From Gotham to Night City, my infamy is known to all.

The two reached an agreement.

Later, Leo retrieved the spider robot and returned to the hotel as if nothing had happened.

That evening, he discussed it with Pure White and they decided to fly to Miami the next day and then return to Gotham from there, just to be on guard against Batman.

Pure White had no objections, but she offered another suggestion: "Why don't you take out the Mewtwo headband and the electric cup and play with them?"

Leo was stunned and firmly objected: "You're just messing with me again. It's not like I'm short of money. If I really had that need, wouldn't it be better to find a few real people?"

What good stuff can you expect from someone selling themselves? Don't catch any diseases. Besides... this isn't just for fun, it's a brilliant plan to kill three birds with one stone!

First, you told Batman you were looking for bikini-clad beauties and disappeared for a day. To avoid arousing his suspicion, it's perfectly appropriate for you to return under false pretenses.

Secondly, I want to test whether your gene seed, brought back to the singularity from the outside world, will be killed.

Thirdly, V is sharpening his knives in Night City, ready to pounce on you. You'd better practice more; if you don't perform well on your first try, it will affect your relationship.

How can you speak so rudely...?

Leo couldn't help but complain.

No, no, no, I'm just stating the facts.

The pure white voice carried a hint of schadenfreude.

[The day after you left, V went straight to your bed and slept there. The third day, she bought a condom. The fourth day, she threw the condom away and replaced it with birth control pills. The fifth day, which is today, she went to a vending machine and bought you male enhancement pills. From what I've observed, her hormone levels have been fluctuating wildly these past few days, and they're about to explode. I'm very worried that she might kill you in bed.]

That's right to say...

Leo started to worry.

Given V's physique, beating her won't be so easy.

Come on, come on, fast forward to Mewtwo, I'll teach you some tricks for dealing with girls. You don't want to get defeated by V on your first try, do you?

【…】

I thought about it from every angle, even upside down, and it all seemed to me... that what she said made some sense.

Leo gave in, took out the magical combination items from 2077, and began to learn...

Rising to Fame: Chapter 244 Bruce: "The time traveler has big ambitions; he wants to be Caesar..."

Thursday, March 9th.

There are still 15 hours until I return to Night City, which I've been longing to visit.

Leo returned to Gotham City and met Bruce, who looked slightly tired, on the top floor of Wayne Tower.

Clearly, the other party was extremely busy during his "vacation" days, and it seems they stayed up a lot of nights.

"Hey, good morning."

Leo greeted him in a good mood.

Bruce glanced at him a few times while typing on the keyboard: "Looks like you've toned it down a lot this time. Keep it up, or you won't lose your sexual function before you're forty."

Leo's smile froze, and he retorted, "Don't bother, we have high technology over there—the big steel cannon, all night long! Every single night!"

"You need a prosthetic body for this?" Bruce shook his head speechlessly. "Why don't you just inject dopamine and endorphins into their bodies? That would be much more efficient."

How do you know people over there don't do that?

"..."

Bruce had nothing to say about the decadent Night City; in comparison, even Gotham seemed to have a more honest and simple way of life.

Leo stopped chatting with him and suggested going to the warehouse to collect the goods.

"I left at 2 a.m. today. I still haven't bought some fresh food. I'll go and collect the wine first, and then I can go to the supermarket."

Bruce's eyes were on the screen, but his mind was racing: "No need for all that trouble, I've already bought it for you, just take it."

Leo glanced at him sideways, thinking that this man probably had ill intentions.

Later, when they arrived at the warehouse on the second basement level, they found it to be true—the mountain of various fruits, vegetables, fresh meats, seasonings, and other food items was enough to feed a company of 100 infantrymen for a month.

"I only bought enough supplies for ten people last time, why are you preparing so much!?"

"Take more, it's free anyway."

Leo was speechless. After a little thought, he knew that Batman was testing the size of his space and definitely had no good intentions!

If he knew that the singularity space could continue to expand, his "coping plan" would have to be significantly thicker.

He quickly glanced inside the singularity space and began to do mental calculations:

Nearly 2 cases of wine require 450 cubic meters.

There are 100 cubic meters of usable space remaining.

