American comics: The off-the-charts random transformation

Morpheus continued speaking coldly, like a merciless instrument of speech:

"Because of the bet, the bet between you and it. You fired a shot from the human world into hell, and for hell, that was the signal to start a war."

Lucifer, who originally planned to retire and do nothing, was driven crazy by the rioting demons.

And that's exactly what I needed his help with.

So he made a bet with me: he demanded that I take Garfield, who was firing at Hell, and leave him alone to resolve the war between Hell and Earth!

If you win, Lucifer will give you a chance to make a wish.

If you lose, the demons will build you a special paradise in hell, themed around torturing you.

Darkrai's expression was grim, though its face was now so dark that nothing could be discerned:

"Damn, what about Garfield? This bet of yours is all against me, it has nothing to do with Garfield."

Morpheus stared blankly at Darkrai: "I'll send it to hell, randomly, and how long it lives depends on its luck. You'll have to save it yourself."

The timeframe for resolving the demon invasion of Earth is one month; we're too lazy to wait any longer.

If you haven't solved the problem by the end of the month, all the portals from Hell to Earth will open simultaneously.

Holy crap, these guys are really arrogant, using others as bets at will! What? One is the Endless Family, and the other is the Lord of Hell? Oh well, never mind then, there's no point in complaining when they bully us.

Darkrai's lips twitched. It had a feeling that someone was definitely trying to trick it, someone was definitely trying to trick it!

There were no problems when I was on Food Island, but as soon as I arrived in Gotham, they gave me a hard time. Which bastard wrote this script?

Is it God? Or Lucifer? Only those two idle idiots would bother to manipulate other people's fates.

Darkrai forced a smile and said:

"Aren't your demands a bit too high? Why don't you leave Garfield here and let it fight alongside me against the army of hell? How about that?"

Morpheus showed no intention of making an exception, and coldly replied:

"No, it's part of the gambling too. You need to find it in hell for it to help you."

Darkrai couldn't hold back any longer:

"Are you kidding me? Is hell a place for decent people? And with only a month allotted? You're just making things difficult for Tian Xiaoban!"

Morpheus: "You created this mess yourselves, so you'll have to clean it up yourselves. Your troubles brought Lucifer to your attention, and I was just forced into it. I'm betting on you to win."

"Huh? This!" Darkrai was flattered but also felt immense pressure: "Isn't this difficulty going to explode?!"

Darkrai trembled with fear. "Are you kidding me? Even the Demon King of Hell bet on me losing! If I go to Hell, am I doomed?"

This is a total rip-off!

Morpheus looked at Darkrai, who was in despair, and reminded him, "Lucifer himself said he couldn't see your future. Don't give up; you have a chance to win."

"Damn it, you said it's possible, which means it's mostly impossible. What if Lucifer goes into battle and becomes the final boss? I'm doomed!"

"No, the bet stipulates that neither he nor I can interfere."

"Are you representing individuals or a group?"

Morpheus: "Personal."

"Then wouldn't I have to deal with other hell lords? Is that a task I can accomplish?"

Morpheus: "Gambling is about the unknown. If you knew the outcome, it wouldn't be gambling!"

Morpheus held his pale hand to his mouth and gently blew. Gray sand swirled out, revolving around Garfield until it formed a ball, and then Garfield vanished.

"Hey!" Darkrai tried to stop him, but it was too late.

A few grains of gray sand drifted toward Darkrai, etching a hellish rune onto its scarf. Once activated with energy, it could open a portal to hell.

"You have to fight with all your might to win."

After Morpheus finished speaking, he disappeared into the swirling sand. As soon as he left, everyone present woke up, as if they had been given a forced wake-up buff.

Chapter 99 The Demon King's Game Has Begun

Bruce, who was on the bed, was the first to wake up. His first words were:

"Alfred, we did it!"

A familiar voice came from the sofa next to me:

"Yes, sir, we succeeded."

In the dream, the two worked together seamlessly, using the Batplane to knock down the Joker and successfully trapping the giant Joker with the aircraft carrier's steel cables. Batman piloted the Batplane, repeatedly ramming the Joker's head until he was knocked unconscious. Just after they defeated the Joker, they woke up from the dream.

Darkrai thought about his skill list, flipped to the control-type mental ability, and his mental energy surged into the two people's minds, directly communicating with them mentally.

[Ahem, it seems your experience was quite exciting. Too bad I didn't see it, but welcome back anyway.]

"Young Master Ban?"

"Tian Xiaoban?"

After the two came to their senses, they saw a strange black shadow with an unusual hairstyle, its eerie blue eyes staring straight at them.

However, the fluorescent green logo on its red scarf was very eye-catching.

[Hmm, it's me. Good that you're awake. If Batman hadn't shown up, Gotham would have been doomed!]

Upon hearing that Gotham was doomed, Bruce, whose body was riddled with steel pins, instinctively tried to stand up. Although Garfield had healed him, the metal braces on his body hadn't been removed yet.

