The Magnetic Emperor began leading Gotham toward justice.

In a low-rise building in the eastern district.

"Ugh...it's so cold..."

A boy who looked only fourteen years old was curled up in the blanket.

He gripped the blanket tightly with both hands, wishing he could be completely covered by it.

The blanket was just the right size to cover his body.

The quilt was covered in patches, and there were even some old clothes sewn onto it.

The quilt contained cheap cotton, old newspapers, and other things to keep warm.

Despite this, cold winds continued to blow in from outside.

It felt like a scraper, blowing on the boy's face.

Suck!

Gray sniffed and stared blankly outside.

"It's already raining, why hasn't Dad come home yet?"

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but feel a little sad.

Somehow, after the massive earthquake struck, the city seemed to lose all order.

Aunt Lisa moved to the neighborhood a few days ago.

She said that a terrible, massive explosion had occurred in the city, killing many people.

Afterwards, she brought her son Peter to this place to wait for America's rescue.

But now, without water, electricity, or food, they are finding it difficult to survive.

Not to mention living and waiting for America's rescue.

So Gray's father, Sakam, prepared to go out in search of food.

Snapped! !

A crisp sound suddenly came from outside, interrupting Gray's thoughts.

He looked up at the outside.

Suddenly, a dark figure appeared in the rainy night.

Upon seeing the brown overcoat peeking out from the newcomer, Gray smiled.

He immediately crawled out of bed, jumped off the bed, and ran quickly forward.

"Dad! You're finally back..."

However, before he could finish speaking, something round fell off the figure.

The spherical object rolled around on the ground a few times before finally rolling to his feet.

He stopped and stared wide-eyed at the head at his feet.

"Wow! Daddy!!"

The timid Gray was so frightened that he immediately sat down on the wet ground, supporting himself with his hands and backing away.

Looking at the head on the ground, a look of fear appeared on his face.

That was none other than the head of his father, Sakam!

......

After resolving the power plant's electricity issue, White Wave left Harley, Catwoman, and Poison Ivy behind to guard the area.

This is now the most important place in the newly reborn White Dream City, and there can be no more mishaps.

He himself came out to find the surviving people of the city, and then used the power of the magnetic field and the power of everyone to rebuild the city.

Suddenly, Bai Lang stopped.

His extremely keen hearing allows him to hear sounds from several kilometers away.

This is one of the reasons why he went out to find the surviving people.

In the three or four days prior, he had already rescued most of the people.

Those who tried to seize food or women in the chaos were all killed by him, and then death sent them to the mysterious realm.

The undead Niki was also released by Bai Lang to find those people in need of help and lead them to the White Dream Organization.

Bai Lang suddenly moved, rushing towards the direction where he had just heard the sound.

The air was blasted with a loud cracking sound, and the blurry afterimages were like ghosts in the rainy night.

As the afterimage rapidly advanced, the power to the ruins had already been restored by Harley and Catwoman with their team.

The lights seemed to shimmer as the white waves moved forward.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the place where he had just heard the scream.

Drizzling...

Raindrops continued to fall on the ground, where a headless corpse lay in the darkness.

The corpse was wearing a brownish-yellow coat, and its hands were frozen so hard they looked like large purple radishes.

Bai Lang's gaze searched the ground and soon found the corpse's head.

He appeared to be a middle-aged man in his forties, with frostbite on his face and around his ears, seemingly caused by the extreme cold weather of the past few days.

But now, the severed head has begun to turn purple due to the extreme cold of minus seven degrees Celsius.

His face was completely expressionless, its color entirely purple from congealed blood.

"..."

Bai Lang reached out and held the middle-aged man's head in his arms, then placed it on the piece of the headless corpse that had been pieced together.

The force of the rotating magnetic field connects the corpse to the head.

Then he used this immense power to dig a deep pit and buried the body in it.

After doing all that, he stood up, looked at the low house next to the ruins in front of him, and walked in expressionlessly.

The second Joker was sitting next to a fire made of blankets.

"Alas...it's so cold..."

He possesses the Dionysian factor, which allows him to recover from injuries rapidly.

But the Dionysian factor won't help him resist the cold; it will only repair his frostbitten wounds, only for him to get frostbitten again, in a never-ending cycle.

He gazed at the leaping flames, as if he could see in them the nuclear explosion he had personally created.

Logically speaking, there's no way the second Joker could actually destroy Gotham City with a nuclear explosion.

But at that very moment, he deliberately activated the nuclear warhead with a bomb.

Even he himself didn't know why he did it.

Perhaps it's because he had another relapse or something else.

In short, he was a madman, or rather, a madman who had gone insane along the way, so much so that even he himself didn't know what he would do next.

Gray, holding little Peter, huddled in the corner, staring in horror at the pale figure in the tattered suit.

Before them, Mrs. Lisa lay in a pool of blood, a long gash in her abdomen from a knife cut.

The clown stripped some of her clothes and draped them over himself to keep warm.

Feeling somewhat better, the second-generation clown turned to look at the two children he had left behind, a sinister smile on his face, and asked:

"Do you two have anything to eat?"

Gray and Peter felt the malicious gaze of the second Joker, which sent shivers down their spines.

Gray shook his head rapidly, saying, "No...no food."

"Hehe...no food?" The second-generation clown's eyes turned cruel.

He looked Gray and Peter up and down, noticing that one of them was fourteen years old and the other was only eight.

The two men's clothes were tattered, and although they were thin, one could still vaguely see the white flesh covering their ribs.

"Hehehe... It's okay if there's no food... We both eat the same thing... Hehe!"

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The second Joker, wielding a dagger, suddenly charged toward Gray and Peter, who were huddled in the corner.

His face was contorted in a grimace, and his complexion was deathly pale.

Although the Dionysian factor kept him alive, the constant hunger tormented his spirit.

Although the second Joker is mentally ill, no one wants to experience the excruciating pain of hunger.

Gray released his grip on little Peter and, with a sudden burst of strength, pushed him toward the door.

"Peter! Run! Run as far as you can, don't let him catch you!!"

Seeing that Peter was about to escape, the second Joker immediately changed direction, gripping his dagger.

However, the timid Gray unexpectedly stood in front of him.

The moment Gray stood in front of the Joker, he couldn't help but curse himself inwardly.

'Grey, Grey, what kind of hero are you trying to be? This is the Joker! Gotham City's infamous, deranged criminal, the Joker!'

'Even your father, Sakam, died at his hands, and you're still standing in his way?'

Despite inwardly blaming himself for his subconscious actions, Gray still stood in front of the Joker, buying Peter more time to escape.

"Hehe... Even if you let him escape first, it doesn't change the fact that you're all going to die!"

The second Joker grinned, laughing as he gripped his knife and stabbed it towards Gray's neck.

Gray was so frightened by the scene that he froze, unable to move at all, as if he had been scared out of his wits.

The sharp dagger pierced the air, and even the second Joker squinted his eyes with considerable experience to prevent blood from splashing into them later.