The original clutter, plus the Batmobile, Batwings, motorcycle, and these ingredients, could be squeezed in if you squeezed a little.

Since that's the case, then take it all. If we can't finish it, it won't spoil in our space.

After making up his mind, he put everything into his spatial storage right in front of Bruce, and gave him a disdainful look.

"Since it's a free gift, I'll accept it. Also, I have some clown stuff here, which is useless to me, so you can keep it."

After saying that, he threw out the clown's gasoline cans.

Seeing hundreds of oil drums appear in the warehouse, Bruce raised an eyebrow: "What are these?"

"The Joker prepared burial items for Harvey and Rachel, and I felt it was too dangerous to leave them unattended, so I took them back."

After leaving the Joker's gift for Batman, Leo spent some time tidying up the supplies, and then once again entered a state of idleness.

Around noon, he went to the Institute of Botany to have lunch with Poison Ivy and took the opportunity to ask about the progress of the experiment.

Poison Ivy rested her chin on her hand, thinking as she spoke:

"It went relatively smoothly. The aquatic plant samples you provided already have a strong ability to survive and resist pollution, otherwise they would have gone extinct long ago. As long as we further enhance this ability and add genes that can transform and absorb pollutants, we can create water-purifying plants that meet the requirements."

"High-sugar crops are a bit more difficult. These crops have undergone countless gene editing processes and have been reinforced with numerous genetic safeguards to increase the difficulty of cracking them. It is difficult to make progress by relying solely on science and technology."

Fortunately, I possess the power of the green of all things—

She picked up a tray from the corner of the table; it contained a layer of potting soil that had been thoroughly moistened with nutrient solution.

Poison Ivy scattered a dozen or so wheat seeds on the ground, and with a slight flick of her right hand, the seeds sprouted, grew, and turned from green to yellow at an incredible speed, fully maturing.

The whole process took only a dozen seconds, so fast that Leo couldn't even see the specific details.

Seeing his stunned expression, Poison Ivy smiled smugly: "The Green of All Things governs all forms of plants and can give all plants life. I can make wheat reproduce hundreds of generations in a single day, accelerating genetic mutation through exhaustive search, thereby finding the right gene and bypassing the genetic blockade."

The problem is, even if I find the right gene, I don't have the advanced equipment to transfer it into other crop seeds..."

Leo knew his turn had come: "Leave the equipment to me. I'll try to bring it with me next time. How long do you expect it to take to prepare the genes for both crops?"

Poison Ivy quickly worked on the computer for a moment, then pondered, "If it's just about finding the right genes, rather than fully mastering the technology that allows crops to have high sugar content, it should take one to two weeks."

“Then I’ll be back in ten days!” Leo said excitedly. “By the way, Ivy, you also need to think of some ‘anti-theft’ measures, so that our competitors don’t easily take away our achievements.”

"Yes, I know. They can use genetic protection, so can we. I can even use the power of the Green of All Things to leave a secret door in the plant's genes. I guarantee they won't be able to unlock our genetic lock no matter how hard they try!"

"That's absolutely right! Let's do it!"

Let magic defeat science and give those scientists in 2077 a supernatural shock!

After discussing the work arrangements for the Botanical Institute with Poison Ivy, Leo completed all his work in Gotham.

He spent the entire afternoon at the research institute, cultivating a relationship with this outstanding employee and reinforcing his image as an environmentalist.

That evening, he returned to Wayne Tower to say goodbye to the wealthy man.

"I have to go, Bruce. I'll be quite busy when I get back. I'll be back in ten days."

"Oh... the intervals for time travel can be adjusted?"

"Of course! Subspace technology is not such an inconvenient thing!"

Bruce sighed, a rare occurrence for him, and advised him, "You'd better take it easy when you get back. I always feel that you're taking too big a step, too aggressively."

Leo smiled slightly and quickly retorted: "There's a famous saying in Night City—'Nobody? Or famous throughout the world?'"

Bruce frowned deeply, sensing a maniacal malice in those words: "Now I understand how things got to this point over there... Of the ten people who take that as their life motto, ten will die on the road to fame."

“Indeed, but…” Leo grinned triumphantly, “I will live to be famous throughout the world, no, I will rule the world! Haha!”

