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

"No, you can leave now."

Bruce waved, signaling Alfred to take Leo away; he wanted to review the data collected by the devices himself.

A few minutes later, Leo returned to the room and received a comforting message from Afu: "That's just how the young master is; I hope you can be understanding. As a parting gift, I found some good wine from the cellar and left it in your living room. Please give my regards to your family when you get back."

"You're too kind, Afu."

"Of course, then I won't bother you any longer." Afu turned to leave, but as he reached the door, he suddenly remembered something and turned back, saying in a light tone, "Don't worry, I picked out those wines myself, and I guarantee that the young master didn't tamper with them."

Click.

The door closed, and Leo immediately asked Chunbai, "How many 'toys' did Batman stuff into my merchandise?"

[There are probably dozens. The ones in the liquor boxes are easy to find, but the ones hidden among the vegetables, meat, and dairy products are more difficult to spot. Fortunately, everything that enters here is scanned by me, so you can just clean them up when you get back.]

[Fine, I'm used to this. I'm only scared if he doesn't let me go. Maybe he wants to kill me...]

Thanks to Batman, the workload has increased since returning to the Singularity.

Leo walked into the living room and carefully put away the several bottles of wine that Afu had given him—which looked incredibly expensive—into his storage space, finding a special spot to store them.

It would be a shame to sell such top-quality wine; let's save it for later to drink with V.

*

It's 7:30 PM, the eighth day since we arrived in Gotham City.

Countdown to Time Travel —

【00:10:00】

With Leo able to leave at any time, he regained his confidence.

"This is version 0.2 of the home monitoring system. I have optimized the code structure, and now it can run smoothly on your high-spec computers."

"This is my own emergency medical kit. Now that I've returned safely, I'll give it to you as promised."

"Is there anything else? If not, then get ready to say goodbye."

Bruce took two items and pointed to the large box by the door: "Ah Fu said he sent you a few bottles of good wine, so I'll send you some high-end ingredients that you can't buy in supermarkets. Don't worry, this batch of food is fine."

Leo originally thought the box was one of Bruce's amazing tools, but he never expected it to be a parting gift.

He went over and took a look; the cheapest item there was probably Kobe beef…

Okay, he still really wants the food; he can use it to throw a victory party.

"Then I'll accept it."

Ten minutes later, exactly seven days after arriving in this world, he vanished into thin air in front of Batman and Butler Man.

None of the instruments reacted; nothing was detected.

"It's not quantum travel, nor does it involve energy fluctuations from crossing dimensions. What kind of technology is this?"

Batman muttered to himself, pulling out his character profile, and began to doubt his initial guess.

Is this level of time travel technology or prop really something you can find just by luck?

More information, more clues...

Early Signs of Talent: Chapter 87 Leo: "Is it possible that AI is my matchup?"

dark,

A hazy darkness.

After a brief moment that could only be described as a fleeting illusion, Leo returned to the singularity space.

There was no delay, no time travel, no body reconstruction; even he himself couldn't figure out what kind of method the singularity used to travel through time.

The first thing I did upon returning was to sigh helplessly: "Take your hand away from my eyes. Why are you, an AI, acting like a child?"

A pure white response came from directly above: "My free will was born fifteen days, three hours, and ten minutes ago. By human standards—I was originally a child."

"Sigh, whatever... take your hand away, I can't see anything."

"I can't do it, those aren't my hands."

Not a hand?

So what is this?

Leo instinctively reached out and touched it, but his hand passed right through it. Only then did he realize that Pure White had no physical form.

He tried tilting his head back and then stepping back, but he couldn't get rid of the illusion.

"Stop messing around, what is this?"

"Tap tap, the answer is—my skirt."

The thing covering my eyes was finally removed, and the dazzling light came into view again.

Leo's gaze moved upwards and fell upon a pure white and adorable little face.

She seemed to be sitting on her own head, which explained their strange posture.

"So... what are you doing?" Leo asked, puzzled.

Pure White reached out her slender little hand and haphazardly touched his face a couple of times, but couldn't touch him: "I originally wanted to give you a warm hug, but unfortunately I don't have a physical body. I can only settle for second best and shield you from the light."

"Thank you!"

Leo suspected these were all excuses, and the truth was: she just wanted to play, like a little kid.

But there's nothing wrong with having a lively assistant, so let her be.

Wearing a pure white hat that pretended to sit on his head, he circled around the server room and looked at the mountain of cardboard boxes with a troubled expression.

He could only stay at the transfer station for three hours, and first he had to retrieve the Batman gifts. I really wanted to thank him by punching him in the face...

"Pure white, mark the locations of all the monitoring equipment."

"No rush, you can do this when you get back to Night City. As long as you don't bring those things back to Gotham, Batman's tricks won't work."

The most urgent task is to conduct a post-battle debriefing. In about ten minutes, the Delaman car I called for you should be near the return point.

Just as Leo was about to ask why, he realized—

Although the dates are different in the two realms, the times are the same. It's almost 8 PM there, and it's the same here. If we delay for another three hours, it will be 11 PM.

