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

Chapter 118 The Land of Batman's Power

Gotham Forest.

Dior pulled his collar tighter and surveyed the lush yet eerie surroundings.

This wasn't his first time here, but each time he came, he had a different feeling.

This is a magical forest, a microcosm of Gotham City's crime.

As for why I say that...

"Again?"

Dior stepped expressionlessly over a skeleton that had been unearthed by wild dogs.

"This is probably the fifth time, right?"

Because Gotham Forest is so vast and shrouded in mist year-round, countless criminals have used it as a natural burial ground.

But there are even stranger things.

Dior turned his gaze to Bruce and Alfred, who were walking ahead.

Why did he run into this weird thing as soon as he got here, while the other two didn't see anything?

Not only did they not encounter any corpses, but they also felt no fear of the eerie environment.

It was as if the Gotham Forest in their eyes was a beautiful world of bright sunshine and not a trace of fog.

But how is that possible?

"What exactly do you want to tell me?"

Dior placed his hand on a large pine tree, staring at the scratches on the bark, his brow furrowed. "I'll find the answer myself."

He scanned his surroundings, his two insight-based skills picking up fragmented clues:

Footprints, tire tracks, scratches, drag marks.

"Hurry up, Master Dior, don't look at that ordinary walnut tree."

Walnut tree?

Dio frowned as he looked at the large tree in front of him, which was clearly a pine tree.

"Damn it, could I have caught Ed's mental illness too?"

Now he was certain of one thing: either he was sick, or Bruce and Alfred had eye problems.

and many more?

Yes, eyes!

Dior took a small mirror out of his pocket and looked at his face.

Sure enough, his pupils had turned dark gold at some point.

"Okay, still as handsome as ever, that's good news."

"Dio, I knew you were narcissistic, but I didn't know you were this narcissistic."

Bruce's calm voice came from behind.

Dior took a deep breath.

Good heavens, over the past few months, he has actually gotten used to someone's elusive nature.

"What? You want to fix your hair too?"

He turned around and handed the mirror over; his eyes had returned to their original color.

"No need, it's damp here, it'll get wet again after a while if we clean it up."

Bruce rejected the offer.

He doesn't have the ability to control his own hairstyle.

"What a pity."

Dior took a mirror and pretended to fix his hair.

"Come on over as soon as you're done organizing."

Bruce shook his head and hurried through the bushes toward Alfred ahead.

"As expected?"

Dio glanced at the skeleton at his feet, then at Bruce's back.

"Your subconscious mind is ignoring what's beneath my feet."

Bruce's reaction just now confirmed that he "saw" the skeletons but immediately ignored them.

It's important to understand that the process of humans seeing something and transmitting it to the brain involves several stages.

First of all:

The eyes see an object → signals are transmitted through the optic nerve → the brain receives and processes the signal → the brain thinks about and identifies "what is this".

But just as Bruce's brain was pondering what this meant, he skipped over that option entirely.

He overlooked it.

"What the hell is this place?"

Dior hesitated for a moment, then quickly followed.

It wasn't this strange when I came here as a child, it's really like seeing a ghost.

He didn't want to get involved with those huge problems in the forest.

Soon after, a heartwarming campfire was lit in the camp.

Alfred made a foil-baked butter lemon vegetable salmon dish using a campfire.

"Please, gentlemen."

"Thanks, Alfred." ×2.

Dior took a bite and felt the comforting warmth slide from his throat into his stomach, a feeling of happiness welling up inside him.

Having walked that stretch of road, he was now completely certain of his deduction.

There are some things that Bruce and Alfred, as ordinary people, cannot see.

There's a famous saying that goes:

What troubles people is not the things themselves, but their perception of them.

Bruce and Alfred have happy memories of this forest, so the scene they see is positive.

And I...

Dior took another bite of salmon, looked at the gloomy surroundings, and snorted coldly.

That's really discriminatory treatment.

He smiled, becoming even more curious about this mysterious forest.

"Alright, young masters, you'd better hurry up."

"Now, open your backpacks and take a look at your mystery gifts!"

Dio quickly ate a few more bites, opened his backpack, and took out a stone engraved with his name.

Since learning about the forest's mysteries, he's become less resistant to these tedious rituals.

"I'm ready, Alfred."

"Me too."

Bruce also took out a stone engraved with his name.

The three climbed toward the spot where the stones had been placed in previous years.

It was a high, desolate slope with a small stone tower piled on top.

"Now, let's build this little tower a bit higher."

Alfred also took out a stone engraved with his name and placed it on the stone first.

"it is good."

Bruce nodded, his eyes filled with nostalgia.

This seemed to be the only place where he could feel relaxed.

Dior glanced at him.

This young master, who always had a gloomy face, actually smiled.

This is truly bizarre.

Bruce Wayne can actually laugh, and even when he's not flirting with girls.

Dior did not make any sarcastic remarks.

On the contrary, he somewhat envied Bruce for having a relatively normal father.

Thomas Wayne?

That's really great.

He took out a stone engraved with his name, found a spot, and piled it up.

[Achievement: Land of Power]

【Finish】

[Reward: A touch of kindness from Gotham Forest]

You personally placed the stones engraved with your name into that silent stone tower, completing the anchoring ceremony with your willpower.

In Gotham Forest, a land stained by the green of all things, the red of all beings, and the gray of decay, cursed by the Slaughter Swamp, corrupted by ancient sorcerers, and watched over by countless ghosts, a simple act of remembrance will earn you a sliver of kindness from this forest.

[Effect: Whenever you return to this place, the forest will recognize your presence; the mist that drives mortals mad, the deliberately buried skeletons, and the whispers wandering among the shadows will all "ignore" you.]

The forest you see reflects the true state of your heart: if you are happy, you will see sunshine and fragrant flowers; if you harbor hidden wounds, you will see bones and damp cold.

[PS: The Land of Power does not protect the strong, but only those who dare to reveal their names to the Dark Forest. With each increase in the height of the stone tower, your pact with this land deepens.]

[Validity period: 365 days]

In an instant, a faint sense of connection emerged from the depths of my heart.

And the transit point for a sense of connection is precisely...

Dio looked at the stone tower in front of him with his name engraved on it and took a deep breath.

Is this why the world looks different to you?

A glimmer of kindness from the forest?

"Can I come again next year, Alfred?"

"Of course, Master Dior."

Alfred smiled with satisfaction.

In his view, this was a turning point where Dio finally considered himself a member of the Wayne family.

But in Dio's eyes, he did consider himself a member of the Wayne family, but he was No. 0.1!

Moreover, in the future, he will rename the Wayne family to the Brando family!

[Special Mission Triggered]

[Mission Name: The Judgment of the Blasphemers]

[Posted by: A Singer of Decaying and Perpetual Nihilism]

[Synopsis: Clad in white shells, they push those who are still breathing but will never wake again into the swamp at night, harnessing the power of decay!]

[Mission Objective: Interrupt their corrupt abuses and punish them]

[Reward: Skill: Corruptor, Stand Awakening +10%]

[The Fujoshi]

[Ability: You gain the ability to communicate with corpses]

Touching a body that has been dead for no more than seven days allows you to ask it three questions. The body will answer based on its remaining memories, but the answers may be fragmented, lies, or desperate cries.

[Limited to once every seven days]

What?

"Things are getting more and more interesting."

Dior smiled.

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