After making his verbal rant, he walked briskly towards the elevator and returned to his residence.

After the elevator descended, Bruce pressed the backspace key to return the document to the previous page.

The screen was displaying footage from the interrogation room. He zoomed in on the details and saw the high-tech, gold submachine gun in Leo's hand, with the three Vs on the gun so prominent.

“Three letters V…Veni (I come), Vedi (I see), Vici (I conquer), the time traveler has quite the ambition, no wonder he said he would rule the world…”

The original plan was too conservative; let's increase the intensity...

Rising to Fame: Chapter 245 "Good morning, Night City!!"

Back on the 43rd floor of Wayne Tower, the first thing Leo did was call the priest.

"Whoosh...whoosh..."

The call was quickly connected, and the priest's weathered old face appeared on my retina.

"Father, it's been a long time."

Leo greeted him in a relaxed and cheerful manner.

“You too, L, long time no see. I’m relieved to see you’re doing well.” The priest nodded gently, and the V-shaped tattoo above his right eyebrow caught Leo’s eye.

“Let’s save the small talk for when we meet, let’s get down to business first.” Leo went straight to the point, “My shipment is all ready, nearly 2 cases of wine. Are our ‘partners’ in place?”

"Yes, everything's settled. San Francisco, Los Angeles, Las Vegas, and Sacramento—these four major cities will form a distribution network, enough to sell the wine all over the United States. What do you think?"

Leo glanced quickly at the map of the United States and confirmed that these cities were all located on major transportation routes and surrounded Night City.

"Okay, send me the information of your partners, and I'll handle the rest. Once it's all set up, I'll signal you so you can have them bring people to inspect the goods. By the way, this time all the low-grade wine has been replaced with new premium communion wine. Should we distribute it all equally, or what should we do with it?"

Seeing that he agreed so casually, the priest felt even more that he was unfathomable.

For the past week, he had traveled to every city surrounding Night City, preparing more than a dozen alternatives, only to find it was all for naught...

L's smuggling... no, is it really smuggling, transporting so openly everywhere...?

Unable to figure it out, he chose to give up thinking about it.

The truth is the sharpest knife; this phrase sometimes means exactly what it says—once you know the truth, the knife will quickly cut off your head...

The priest didn't delve any deeper, treating it as a regular smuggling business: "High-grade communion wine... take 10% from each city, and I hope you can hand over the remaining 50% to the Ibarra family for operation."

Leo casually hummed in agreement: "I don't care, just make sure the money isn't less. Should I leave it in Night City?"

"No, if it's convenient, let's keep it in Los Angeles. Keep it in a separate place, and I'll have someone from the family receive it."

"Okay, wait for my good news."

Leo knew the saying "too much talk leads to mistakes," so he hung up the phone with a confident demeanor.

After a few seconds, he channeled his consciousness into the singularity space and communicated with Pure White 'face to face': "Pure White, find suitable warehouses in these five cities. We'll deliver all the wine to the designated locations tomorrow and collect funds as soon as possible."

Pure White sat on the top of the server room, leisurely swinging his legs.

“No problem. Let’s just rent a temporary warehouse this time. I’ll adjust the surrounding surveillance data so that the investigators can’t find accurate information. After that, it’ll be simple. If they can’t find anything, they’ll just think that their technology is inadequate or that they’re going in the wrong direction. They’ll never guess that the goods appeared out of thin air.”

Leo thought about it and felt that there was nothing wrong with this approach.

Real society, after all, is governed by logic, and one of the biggest weaknesses of logic is its inability to imagine things beyond its own perception.

"Let's do it this way, let them scare themselves. Once the company is established and we have the mother box, we can sell our products openly and legitimately!"

After the initial excitement subsided, he hesitated before asking about the results of the previous test.

Unfortunately, I received the first bad news of the day—"He died completely. I tried everything, but I couldn't save your children..."

"Don't say such strange things!"

Leo looked at her with disgust.

They were referring to that somewhat unorthodox experiment last night. After learning the techniques from Chunbai for two hours, Leo also contributed a significant amount of her genetic material to her.

Unfortunately, it died as soon as it entered the singularity space.