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章節 3796: Chapter 2915: Chaos of Bats (Part 2)

It was inopportune, to say the least, that in such a situation, the only one bold enough to speak up was that son-of-a-bitch.

"Must be nice," they heard him say, "it sounds like you're not too busy, having so much time to spend with the kids. I'm less fortunate, juggling multiple roles, those little bastards have been left to run wild."

Batman raised an eyebrow and said, "How many children do you have? Judging by your age, Tim shouldn't have arrived yet, should he?"

"No Damian," Bruce replied. "But Dick, Jason, and Tim are all here."

Batman was visibly surprised and said, "Are you serious? How old are you this year?"

"I've mastered the art of staying young," Bruce said with a smug look. "You definitely won't believe me if I say I'm under 30, but I think it's a subjective matter. In order to achieve my goal of obtaining a PhD before turning 30, I am, as of now, 29."

He spoke in a madcap manner, somewhat incoherent, but Batman was still intrigued. "Indeed, you look quite young. I guess you have a skincare routine. But I can't bring myself to do what Talya described, something like lying on a surgery bed. Maybe looking a bit older adds to the gravitas, right?"

"Perhaps," Bruce nodded and said, "Ever since these punks started high school, they stopped seeing me so much as a father. Just the other day, Dick was asking me for relationship advice."

Batman's eyes widened and he leaned in to ask, "Your universe's Dick is in a relationship? Who with?"

"A female wizard," Bruce recalled. "What was her name... Rachel, I think?"

"Not Barbara?"

"Unfortunately, in our universe Barbara hasn't been born yet," Bruce said. "Gordon has only just won back his girlfriend. I think they've still got a long way to go."

Batman seemed genuinely shocked and said, "You mean to say that in your universe, Oracle might end up being the youngest kid?... My god, she would make your best sweetheart."

"I don't think so, I have a daughter, and sweet is not quite the word I'd use for her, she has never really been sweet-hearted since she was born," Bruce shook his head, sighed and said, "Her name is Aisha, you might run into her later."

Batman's eyes lit up and he leaned even closer, saying, "Really? You have a daughter? Your own flesh and blood?"

"As blood-related as can be... Don't ask me who her mother is, for now, just pretend it's Selina," Bruce cut off Batman's line of questioning.

"Got any pictures?"

Bruce pulled out his phone and began to flip through it, which wasn't much necessary since it was mostly filled with pictures of Selina and Aisha.

"Wow," Batman let out a genuine exclamation of awe, and all the Batmen couldn't help but look over.

Aisha and Bruce were cut from the same cloth, especially as she got a bit older, they looked identical. Nobody would believe she wasn't Bruce's if someone said otherwise.

"Looks like we'll soon be welcoming a new heroine," Batman said with a smile. "Hopefully not a world-class thief."

"Thieving's a bit too complicated for her."

"Well, she is still so young."

"...My point is, she has more direct methods," Bruce added thoughtfully. "If you ever run into her, make sure to have several armors ready."

The other Batmen dismissed his words as more madness, but the Primary Universe Batman couldn't help but think of his Robins' gear and armor, marked by not-so-friendly teeth imprints.

"Did you just mention graduating with a PhD?" Batman looked somewhat interested. "What's your major? You haven't graduated yet? I recall having two PhDs by the time I was 18."

"That's different," Bruce waved his hand dismissively. "My field of study is a bit..."

"...Quite ordinary," the Primary Universe Batman had somehow slipped into their conversation from the shadows. "Nothing but psychology."

Bruce narrowed his eyes slightly and said, "Do you have a PhD in psychology?"

"Don't you?" replied the Primary Universe Batman.

"I... Of course, it's coming up soon."

"How much longer will you be postponing it this time?"

"That's not postponing!" Bruce nearly jumped up, his voice rising in defense. "Just a minor miscalculation of the required course hours!"

"Miscalculation of an entire year?"