Alfred immediately stepped forward to stop them and tried to calm them down:

"Sir, calm down. Gotham isn't as serious as you think. Young Master Ben was just joking. In fact, Chief Gordon handled it very well, and Gotham has been quite peaceful recently."

As Bruce removed the metal braces from his body, he asked, "Alfred, how long have I been unconscious?"

Alfred stepped forward to help dismantle it, replying, "Including today, it's been exactly a week."

"That's too long! Batman has been gone for too long! The current peace and tranquility may be brewing even greater chaos!"

Bruce was terrified that his nightmares would become reality, that Gotham would descend into the chaos and uncontrollable state depicted in his dreams. That scene of utter devastation must never become a reality!

Darkrai floated in front of Bruce: "Hmm, your current fear is quite delicious. But I must warn you, you might not be able to defeat them. If I hadn't returned just in time, you might not have woken up. They have superpowers that target the soul; you almost had your soul damaged."

You have to admit, Bruce, you have your limits.

Bruce Wayne frowned, meeting Darkrai's gaze. "But there are no limits to Batman. Thanks this time."

Darkrai drifted back a little distance, and it saw obsession in that look.

[You are welcome.]

Seeing that the conversation was about to fall flat, Alfred changed the subject, saying, "Where's Mr. Garfield? Did he go to eat? The master should thank him. If it weren't for his help, the master wouldn't have recovered so quickly."

Darkrai paused for a moment, then said:

[Uh, it went to another world...]

It had only spoken half a sentence when the hourglass symbol on the scarf began to flash.

Beep beep beep beep... Bang!

Darkrai's transformation time ended, and Tian Xiaoban appeared. The hellish rune that was originally on Darkrai's scarf moved to Tian Xiaoban's arm.

"Time flies this time, an hour has already passed."

Tian Xiaoban sighed for a moment, then continued, "Although it's hard to keep up, it seems I'm about to stage a 'hero saves his buddy' scene. I'm going to rescue my cat."

"You mean it was caught? Who?"

Bruce Wayne frowned; he was already imagining people conducting biological experiments. If dangerous creatures like Garfield were to proliferate in Gotham, it would be a catastrophe.

"Uh, it's in another world, and it wasn't captured by a human. Anyway, it's complicated to explain. I need to go and rescue it. I have to leave right away."

Upon hearing "another world," Bruce's brow twitched. After thinking for a moment, he said, "Do you need my help? I have plenty of tools here."

Bruce didn't mind helping Tian Xiaoban find Garfield; he had quite a few exploration tools at his disposal.

Tian Xiaoban shook his head. Technology was useless to that wretched place called Hell. He'd better ask other professionals later.

"No need, you should just focus on recovering. My tools are just as good! Besides, I have magic."

By the way, there's a bar at 1867 Gotham Harbor back alley that has members of the Bane Gang; you can check it out.

There's one more thing, do you know about super-powered medicine?

Alfred took out a box of pills that emitted a green glow from the bedside table beside him; the transparent casing made them easy to spot.

He handed the box to Tian Xiaoban:

"This is the super-powered medicine. I bought the healing type of pills, but unfortunately the master won't take them. Young Master Ban, you can have it if you want!"

Bruce retorted, "I've said it many times, Alfred, it's not a good thing. Gene-modifying drugs might be part of some people's conspiracy."

After Tian Xiaoban took it, Alfred helplessly tried to calm Bruce down.

"I understand, sir."

Bruce's words make sense. Who knows if someone has tampered with gene-modifying drugs? Once your genes are modified, it will be too late.

Tian Xiaoban opened the medicine box, which contained twelve pills labeled "treatment".

"I showed Garfield the genes of superhumans. This drug replaces a person's original genes with those of a superhuman."

Garfield said that this gene fusion is very brutal and could potentially lead to undesirable mutations in humans.

Bruce Wayne nodded, somewhat angrily saying, "I knew this stuff was unreliable. What good stuff could Lexcorp have developed in such a short time? There must be a secret behind him letting this stuff circulate. Maybe he's increasing the experimental data, increasing the sample size, or maybe he's screening some people..."

Seeing Bruce's thoughts growing increasingly dark and his mind becoming seriously confused, Tian Xiaoban reminded him, "Although this thing has all sorts of flaws, it can indeed save your life in a critical moment. You were lucky this time, but you might not be so lucky next time, Bruce."

Next, you'll be dealing with a gang of superpowered individuals—not just one or two, but a whole group. Superpowered drugs are as common as handguns among them, and superpowered individuals are a dime a dozen.

I'm going to find Garfield, so I won't be staying in Gotham. You'd better form a team too.

Alfred also advised, "Sir, Mr. Ben is right. I think you need to call Mr. Dick back as well. The situation in Gotham is complicated right now, and we need help."

Bruce paused for a moment, recalling the horrific scenes from his nightmare, and then agreed: "Let Dick come back."

Alfred picked up the phone and contacted Dick Grayson.

........................

They left Wayne Manor.