I, V, Gotham Legend

Actually, it's okay up to here, although a little tight, but he still has some money left.

But almost at the same time his girlfriend ran away with the money, his father was diagnosed with severe cancer.

Carlo, who had always been in a negative mood, finally got anxious.

Carlo's mother died early and his father raised him alone. In this oppressive and violent city, his father was like a small boat, trying his best to protect Carlo from being drowned by the sea called Gotham.

It took Carlo a very long time for his life to slide from the peak to the bottom. There were no friends around him anymore, the business orders that once came in an endless stream were now sparsely populated, and the girlfriend who he once thought loved him deeply now left him.

Only his father was always proud of him.

The amount of money for treating his father's cancer is no longer something Carlo can afford now. He anxiously runs around Gotham, looking for his long-lost connections. He is no longer the pride he once was, and when borrowing money, his tone is humble to the core.

Fortunately, as a former top star, Carlo still has some value, and Ollie, the producer of Simon Group, agreed to let him interview for one of his crews.

Carlo, who had been silent for a long time, finally got the role of the male lead and borrowed enough money from some old friends to pay for his father's hospitalization.

Everything was moving in the right direction, life seemed to be back on track, and Carlo's mood, which had been hit hard, gradually improved.

But when he joined the crew for the first time, he encountered an accident.

Due to the negligence of the crew, the prop fire was not extinguished in time. When the shooting ended and it was time for the intermission, the tired Carlo found a random place to rest on the set.

During this short period of time when he was taking a nap, the prop fire turned into an open flame and then into a real estate fire.

By the time the crew realized the fire was going off, Carlo was already submerged in the burning props that had collapsed.

By the time Carlo was rescued, he was already in a trance. The flames burned his body directly, and the highest level of pain engulfed his soul.

But fortunately, he was rescued.

But at this time, Carlo had burns on 80% of his body and was obviously unable to continue filming.

But while he was still recuperating in the ward, he received bad news.

His father, Carlo Sr., died of organ failure caused by cancer.

Carlo learned from the nurse that his father, who was dying in the ward, almost struggled to get up after hearing the news that Carlo was hospitalized.

Carlo was already heavily in debt and had no money to treat his burns. The crew's work injury compensation had not yet arrived. For the sake of his son, old Carlo chose to give up hospitalization and use the money that should have been used to treat his own cancer to save Carlo's life.

Finally, on the same day, Carlo came back to life and old Carlo died.

According to the relatives who accompanied old Carlo on his last journey, before old Carlo passed away, even though his body was already exhausted, he still tried his best to stare with his eyes wide open, looking in the direction of the door, as if he was waiting for something.

Until the end, old Carlo never saw his son for the last time.

When Carlo, who was lying on the hospital bed, heard the bad news about his father, he, who had always appeared indifferent to the changes in his life, finally could not bear it anymore, and his body fell on the bed like a knocked-over building block.

Tears flowed like a burst dam on that face disfigured by burns.

He finally had nothing.

NO11. Clayface

Because of the extensive burns, Carlo lost his handsome face, which he was proud of, and also lost the job he depended on for his livelihood.

He had lost everything and had no desire to live. All his family members were gone and there were mountains of debts in the future. His despair in life made him want to commit suicide, but he did not have the courage to throw away the life his father had given him.

When Carlo saw the news report that the crew had started filming normally and that the male lead role originally played by him was replaced by someone he didn't know, he finally went crazy.

He felt that all the suffering he had endured and became like this was caused by this disgusting crew and this damn city.

But he could do nothing. Now he was just an ordinary, fragile man with burns all over his body.

He wished he had the power to take revenge on everything that disgusted him.

Carlo had no faith in his life and he did not believe in God, but if God really existed, perhaps he heard his prayer at that moment.

A bald, bespectacled and bearded scientist came to Carlo and gave him a box of mud.

"As long as you use this makeup, you will look exactly the same as before the disfigurement."

These are the scientists’ original words.

Carlo smeared mud on his burned face, and as if it had life, the mud followed Carlo's face and recovered into his skin.

After seeing his face restored and his life hopefully getting back on track, Carlo immediately turned to Doctor Strange for help. He wanted to return to his original appearance and then find a way to kill his enemies.

Doctor Strange agreed, with a gentle smile on his face, but his eyes were hidden behind red lenses.

Carlo was taken to the laboratory by Dr. Strange and underwent a series of experiments, but the results were unexpected.

From a scientist's perspective, it is difficult to say whether the experimental results are a success or a failure, but for Carlo, it was unintentionally a failure.

He was transformed into a gigantic monster made of mud.

Carlo became Clayface.

The Clayface was imprisoned in a laboratory by Doctor Strange, where he lived in torture.

Fear, panic, uneasiness, and numbness, this is a summary of Carlo's life in the past few days. Dr. Strange is as cruel as the fascists in World War II. In his eyes, Carlo is no longer a human being.

Despair accompanies Carlo every day.

Until that day, Carlo discovered that he had the ability to transform.

He turned into liquid mud and escaped from the glass cage that imprisoned him through the ventilation hole.

Dr. Strange, who had been monitoring Carlo, chose to escape without hesitation after discovering that Carlo was out of control.

Carlo didn't find Doctor Strange, but fortunately he had many enemies.

He stayed in the laboratory for a few more days until a week ago, when Carlo finally found a way to transform his body into a human form. He changed back to his original appearance and returned to his home in Gotham, only to find that his apartment had been transferred.

It turns out that Doctor Strange had faked his own death long ago.

Rage engulfed Carlo again and he wanted to smash everything.

He had nothing, and he no longer had any identity as a human being in this world.