"Batman, are you asking for a fight?!"

The Primary Universe Batman withdrew his gaze and said, "It seems you haven't realized the crisis you're in now—how long do you think your Robins have before earning their PhDs?"

Bruce froze in place, and the Batman next to him started calculating. "Dick doesn't seem too fond of studies; he's unlikely to pursue a PhD. As for Jason, it's hard to say; although he's impatient with school, if he's free, he might go for something like a degree in literature or history. Tim is bound to have a high education; perhaps he'll earn a double PhD in finance and management."

"Four years for an undergraduate degree, three years for a master's, another three for a PhD... I think they'll graduate around age 27 or 28 since these fields are always easier to produce scholarly works in. Didn't you just say you're already 29?"

"I'm only tentatively 29 years old! But I could also be 28, or even 27, and if I said I was 22 right now, who would dare to disbelieve?"

The two Batmen sized him up simultaneously, the Primary Universe Batman clicked his tongue, the other shook his head.

"You haven't realized that a person who has got a PhD can't pretend to be an undergraduate," the Primary Universe Batman pointed out sharply. "That kind of fatigue from academic pressure distinctly separates you from the innocent college students."

Bruce slammed his hand on the table, and the two Minifigures sitting on it cried out, "Hey, don't do that, Bruce. It's a normal life experience, there's no need for age anxiety. Isn't it normal to graduate with a PhD at 30 anyway?"

"The biggest problem is that he's definitely older than 30," the Primary Universe Batman said ominously. "Another downside of an unchanging appearance is that even if you're 50 now, nobody would know."

The other Batmen immediately cast surprised looks.

"I am not that old!"

"But you're always playing young," the Primary Universe Batman noted. "I have to say, your professor wouldn't be worrying about a doctoral thesis at your age, would he?"

Bruce sucked in a breath through gritted teeth; he sighed deeply, crossed his arms, and looking at the Primary Universe Batman, said, "It seems you've been quite idle lately, do you need me to find you some trouble?"

"Don't misunderstand," the Primary Universe Batman replied. "I just have a consistent distrust of Magic."

"It seems you two are old acquaintances," said the rather sunny Batman with a smile. "Would you tell me about it? I'm also interested in learning about the situation in the Multiverse."

"It's a long story..."

"I'll start!" Bruce glared at the Primary Universe Batman and said, "I'm best at making long stories short."

"Well, you go ahead," the Primary Universe Batman lifted his chin.

Bruce cleared his throat, and all the Batmen turned their attention to him.

"Recently in the Multiverse—nothing's happening! Meeting adjourned!"

Bruce raised his arm, heaved a sigh as if about to turn and leave, but none of the Batmen shifted their gaze.

"Why are you looking at me like that? I'm stating facts!"

"How do you know?" asked one of the Batmen.

"I'm the president of the largest dark organization in the Multiverse, how would I not know?" Bruce leaned against a nearby table, resting his cheek in his hand as he said, "Recently there have been no projects to invade the Multiverse, so doesn't that mean nothing's happening?"

"What about Heaven?" the Primary Universe Batman inquired.

"Same old, same old," Bruce rolled his eyes and said, "Angels shedding feathers, God missing, Holy Spring no bathing, Eden no nesting."

Realizing Bruce was beginning to spout nonsense again, the Primary Universe Batman cut him off and then asked, "Have you found your own cosmos in the replica? Are you sure it's now capable of withstanding an invasion?"

This topic made Bruce sigh again; he said, "That's related to my doctoral thesis, but you're right; the academic pressure makes me feel exhausted..."

"You only get one chance to reveal the truth," the Primary Universe Batman was not fooled by his banter, he said, "And I only give you one piece of advice, someone paid a big price for it."

Bruce raised his eyebrows, his eyes darting as if guessing who it was, and then he said, "Okay, I do need a bit of collaboration from you guys, I have a plan that's not entirely ready, you'll find out when it's time."