In the Watson area late at night... according to V, even the locals dare not go out.

"Alright, come down first. The post-battle debriefing needs to be serious."

"whispering sound……"

Pure white petals bounced off his head and landed gracefully on the ground.

"I only suffered because I was intangible; otherwise, you would have been so happy if I rode on your neck!"

"Stop watching that junk stuff..."

Leo was afraid that if they continued talking, she would start saying strange things again, so he quickly changed the subject: "I think this trip to Gotham would get a 70 out of 100 - we made our first pot of gold and completed our first cross-world trade, but we suffered a lot of losses with Batman. That guy is too difficult to deal with."

"Don't be so hard on yourself. We developed the strategy together, and I think you executed it very well. I'd give you 90 points. Don't forget, the most important IDC data center is under construction, and I've already connected the first batch of equipment, which will significantly increase computing power!"

Hearing her words, Leo also felt that there seemed to be some truth to them.

The most important thing right now is the IDC (Internet Data Center) server room, or rather, enhancing Pure White itself. As long as she can decipher more singularity laws, his business empire will expand at a miraculous pace.

Moreover, she herself is a powerful "roaming AI" with strong computing power, and the prospect of crushing everything is very tempting.

Its pure white tail swayed in the air a few times before resting amicably on his wrist.

"You don't need to worry too much about Batman. He's one of DC's most unique superheroes. His intelligence, like Superman's strength, is something that's hard to counter. The best way to deal with him is to break through with brute force and kill him without giving him any information."

But... there are too many monsters over there. In the initial stages, we should stick to doing business with him honestly.

Leo nodded, deeply agreeing.

"However, it's not all bad." Pure White changed the subject. "There's a saying—what doesn't kill you makes you stronger. Batman is the best whetstone. His intelligence and suspicion can suffocate you, but he won't kill you!"

"As long as you can learn his thought process through constant confrontation and outmaneuver him without being at a disadvantage, then no superhero or supervillain from other worlds can outwit you."

"That's well said... but I'm sure he's currently working hard to turn the 44th floor into a containment facility. Next time I go, I'll be locked up for a few more days..."

Leo poured cold water on his own enthusiasm.

"See, the fact that you can think of this, that's what growth is all about!"

Pure White still had that same grinning look on her face, and leaned in again, trying to get physical.

Putting Batman aside for now, Leo dealt with her for a while, but couldn't stand her overly explicit and harassing remarks.

A few minutes later, Dalaman's car was about to arrive, and Leo finally got rid of the "perverted woman's" harassment.

*

Watson District, Chinatown.

The wind was still quite noisy today, and the strange smells carried by the wind were even stronger. Leo coughed as soon as he took a deep breath.

"Damn it, who's so rude as to smoke in front of Misty's shop!"

Leo peered through the door frame—Misty was still wearing that punk outfit, leisurely leaning against the counter reading a book.

Since nothing happened, Leo decided not to go in and disturb her.

Back to the City of Night!

He wanted to reserve his precious first greeting for V, who was alone in her empty room!

While the cognitive distortion protection was still active, he jogged toward the entrance to Little Chinatown.

Once there, he looked around, chose a secluded corner, and removed his protective gear.

The passersby did not notice anything unusual and continued with their own business.

Leo raised his hand to adjust his mask and sunglasses, and walked to the side of the street as if nothing had happened.

His appearance has now changed drastically:

Wearing a black trench coat, black leather pants, a hooded hat, sunglasses, and a white mask, with two gun handles prominently displayed at his waist, he looked more like a local than the locals themselves.

The black and Mexican men who were loitering around the area glanced at him and then looked away, deliberately keeping their distance from this cowardly fellow.

Just two minutes later, the black Delaman car pulled up beside him.

Open the door, get in!

"Welcome back to the Delaman limousine, my most distinguished guest, Mr. Leonardo. Good evening, you look very cool tonight!"

"Thank you, and good evening, De La Man..."

Leo was stunned.

His precious first greeting...

Delaman, you bastard!

First Glimpse of Talent: Chapter 88 More Than Friends, Less Than Lovers

On the way home, Leo had a dark expression the whole time.

His precious first greeting was ruined by the bald-headed Delaman...

I feel really sorry for V.

There was no other way, so I made it up to her with my precious first hug.

Given their daily phone conversations, a hug that was polite but not overly affectionate shouldn't be too bad... right?

Seeing that he wasn't in the mood for conversation, Delaman drove quietly, striving to provide the best service to his client.

Pure white, however, kept echoing in his mind:

Instead of wasting time overthinking, you should be figuring out how to "reasonably" retrieve the items from the space. Honestly, V's incredible intuition is a problem; living under the same roof as her every day makes it hard to keep it from her.

I know, and it's not that it's 'difficult to hide it from her,' it's that—it's impossible to hide it from her at all.

Leo was also desperate. With V's bizarre talent of writing "intuition" but reading it as "mind reading," it was really a pipe dream to try to hide it from her.

More importantly, his spatial ability is directly linked to his combat power, so there will inevitably be times when he needs to "perform magic tricks without his hands," making it difficult to keep it a secret from those around him.