She asked again, cautiously.

This time, it was a series of blurry images, accompanied by that gentle voice, that flowed into her blank memory.

It was a greenhouse filled with the scent of sunshine.

Countless vines grow wildly in the greenhouse, and a reclusive girl who has adopted a bunch of orphans is watching an uninvited guest intrude into her territory.

"do you remember?"

That voice asked softly in her mind.

"That greenhouse in Gotham, your own little haven."

Greenhouse? Gotham? Girl?

The sunflower shook its flower head.

The scene changes.

Fragments of memory, like puzzle pieces blown by the wind, surfaced one by one in her chaotic mind.

She saw someone who always smiled like the sun, a little silly, but as radiant and dazzling as the sun!

"Me? Me!"

Ivy felt her consciousness begin to waver.

It's too chaotic, too much information, too many images.

She felt like she was about to split open.

Just then.

A vivid, warm, and richly buttery image pushed aside all the chaotic fragments of memory and forcefully occupied the center of her entire sea of ​​consciousness.

It was a spacious and bright kitchen.

An old butler, dressed in a tailcoat with his hair neatly combed and a kind smile on his face, was handing a plate of freshly baked cookies to a radiant person who was eagerly waiting for dinner.

"What about this one?"

That gentle voice rang out again.

This time, his voice was filled with longing.

"Do you remember, Little Flower?"

"Ah Fu's cookies are the best ever!"

"Ah Fu's cookies?"

Yes, Xiu En likes Afu's cookies!

In that instant, all the hazy memories, like puzzle pieces that had found their place, fit together perfectly!

She remembered!

She remembered everything!

I thought of the rainy nights in Gotham, the sunshine in the orphanage, and those countless journeys across the universe!

Then I remembered it again.

That golden one.

beyond redemption.

You big idiot!

Cries filled with endless grievances and longing erupted from all the sunflower clones in the Ximu Realm!

The sunflower's golden leaves trembled violently with excitement, and tears rolled uncontrollably from its stamens.

All vigilance, all confusion, all bewilderment were swept away in this moment! Only an overwhelming surge of emotion remained, which could no longer be contained!

"Shuen!"

"You big idiot! Where the hell have you been?!"

Hearing the sobs filled with grievance and longing from the other end of the connection, Xiu En felt as if his heart was being torn apart.

He wished he could break through that damned world barrier immediately and hold this little flower, who was crying her eyes out, tightly in his arms.

But he can't.

"Okay, okay, turn off the shower, my area is about to flood."

"You won't look good if you cry your face."

"Mind your own business! I'm not good-looking to begin with!"

The sunflower sobbed, wiping its tears haphazardly with its leaves.

"Where are you? Why don't you come back? They've all forgotten you! Bruce doesn't remember you at all! And one of the snacks Alfred made is missing yours!"

"I know, I know everything."

Looking at the other side of the world's crystal wall, where everyone was still busy at the party, Shuen said, "It's enough that they can celebrate happily. Isn't that what we want to see?"

"Not enough! Not enough at all! What kind of celebration is it without you?! What kind of happy ending is it without you?!"

"I want you back! Now! Immediately! Right now!"

Xiu En thought so too.

That's right.

Without her, I don't want to go anywhere in the world.

So, without her own world, how could she stay there alone?

"it is good."

Xiu En smiled.

"Then you have to do me a favor."

"it is good."

On the other side of the world's crystal wall, Xiu En took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing all his surging emotions.

"Ivy, do you remember? Bruce should have a little gadget in his hand right now."

"That thing was a safety rope hastily made for me by dozens of Batmen from the multiverse."

"Its function is to forcibly back up my existence coordinates to the world laws of the Ximu Realm instantly, just like sending an email, when my existence is erased by that broken alarm clock."

"I haven't really disappeared. I've just been blacklisted by the Ximu Realm server. And that stable anchor is my only appeal channel."

"What you need to do is find Bruce immediately. Tell him that the thing he has is used to find a forgotten person."

He definitely won't believe you.

Xiu En's tone was tinged with helplessness.

"His head is full of nothing but data and logic. So you don't need to reason with him, you just need to remind him of some things."

"Remind him of some things you and I did together..."

"In his memory, you should be the one who did all these things. He'll find you incredible, unfathomable. But at the same time, that strong sense of incongruity will tip the scales in his heart towards you."

"Let him trust his gut feeling, not his data."

"Finally, tell him to briefly open the world access of the Ximu Realm to that stable anchor for one second."

"Just one second is enough."

"I see."

"Leave it to me."

The celebration party in Ximu Realm is coming to an end.

Most of the heroes who were completely drunk were taken back to their respective temporary rest areas by Afu.

Bruce Wayne stands alone in the shadows of a corner of the party.

He wasn't drinking alcohol; he was holding a cup of cold black coffee. His gaze remained fixed on the small silver device in his palm, his brow furrowed.

The ever-present emptiness did not dissipate with the joy of victory; on the contrary, it intensified.

Just then, a slight whooshing sound came from behind him.

Bruce turned around.

A golden sunflower, emitting a soft glow.

It's Ivy's clone.

This powerful entity played a crucial role as a botanical advisor throughout the war. He even recalled that on many occasions, this seemingly harmless plant had unleashed astonishing power in ways he couldn't comprehend, turning the tide of battle.

He trusted her completely.

This trust was almost instinctive. It was as if, in those past moments he could no longer remember, there should have been a third person between them.

"What's wrong so late, Ivy?"

"Bruce, I need your help."

Her gaze fell on the silver device in Bruce's palm, and she began her story.

Soon after.

"What are you talking about?"

After listening to Ivy's flawed and illogical account, Bruce's first reaction was that it was absurd.

A non-existent sun god who saved everyone?

A savior who voluntarily had his existence erased so as not to be discovered by the Heavenly Court?

And the device in his hand was only meant to pull him back?

"Ivy".

Bruce's tone became extremely serious.

"I respect your contributions to this war. But every word you're saying now is pushing the boundaries of my understanding. It sounds more like a myth."

Sunflower retorted excitedly.

"I'm telling the truth!"

"Then how will you prove it?"

"I----"

Ivy was speechless.

How can she prove the existence of someone who has been forgotten by the whole world?

Ivy took a deep breath and said quickly, "In the Red Rain world, when that cursed sun was about to go out, who transformed into light, forcibly purifying the darkness of the entire planet, and turning that world's vampire Batman into the Daywalker?"

"In this world of ruins, who is it—"

"Who was it when the lantern displays were being collected—?"

"Who is it—"

"Who is it—"

"Who is it!!!!"

Bruce's breathing became rapid!

He remembered these things! In his memory, they were Ivy's greatest miracles! She displayed the world-creating power of a nature goddess!

Bruce's hand began to tremble slightly, uncontrollably.

In his memory, all these things were clearly done by Ivy.

But why does it feel so strange to hear her say it herself now?

It's as if, in those shining moments that should have belonged to her, there should have been another golden figure. A figure who was always noisy, always hungry, always unserious, but always the one who solved all the problems.

"What you've said."

"I need time to verify this."

"There's no time left!"

Ivy's voice was trembling with tears, almost pleading.

"Bruce, I don't know how to prove it to you! But could you, just this once, try to trust your gut feeling?"

"Do you believe that deep down, you still feel that lingering emptiness that has persisted since the war's victory?"

He looked down at the silver device in his palm, which seemed to be getting hot as it sensed something.

Ultimately, faced with Bruce Wayne's own emotions—a yearning to find his lost family—Batman gave up thinking.

"Tell me what to do."

Bruce made the most irrational decision of his life.