"If it's not entirely ready, then make it mature quickly," the Primary Universe Batman stated, "Otherwise, forget about your PhD ever maturing."

Bruce muttered something but still shook his head resignedly and left, apparently going to rush his thesis, while the Primary Universe Batman watched his figure and shook his head.

Beihan came over, nudged the Primary Universe Batman with his elbow, and then said, "What do you suggest we do with these bricks you brought back? Let's get one thing straight, I won't be using them to build houses."

"We have professionals," the Primary Universe Batman looked toward the Minifigures on the table. Brick Batman, chilled by his gaze, backed away two steps, saying, "What do you want to do?"

"You must be a master builder, right?"

Brick Batman, stunned by the blunt compliment, replied, "Sort of. Without false modesty, I might be the best in the cosmos."

"Good," the Primary Universe Batman scanned the room and asked, "Anyone else good at building with blocks?"

No one answered aside from Sunshine Batman; it appeared that most Batmen didn't share the interest.

"Then the two of you are in charge," the Primary Universe Batman said, looking at them. Then he turned to Mr. and Mrs. Wayne and said, "Could you two please go back to making spare parts? The Teleportation Portal will stay open for a while, which should be enough time to transport all the necessary parts."

"How about the construction blueprints?" a Batman asked.

"That's up to you," the Primary Universe Batman looked toward Brick Batman.

"It's up to you."

Inside the hamster cage, the brick Joker saw only a row of expectant gazes hovering overhead.


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章節 3797: Chapter 2916: Prince Jade (Part 1)

The Joker corresponding to brick Batman did not disappoint the Shillers, as he was also a natural at assembling bricks and, unlike Batman, who preferred an orderly method of construction, the Joker was more adept at using the brick cubes for artistic creation.

He wasn't a modernist supporter, but he didn't like overly complex Gothic styles either. If anything, he was committed to combining naturalism with Bauhaus style, which sounded quite mad.

But he really did it. Maybe it was also because the base that the Shillers obtained indeed had a unique geographical advantage—a staggered jungle, which was perfect for some bold architectural structure experiments.

The Shillers unanimously decided against high towers—they sought more flat and spacious personal space, or in human terms, perfect large flats that fully met human living needs.

Due to some insurmountable forces, high tower structures had certain flaws, such as important personality traits like arrogance that often floated to the top and mostly did not have very spacious living spaces.

Arrogance had a two-story loft bedroom, but anyone who has lived in a duplex knows all too well how uncomfortable such a structure is to live in. It's not too bad if it's a villa with a yard, but crammed into an ordinary building, it's a disaster.

The Shillers had longed for a large flat, but the high tower could only be stacked upwards and had basically no way to expand sideways, so they decided to realize their dream at the Battleworld base.

The Joker didn't just construct a block building; he cleverly used the difference in cliff elevation to build a huge brick cliff villa composed of twelve interleaved octagonal levels.

Except for the one or two edges facing the cliff, the remaining edges were all floor-to-ceiling windows, and nearly every Shiller with an independent body was able to get a perfect, spacious room with a view.

Gazing out of the bedroom window was an endless green ocean, where countless ancient plants glinted under the sunlight. When the wind blew, waves of lush greenery swept in, and the excessively vibrant blue sky gave this greenery a layer of coolness. By sunset, it turned into a vivid, fervent red.

Sitting at the desk by the window, Arrogance watched the energetically dancing minifigures, nodding nonchalantly as if he was earnestly listening to the conditions proposed by the Joker, but it seemed his mind had been gone for a while.

For a recent period, his situation had completely swapped with Greed's; for the past few years, Arrogance had been terribly idle.

Gotham might have been in bad shape, but it didn't really concern him, as most of the time Arrogance's life was a predictable path from the manor to school and back again.

Though the oddly-shaped students were a headache, when it came to workload, Arrogance couldn't compare to Greed, who was always busting a gut for Earth.

