American comics: Praising the sun, starting from Gotham!

The sunlight above the clouds was brilliant, pouring unreservedly through the glass and filling the entire cabin.

Here, at 20,000 feet, there are no perpetual dark clouds like in Gotham, nor that musty smell that seems etched into your very bones; only pure light and heat.

Xiu En squinted contentedly, every cell in his body rejoicing in response to the activity of sunspots.

He felt confident this time; was he finally going to complete his daily task of basking in the Gotham sun? He'd been in this world for so long, and he'd never finished this daily task! He hadn't even flown that far; it should still be within the scope of the task, right?

[Daily Task: Bathe in the morning sun... Under testing]

The system notification sounded.

Error: Coordinate offset. Leyline connection broken.

[System notification: The sky does not belong to Gotham.]

Xiu En's smile froze. He looked at the huge fireball outside the window that could have roasted him alive, then at the semi-transparent panel that only he could see, and finally, somewhat dejectedly, pulled his trench coat over his head to block his view.

"The system is too picky."

He muttered to himself.

"What's wrong with this UV radiation? Looks like I'll have to figure out a way to break through Gotham's pollution and cloud cover when I get back."

Although Xiu En now has a long lifespan and doesn't care about his life for another day, this is purely a frustration for his opportunistic nature.

As the roar of the fighter jets turned into a low rumble of reverse thrust, the planes began to circle and descend over the city center.

The art style here is so different from Gotham that it's like two movies directed by different people.

Below was a brightly lit, almost unreal, urban jungle. The streets were tidy, and people were even jogging in the park at midday on a weekday. No one was hiding in alleys trading contraband.

The sunflower on her shoulder seemed to be stimulated by the overly beautiful sunlight. Pamela Ivy, who was actually a flower head, suddenly leaned back and then used two huge green leaves like hands to cover the sides of the flower head, making it look a little cramped.

To her, the plants here all grew too properly, lacking that resilient wildness.

The heavy fighter jet, capable of leveling half a city block, glided effortlessly into a huge private estate located on a hillside on the outskirts of the city.

At the end of the tarmac, a glass villa, far more modern than the old castle at Wayne Manor, was gleaming. A brand-new silver sports car was parked in front, and two ground crew members in neat uniforms were guiding Alfred to park his plane.

The enormous "W" corporate logo hangs at the very top of the main building, like a silent mockery.

"Seriously, Ah Fu."

Xiu En jumped down the gangway.

"Does the boss have some kind of collecting obsession? Like, maybe collecting private airports from all 52 states will summon some kind of dragon or something?"

"Young Master Wayne's investment portfolio is always...very forward-thinking."

Alfred removed his flight helmet, his hair still perfectly styled, and stepped out of the cockpit, casually tossing a set of car keys to Hugh.

"In fact, Wayne Enterprises maintains at least three backup safe houses and two transit points of this level in every major city in North America. In the young master's words, if you're going to do good deeds in other people's cities, you need a decent foothold."

"What he was really trying to say was that since we're on someone else's turf, we should at least prove that I'm the richest person here."

Xiu En rolled his eyes, feeling the profound gap between the rich and the poor.

"I bet I wouldn't be surprised if he built a resort on the moon someday."

The silver sports car silently cut into the Golden Avenue and arrived at the most famous open-air dining area in the city center.

Afu didn't even glance at the waiter who was diligently directing the car backing up. He simply turned the steering wheel half a turn in his white-gloved hands, and the low-chassis sports car stopped in the best parking spot.

Xiu En opened the car door and comfortably tilted his neck back at a dangerous angle.

Here.

There is no corrosive smell of acid rain.

There is no choking smoke or dust from industrial waste gas.

Only that pure, fresh oxygen that Gothamites find utterly unreal.

"Shuen, please mind your manners."

Afu had somehow produced a handkerchief, but it only slightly blocked some of the overly bright reflected light for Xiuen.

"The citizens here may not be used to a gentleman who shines on his own."

A hearty plate of smoked ribs and a glass of iced lemonade that looked expensive were served. Even though this was Central City, as long as that black card was shown, any add-on that Afu approved could be added to the menu.

At the same time, Pamela Ivy, perched on his shoulder, made a move that nearly made the office worker at the next table, who was drinking coffee, throw his cup away.

The tiny sunflower stretched out its roots with remarkable grace, like a person doing stretching exercises. Its disc-shaped face initially avoided the shade under the umbrella with disdain, but then stretched outwards without hesitation, its two large leaves unfolding in a captivating display, as if embracing this gift of midday.

"Does it taste a bit bland?" Xiu En mumbled, chewing on a piece of cartilage, as he commented on the sun in the sky.

The sunflower immediately stopped swaying, turned its head to look at Xiu En without saying a word.

Then they immediately turned back to continue sunbathing.

The crowds in the city center at noon are not small.

At first, everyone was just stealing glances at the sports car, which was rare even in the wealthy neighborhood, and the butler who looked like an old-fashioned aristocrat even though he was dressed as a waiter.

But soon, this sneaky glances turned into blatant staring.

Imagine this: a young man whose skin has a semi-metallic sheen in the sunlight and who occasionally spits out sparks from his mouth is chatting with a sunflower on his shoulder that is chasing the angle of the sun, while the elegant old butler calmly adds water to the table with an expression that says, "My young master just has a peculiar hobby of gardening."

"Look at that, is that the latest holographic projection pet?"

"No, no, I've seen that movie about the exotic plant garden; it must be a remote-controlled toy!"

"But that person is reflecting light! No, they're emitting light!"

Whispers spread through the air like droplets, but no one dared to actually approach.

The people of Central City have seen a lot of strange things lately. The city itself is a bit odd, and its inclusiveness is second only to the metropolis.

As long as this person hasn't pulled out a freeze gun and started firing, it's just today's midday news, not an emergency alert.

Xiu En showed no reaction to the flashes and stares, and even mischievously turned up the brightness a little.

"Okay, it's full, really full!"

He felt a sense of satisfaction from being filled with light.

"Ah Fu, now that you've eaten and drunk your fill, it's time to go check on that guy who's always late. See if he's outrunning his indigestion too."

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