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

Chapter 121 Because I'm Spider-Man

"How could you...?"

""

Dior's voice was terribly hoarse.

His finger twitched, but then remained suspended in mid-air.

...Fake."

Dior bit his tongue, the taste of blood filling his mouth, and only then did he come to his senses.

"They're all fake."

"Damn it, I've been poisoned too?"

"As expected, human abilities have limits, but the time for me to stop being human hasn't come yet."

Dio struggled to look away from the illusion that resembled his mother.

Damn it, we miscalculated! We forgot about preventing biogas!

He shook his head and began to manipulate the ripples to channel life energy in order to combat the hallucinations.

Dio struggled to look away from the illusion that resembled his mother.

A golden experience has appeared.

A stone in the swamp was imbued with life and transformed into a snake.

These organisms, born from biogas environments, naturally possess immunity to biogas.

Therefore, this serum can naturally neutralize the concentration of methane in his blood.

The golden needle plunged into the snake's body, extracted the serum, and then stopped.

"All right."

Dior took a deep breath, pulled open his collar, revealing his fair collarbone.

"bring it on!"

The serum was injected into the body.

The Golden Experience continued its actions, injecting Bruce with the serum once more.

"Ugh!!!"

"Ugh!!"

The two boys instantly snapped out of their hallucination, their faces flushed but they remained silent.

Dior possesses the resilience of a tiger woman; what was once excruciating pain is now merely a soreness.

Bruce, needless to say, is a ruthless man who would roast himself on fire and suffocate in water.

The pain lasted for a long time.

The two remained stiff for a while until Alfred's shouts echoed from the forest, bringing them back to their senses.

They exchanged a glance and nodded in tacit agreement.

No one will tell anyone about what happened tonight.

This is a shared secret.

[You rescued your companion, Batman Bruce Wayne, from danger. This is a heroic act. Points +200]

On the way, Dior glanced at the panel and smiled silently.

Sure enough, there was an extra reward.

"Young Master Bruce! Young Master Dior!"

Alfred's figure appeared at the end of the path, holding a flashlight, which shone on the two of them.

"It seems he really is Alfred."

Dior squinted under the lights and made a joke.

"Shut up, no one is allowed to talk about what happened tonight!"

"I can't even mention that someone came up to me and called me father... Ugh!!"

Before Dio could finish speaking, Bruce covered his mouth tightly with a blank expression.

Bruce covered his mouth while waving.

"Alfred!"

"Oh! You two little rascals."

Alfred stormed over, his face darkening. "The adventure game is over!"

Back in the cabin, Dio glanced at Bruce, who was standing in the living room making a phone call, and smiled.

Soon after.

[Mission Name: The Judgment of the Blasphemers]

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

[Task Completed]

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

"It's done."

Dior idly fiddled with the knife in his hand and chuckled to himself.

The task requirements are very clear.

Stop the abuse and corruption and punish them.

But he only punished those two people; he didn't stop Wayne Memorial Hospital's abuse of its corrupt practices.

Moreover, even without them, people will continue to throw people in a vegetative state into swamps.

How can it be considered an interruption?

This is where Bruce, the heir to the Wayne Enterprises, needs to step in.

Today is Dio's victory!

Foolish Bruce, he was being used by me without even realizing it.

Wood is big, wood is big! !

With his back to Bruce, Dio finally smiled, just as he had hoped.

[Points: 2100]

Stand Awakening Level: 14%

14%?

Shouldn't it be 11%?

Could it be...

A guess formed in Dior's mind.

He already has a Stand Awakening level, and this can be artificially increased.

Even without the system, he would become a Stand user and awaken that golden Stand.

This is fate, something ordained.

Dior immediately understood and felt very fortunate.

Compared to Dios from other worlds, he is much luckier as he is likely to awaken his "world" after adulthood, since other Dios only awaken their Stands after they are over a hundred years old.

"Hmph."

Dior hummed contentedly.

This is another victory for Dio!

At the same time, Bruce's face looked very ugly, extremely ugly.

He had just tried to coerce and bribe the hospital director to stop the other party from continuing.

But the other party still treated him like a child with no voice.

A child with no voice!

With no other options, Bruce had to resort to other tactics.

For example, the director often goes to a spa called Spabosch Sumka.

It was a peculiar place where adults could experience a "return to infancy" theme.

Customers dressed in baby clothes crawled around on the floor crying, and were even fed with bottles.

After Bruce found out who was doing dirty work for Wayne Enterprises, he successfully stole the dirt that they had.

Among those scandalous details was the director's spending records at brothels.

creak!

I am not yet strong; when I am strong, things will change!

Bruce clenched his fist and turned around to meet the gaze of a certain guy.

Goodnight, Bruce.

Dior raised his wine glass, swirled the hot milk inside, and smiled.

He drank the milk in one gulp.

Bruce raised an eyebrow, glanced instinctively at his phone, then at Dior, and understood.

"Was that part of your calculations?"

"All right."

He returned to his bedroom without a word, took out a notebook, and began to write and draw.

Upon closer inspection, it was found that many things were written on it using a kind of cryptic, incoherent language.

The only part that could be read fluently was a name:

Dior Brando

The lights in the cabin in the woods gradually went out.

Meanwhile, on the other side of the city, the basement of Arkham Hospital was bustling with activity.

Indian Hill Laboratory.

The red light above the recovery laboratory flickered, and there was a huge fist print on the bulletproof glass.

The door opened.

"That's spectacular."

Hugo adjusted his glasses, gently stepped over the spiderwebs entwined beneath his feet, and walked forward.

Hello? Are you there?

No one answered.

The warning lights on the ceiling flickered, sending a chill down one's spine.

suddenly.

The lights went out.

In the darkness, a hand reached out from behind, grabbed his collar, and lifted him off the ground.

"Ugh—Aaaaaaah!"

Hugo's glasses were askew on his nose, and his legs were kicking wildly in the air.

Ms. Peabody stood behind the one-way glass, her gaze sharpening, just about to grasp the microphone when she said, "Wait!"

Hugo gripped the hand that was choking him tightly, his voice forced out from his throat, "Don't let anyone disturb us!"

He pointed at Peabody behind the one-way glass, his gaze fervent.

Then Hugo lowered his head and looked at the person who had lifted him up.

He was a young man.

He was shirtless, muscular all over, with handsome features that also hinted at a weak character.

"Who are you?"

Hugo's voice suddenly softened, as if he were coaxing a child who had just woken up, and he said, word by word, "You are the son of Vishkarma, the god of craftsmen, Sri the Spider."

"And I am your father, I am the one who gave you new life. Do you recognize me, my son?"

The man tilted his head and stared at Hugo for a long time.

Then, he shook his head.

"No, I am Peter Parker."

Hugo's smile froze on his face.

How do you still remember?

That shouldn't be the case; they should have successfully brainwashed her beforehand.

The man released his grip, and Hugo fell to the ground, staggering back two steps.

"Why do you still remember?"

The young man raised his head, revealing a resolute expression like that of a hero.

"because....

""

"I am Spider-Man."