The Clayface Man no longer has any expectations for life. He wants to kill all his enemies and let them die one by one in fear, panic and anxiety - just like he did in the past.

He came to the home of the field manager who had disfigured him. This field manager seemed to be a relative of the investor, and he was not fired even though he made such a big mistake.

Clayface brutally tore him apart and mopped the floor with his blood, then he joined the crew and sent them a death notice.

He followed the crew to the Panesar Film Studio, familiarizing himself with the environment while formulating his own murder plan.

Just three days ago, he finally found an opportunity. When the assistant director was squatting in the toilet, he turned his body into a long and thin stream of mud like water and sneaked into the wall behind the bathroom through the water pipe.

At the same time as the assistant director was released, his body cracked the wall behind the assistant director's head from the inside. Mud poked out of the crack like tentacles and pressed the back of his head hard against the wall.

The mud filled the assistant director's mouth and nose. The enemy was so panicked that he didn't even have time to put on his pants. He struggled and gesticulated, and his body was covered with feces and urine. The suffocation made his wide-open eyes full of bloodshot.

Seeing his enemy in such a miserable state, the pleasure of revenge filled Clayface's body. During the few days when he was doing site scouting, he heard him bragging more than once about how he had avoided compensation by claiming that "the victim was careless."

And that disgusting smug look on his face when he laughed at how stupid his own death was. Look at the desperate face in front of him, how pleasing to the eye it is.

The Clayface Man deliberately made a part of himself turn into Carlo's face in front of him. He had lost his normal vision, but he wanted the last image his enemy saw in the world to be his smiling face.

He succeeded. When the assistant director's body was found, his tragic death shocked the entire crew.

It also attracted V to the crew.

……

In the dim sewer, the mud stopped moving, and he diluted his fear by recalling the death of his enemy.

Damn that blue-haired woman named V!

The Clayface could make his body as hard as stone, but the woman cut her own body as if it were vegetables.

Clayface hated his own weakness. He shouldn't be afraid of making too much noise and attracting the army. He should have killed them all before they went to find V.

Later, he realized that his idea of ​​avoiding V's action was cowardly in itself, and he fell into even deeper self-loathing.

There were the sounds of footsteps, something was approaching.

The Clayface's body stiffened, but he then realized that those were just a group of rats that were common in the sewers.

The Clayface Man has lost his normal vision, and he sees things through a mysterious perception that is difficult to explain.

The fat rat approached the mud, its pink nose twitching quickly, and then the rat bypassed Carlo.

Clayface had lost his sense of smell and could not smell the sewers, but he realized that the rats seemed to dislike him.

Rats also eat human feces, and it bypassed Carlo because it could tell it was just mud.

But the mouse's attitude made Carlo extremely angry. Was it because he was treated as the same thing as the creature in the nearby canal? Or was it because in the eyes of the mouse, he was not as good as those creatures?

None of this matters anymore. The Clayface gathered the remaining mud into human form again.

Now he is only about one meter tall, but much bigger than a mouse.

"Even you...even you look down on me!" Carlo roared. He grabbed the mouse's tail and swung it hard against the wall.

The fragile mouse died on the spot, and even its intestines were smashed out.

The Clayface Man seemed still unsatisfied. He turned his left hand into a hammer-like stone and smashed it hard on the mouse's body over and over again.

"Even you look down on me! Waste! Who is waste! Now you are the waste! Do you understand! Waste!" The Clayface Man's heavy blows were accompanied by roars, and his roar was filled with disgust, disgust for himself.

After smashing for quite a long time, the Clayface Man finally put down his hands, and his empty eyes stared at the broken wall in a daze.

He doesn't have normal vision, but this gives him the illusion that he is still a normal person.

"I am obviously... so powerful."

The rat's body had long been beaten into a pulp and mixed with the broken stones on the wall.

"I am so powerful!"

Clayface repeated it again, and he figured something out.

Even though that woman was scary, I obviously had some strength, but when I recalled what that battle was like, I was so scared that I ran away after realizing that V had the ability to kill me.

The Clay-Faced Man raised his hands in front of his eyes. Naturally, there was no life in his empty eyes, but he felt his heart becoming strong.

I'm going to kill all of you with my own hands!

NO12. Calendar Man

It should be dead silent at nine o'clock in the evening in late winter, but Gotham's bright and bustling nightlife still lights up the city's streets.

Experienced Gotham residents try their best to avoid going out on the streets as soon as it gets dark. Even if they have to go out, they will definitely hide in alleys and other hidden places.

Even so, it is still common for crimes to be committed directly on the streets.

A gangster blocked a child who was walking slowly. Their steps were unhurried and their smiles were lewd.

"Hey! Kid, help dad buy some wine."

The child had his head down. He was wearing a yellow raincoat with the hood covering his eyes.

"Hey, why don't you speak?"

The gangster was shocked.

The child didn't have much money, but when he went out at night he must have been running errands for his parents, and the money he collected was enough to support his daily life.

The gangster licked his lips.

The child finally raised his head, but what the gangster saw was a face made of mud and his hollow eyes showed no emotion.

Before a scream could escape the gangster's mouth, the mud spraying from the child's sleeves had already irrigated his mouth and nose.

Clayface considered suffocating the thug like he had done to the assistant director, but then he thought about how cowardly this silent killing was.

Then, like a tentacle, the clay-faced man stretched out his mud arms to strangle the gangster's neck, and then, as if to vent his anger, he smashed his head hard on the ground.

The gangster's nose was broken and blood was all over the floor, but this level of damage was obviously not enough to kill a person.

The Clayface Man let go of his hand, walked up to the gangster and stepped on his head with his right foot.

Then, like a watermelon being crushed, the gangster's brain burst.