Capítulo 3: What an unusual girl.. what is with that glow?

-Thomas Wayne's study-

"Maxmillion, thank you for what you did today." Thomas said smiling at the boy. "If it wasn't for your jacket up top, Alfred said they might have kept going."

"Think nothing of it. I should have noticed the yard more closely when we ran out earlier. I don't mind taking some of the blame." Maxmillion sat down in the chair drinking his herbal tea. Alfred brought it for him earlier. He said it would help calm the nerves and the like.

"No. Credit where credit is due. Is that not what you told the Dean at the school." Seeing Max smirk behind the teacup, Thomas continued. "I am thinking about arranging it for you to attend the same school as Bruce. Would you like that?"

"Yes, I would. But let's not. How about Gotham's public school. It would be a lot better than that place." Placing the cup down, Maxmillion stared at Thomas. "Besides Mrs. Wayne would not like that. I rather not get into it again with her. She is your wife and Bruce's mother, no need to create problems for yourself or him."

"That is very considerate of you but still. I can tell you don't like her. Can you tell me why?"

"It is the other way around and you know it. I don't care any other way. I rather not come between her, yourself, and Bruce." Leaning back in the loveseat, Maxmillion wished he could just go to sleep already. One of the drawbacks to his low stats and body. 'I need to spend those stats. But not until this body clears to a healthy status. It would be a waste otherwise.'

"Haa, very well then. I will arrange it for you to enroll in the public school then." Thomas stood up and walked over to Maxmillion. "It was hard for us to conceive Bruce. Martha kept blaming herself for it.. It is one of the reasons why she cares so much about him. If you can give her a chance. It might help if you wouldn't act like an adult so much."

"Hmm, you are right. But I am who I am. It will be a while before I can break any of those habits." Standing up, Maxmillion walked to the fireplace and started to extinguish the fire. Turning, he bid good night to Thomas. "Goodnight Uncle Thomas, sweet dreams. Don't stay up to late doing work."

"Goodnight." Thomas said as he watched the boy leave. Turning to the grandfather clock, he watched the minute hand tick away. "I swear it's like he knew I would have a long night. Why did he say that? Maybe the boy is right, it would be better if I tend to Martha and Bruce." Walking out of the room Thomas walked straight to the East wing where Bruce currently resided.

Maxmillion watched as he walked away. Smiling to himself, he went to the kitchen to get a bite to eat. Staring at the fridge he pulled out the salad. "Ugghh I hate this rabbit food." Playing around with the food, he started to scarf it down when he remembered his body needed the nutrition more than anything right now. Staring at his status board he watched the clock tick away. In 3 more days, he could stop eating the veggies and switch to other foods.

(A.I. fully operational. Hello, Maxmillion.)

(For a strong cultivator body one needs a healthy body.)

(Current body Grade C+)

'Nice to meet you. The second set of programming. A male voice at that this time. You will not be considered an A.I. until your realize a sense of self.' Maxmillion felt the A.I. acknowledge everything. It started its job of checking over his body and finding ways to improve it.

'So close. Why in the hell did we choose this set up again? Oh yeah because I was greedy and wanted the most benefits possible. To ignore plot armor one has to start at the very bottom. Bah stupidity on my part. But least I was able to keep my memories and the knowledge I obtained from the different Worlds starting off this time. So that is a plus. I wonder if everyone is doing over there?' Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, Maxmillion put the bowl in the sink and started to clean it up.

Setting it to the side to dry, he went to the fridge and grabbed the milk and the juice, and fixed a glass each.

Alfred walked in, watching Maxmillion busy himself about.

"Master Wayne you can leave those for me to do. It is my job mind you."

"Nah, I will be lazy later. I don't really mind doing this right now. Have a seat Mr.Pennyworth. Would you like a glass of juice or milk? It is on the house." Maxmillion offered to the man laughing. "Do call me Maxmillion."

"Well since you are offering, sure why not." Alfred watched as Maxmillion went to get a glass from the cupboard and fixed him half a glass. "Thank you very much." Eyeing the boy, he always thought he was unusual. "How are the nightmares of late?"

"Same old same old. I don't really remember them to much after waking. Which is just how I like it." Maxmillion said as he put back the juice and milk. Closing the fridge, he looked at Alfred directly. "How is your sister doing? Is she well?"

The nightmares were among one thing, ways to cultivate the mind.

"That is good you don't remember. Some times, not remembering is a good thing." Taking a sip of his drink Alfred thought it best to look in on information about children and nightmares. "As for my sister.. she is doing much better. She received the letters but thought nothing of it till I called. She is doing a lot better. Rehab is going well for her. She is happy I found great employment after my discharge from the Royal Navy. Thank you for that."

"No problem. You would do the same for me one day I hope. Oh before I forget don't worry to much about the vegetable meals anymore. I will only continue to eat that rabbit food for another three days." Grabbing Alfred's finished glass, Maxmillion started to clean it. "I think I will start on a turkey and fruit diet next."

