American comic book: Transmigrated into Dior and adopted by the Wayne family

Amidst the torrential rain, a magnificent yet eerie manor stood silently.

The lightning flashed across the sky, illuminating the words on the gate: Wayne Manor.

The rain was falling quietly.

Inside the car, Dior looked out the window at the historic estate, his brow furrowing slightly.

"This is so eerie, is this a normal place for people to live?"

"Of course, sir." The driver turned around, smiled, and said, "I wish you a pleasant life ahead."

"Thanks."

Dior suppressed his discomfort and forced a polite smile.

"I will live well here."

"must!!"

The vehicle drove towards the entrance of the manor.

A tall, kind-faced, and resolute middle-aged man stood in front of the eaves, holding an umbrella.

Alfred Pennyworth, the butler of Wayne Manor, and also Batman's most capable assistant in the future.

The car came to a slow stop without splashing any mud or water.

Alfred was about to step forward---

The car door opened, and a suitcase was thrown out, landing in the rain.

Dior leaped out of the car, landing without splashing a drop of water at his feet.

In that instant, Dio saw Alfred instinctively tighten his grip on the umbrella, and his expression changed.

Is this a warning to me?

Dio carefully observed Alfred's micro-expressions, trying to glean something from them.

Just then, footsteps sounded behind them.

"Alfred, is that him?"

Bruce came out of the house.

[Key figure detected: Bruce Wayne]

This is gravity; the encounters between people are indeed meaningful!

Seeing this, Dio walked to the eaves and looked at the black-haired boy who ran out of the gate.

The boy was pale and thin, showing no trace of the future Batman.

Which version of Batman is this?

At this moment, Bruce calmly walked up to him and politely extended his hand:

"You must be Diego Brando?"

"You're Bruce Wayne?"

Dio answered in his deep, melodious voice, neither humble nor arrogant, as he looked Bruce up and down.

"And then there's Dio Brando."

The next second, Dio gave a friendly smile, shook the hand, and his gaze swept over Bruce's face.

It's hard to believe that someone like this would one day become Batman, a man with skepticism and conspiracy theories ingrained in his very being.

And it seems like he doesn't have a chin, or maybe Bruce is just too young now and you can't tell he has a chin?

It seems we can't rely too much on the foresight of time travelers.

Dio was somewhat suspicious, but his smile widened. He released his grip and looked at the two people in front of him, his gaze pointed:

Let's get along well from now on.

Alfred paused for a second, his voice so steady it betrayed no emotion:

"Welcome to Wayne Manor. It's a bit chilly outside, let's go inside and talk, Mr. Bruce, and..."

The old butler's gaze met Dio's; those eyes were still fixed on him.

There was no malice, no flattery, just watching, waiting for a title that belonged to him.

Alfred's lips moved.

"...Young Master Dior."

"Come in, from now on we're family."

Alfred led Bruce, who was somewhat saddened by the funeral, inside first, ignoring the suitcases on the ground.

[Achievement Complete: Invader Dio! Points +100]

[Achievement Completed: Move into Wayne Manor! Points +100]

It seems my cheat code really is related to these superheroes.

Dio listened to the voice in his head, reached out and picked up the rain-drenched suitcase, patting it.

Yes, Dio is a time traveler who was hit by a lucky charm and thus traveled through time. These two voices are the cheat codes he gained when he traveled through time.

There's a system called the Best Villain Development System and a system called the Best Hero Development System. They'll issue some strange tasks and achievements, offering double rewards, dual identities, and double the fun.

The functions are just like the name suggests; they are very simple and clear, and easy to develop.

This is so incredibly fun!

This should have been a very happy thing, after all, Dio had no ties in his original world, but—

This city is called Gotham.

This is Gotham!

How did I get here?! Is this still in China?!

Dior felt that if there were a ranking of bad luck, he would definitely be at the top.

Fortunately, Gotham City possesses a kind of madness that allows everyone who comes to the city to adapt to it quickly.

The process wasn't so pleasant.

Dior was no exception. Counting this year, he had been here for twelve years. Just a few days ago, the gears of fate began to turn.

It was a mysterious organization with immense power; it could not only forge wills but also had connections throughout Gotham.

These people gave him a task, a very simple task.

Dior's eyes fell into reminiscence:

"Dio Brando, male, 12 years old, orphaned, formerly resident of 47 Crancy Street, East End."

"From today onwards, you have a new identity," said the voice altered by the voice changer. "The Wayne family's adopted son, do your best."

"What should we show?"

There was a three-second silence on the other end.

You'll find out.

Communication was cut off.

I will find you! But before that...

Dior's eyes gradually turned sinister. He stood motionless at the door, carrying his suitcase.

"Young Master Dior, did you forget something in the car?"

Alfred appeared at the gate, one hand behind his back and the other in front of him.

"I'm saying goodbye to the past."

Dio glanced back at the rain curtain he had seen for twelve years, smiled disdainfully, then turned back, his face returning to its usual polite demeanor.

"I'm coming, Alfred."

"That's wonderful, Master Dior. I've prepared ginger tea for you to warm you up."

Alfred led the way, guiding Dio into the grand hall of the magnificent manor.

The true owner of Wayne Manor has long since disappeared.

"Come on, Dio, I'll take you to your room."

Alfred took the lead up the stairs, took the suitcase from Dior, and walked ahead.

"Where's Bruce?"

Dior walked up the stairs, looked around at the various antiques in the hall, his eyes showing no emotion.

Alfred stopped and turned around:

"Oh, young master Bruce just attended the master and mistress's funeral today and is a little tired, so he went to bed first."

It seems he was quite unhappy about my arrival, perhaps because today was his parents' funeral?

Is that why Bruce Wayne used such childish tactics to express his dissatisfaction?

Dior nodded and spoke politely:

"Mr. Thomas raised him very well. Even though he was so tired and sad, he still made time to see me."

"Yes." Alfred frowned.

Dior's expression remained unchanged, still flawless.

But Alfred just felt that there was something hidden beneath that face.

Mockery? Disdain?

He said he couldn't be sure.

The adoption is a done deal; the lawyer, the court, the will—all the documents are complete.

Legally speaking, this is an unchangeable fact.

Alfred didn't want to assume anything malicious about a 12-year-old.

However, necessary vigilance is essential.

Especially on this special day.

Alfred suppressed his thoughts and continued leading the way.

The room was at the end of the corridor.

Alfred pushed open the door. The room was spacious, and the windows were open, revealing a thick curtain of rain and well-trimmed flowers outside.

It's clear that everything was prepared in advance; the blankets are new, the bed is soft, and even the chairs are top-notch.

"If you need anything..."

"Thank you, Alfred," Dio interrupted him. "That's very good."

Alfred stood in the doorway, watching him disappear.

three seconds.

Goodnight, young master Dior.

"Good night."

The door closed.

Dior did not turn around.

Because he has more important things to do.

[Current available points: 200]

[Should we start the lucky draw?]

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