"Are you sure? You have gained a good bit of healthy weight. Why not stick to the diet?" Alfred grabbed a rag and cleaned the table off.

"Because I hate rabbit food. I never liked vegetables. Only ate them as a means to an end." Turning to Alfred, Maxmillion saw he was a little winded. "You are working to hard Mr. Pennyworth. You must rest and take care of yourself as well. You never know when your sister will need you. For that matter, when Bruce will need you."

"I must earn my keep. Besides I am fit as a fiddle." Alfred said grabbing his bicep taking a muscleman pose.

"Pftt, very well then Mr. Pennyworth. You got me there. But if you don't watch it, I will surpass you myself." Bryce imitated Alfred. In a few moments, the two started a posing contest till the clock went off alerting them to the time.

"Off to bed with you. It is quite late." Alfred said getting serious. "Goodnight Master Wayne."

"Night Mr. Pennyworth," Max said walking away. "Remember, it is Maxmillion."

Upstairs in his room, Maxmillion sat on his bed with his feet together. Combining his fingers in a pyramid formation he took slow breaths trying to synergize himself. In three minutes he achieved it. A lot better than when he first arrived in this world. It took him eight years to get this far. He spent most of his time, fixing his body with the other techniques.

Two years on his bones, Two on his organs, Two years flushing out the impurities in his body till every last bit was gone. The last two years spent on linking everything together in his body's Cosmos. He needed to push it in a few days.

No matter what, he would have to take all of his cultivation resources and use them. With his body being a grade C+ he would be basic like everyone else. Well, a high schooler's level but still.

As the hour's passed by and turned to dawn, the sun's energy touched on his body. Taking his first breath since starting, he exhaled the cold dark energy out. But instead of letting it dissipate, he inhaled it back in with the sun's energy.

"Uggh, not smart but effective." Maxmillion said as he opened his eyes. Watching the energy course through his veins and skin he sighed in relief. "Whew, it will have to do. Almost there. The foundation is set. Just a little polishing left to do."

*Woom! Woom!* The air vibrated and hummed. Maxmillion cultivation pulled against the different energies in the area. The Spiritual Energy was not enough at all for the way he did things. So he pulled on the power grid to help. Just small amounts. No need to go out and get hit by lightning storms for Lighting Spiritual Energy.

(Electrical Tolerance reached with the current body. Maxmillion, do you need assistance on running it to the next level?)

'No. It is fine. Just keep track if it gets out of control. Try to figure out the spiritual energy that is locked in this place. And make sure no new surveillance equipment has been placed.'

(No new surveillance equipment. One of the scenarios my predecessor set up is almost coming out.)

'Keep me posted. Oh, and good work so far.' Maxmillion then put the rest of his focus on the rest of the cultivation of his body. 'Unending Body Art' what weird thing.'

Maxmillion's veins bulged against his skin. He fingernails extended as well as his hair. Flexing his back muscles he felt the shifting of his spine again. His bone's naturally moved back into a better position. After eight year's Maxmillion finally was healthy. Thanks to the "Glamor" technique on his flesh, he was able to fool normal people. Any spiritual or mystic worth his salt would be able to tell something was off.

*Knock, knock!* A few tap's on the door, pulled him from his emersion.

"I am up. Can I help you with anything?"

"That is good. In a few hours the family is heading into town do you want to come?" Thomas's voice came from behind the door.

Pulling the impurities into his Cosmos, Maxmillion stood up. "I will be down in a bit."

"We will see you downstair's in eight minutes." After saying that, Thomas's footsteps could be heard walking away.

Maxmillion went to do the standard cleaning of his body, as well taking a shower to keep from raising suspicion. He even brushed his teeth and gargled to help. Dressing in black pants and a Super Mario t-shirt, he went downstairs to join the Wayne's.

Bruce had a soft cast on his leg. He was in a wheelchair that his mother pushed for him. Dressed in his shorts, as usual, he even had a coat on. Always the professional. Martha had a dark gray dress on and her mother's pearls around her neck. Seeing the way Maxmillion dressed, she frowned a little before fixing her smile. Thomas had a nice canary shirt with some black slacks and loafers.

"Ah should have told you to dress a little more formally. We plan on going to a Gala opening once we get Bruce checked out." Thomas said.

"Hmm I do like art, but I rather not change to do all that. How about I just stay here or stay with Alfred when we get there?" Maxmillion turned to look at Alfred to see if he agreed.

"That will be fine with me Master Thomas. Will that suffice for you?" Alfred asked politely as usual.

Hesitating a little Thomas agreed. Loading into the limo, they drove away. Visiting the hospital first Maxmillion and Alfred were in the waiting room. The only other person in there was a girl with a black eye and a very angry man. A few minutes later a nurse walked out with a very beaten up woman.

(Chance to alter someone's path available. Proceed to the girl to start. Special Scenario.)