His routine was consistent: classes from Monday to Friday, grading on Saturdays, Sunday mornings spent drinking coffee and writing papers, Sunday afternoons relaxing with colleagues at the clubhouse.

Only very occasionally would he venture into the rainy night with an umbrella on a Friday or Sunday evening, invited to investigate a mysterious murder case.

Meanwhile, at that time, Greed was juggling S.H.I.E.L.D. reimbursement forms in one hand and Hydra's evil plans in the other, pacifying one after the other, cheating and ambushing, with his Lightning Five-Chain Whip, showing the Cosmic Sorcerer what a real underhanded move was every day.

But as the saying goes, it's only a matter of time before you reap what you sow.

Greed had now accomplished a great deed; he had essentially taken care of all the trouble on Marvel Earth, and there wasn't much trouble in the universe, most of which required time to make progress.

The superheroes were pretty much pacified by him, except for a few terminally ill ones; there weren't any major issues mentally, and they could even shoot a documentary themed on bickering without actually fighting in the process of joking with each other.

But Arrogance was encountering some troubles; the rare economic depression completely broke the routine of his teaching life. He had to figure out a way to make some extra money and also deal with various complaints about life dissatisfaction around him.

It just so happened that during this downturn, both he and Bruce saw the possibility of completely changing Earth's structure through external pressure, so he also had to plot that, leaving him busy from dawn to dusk lately.

So when he finally had the time to lean back in his chair, drinking coffee while looking at the scenery, it didn't matter much what was said around him.

Greed saw the expression on his face and knew he was physically present but his soul wasn't, so he had to pick up the Joker to discuss things in detail elsewhere.

Most of the other Shillers were visiting the house; truth be told, not all of the Morbids liked living in the basement—it was just that there was really no space left in the high tower, and it was a bit dangerous up there, so they squeezed into the Abyss.

Manipulation really liked the first-floor bedroom, as it wasn't so high and was almost level with the canopy. The angle of the sunlight entering was just right, leaving mottled tree shadows in the spacious room, softly drifting about, and the first thing he did when he moved into the bedroom was to organize his wardrobe.

The other Morbid traits generally wouldn't choose separate rooms, mostly pairing up in twos. Worth mentioning is that Moonlight returned to where he belonged, staying with the Morbids again.

The personalities from the Magic Side had taken over the top-floor library; although books made of blocks were really not worth reading, the atmosphere of discussion and study here was very thick. The Bishop thought this was the life he should have, and if he knocked on Nya's door again, he'd be a dog.

Greed put the Joker back in the hamster cage, waiting for the next time in the dungeon to meet other Jokers to pack and send them over.

He sat down opposite Arrogance, who still hadn't come back to reality, so he began browsing his own chat interface, which in fact belonged to all the Shillers.

The unique thing about Shiller was that they were actually one person, and the vast majority of people who knew him couldn't tell what personality traits he had, which meant that apart from a few individuals, many people couldn't send targeted messages, and they would simply fill in "Shiller" in the recipient field of the emails.

So their so-called private chat interface was actually a group where the personality traits could see all emails sent to the name "Shiller".

Greed found many interesting things in it, only he had been too busy to look at them before. The first thing he saw was an email marked as urgent.

As soon as I opened it, it turned out to be from Green Lantern Hal.

Hal from the Schiller Universe ran into a little problem.

As everyone knows, the Green Lantern Corps is a collective, so it's impossible to assemble all Green Lanterns into one team, or it would be complete chaos. Therefore, the designation 'Green Lantern team' mainly refers to the Earth Green Lanterns, most of whom are Hal Jordan.

Also well-known is that, in most works involving the Green Lantern, Hal faces a very awkward situation, which is that his ring runs out of power.

Typically, when the Green Lantern ring runs out of power depends on the needs of the plot, whenever the editors don't want Hal to be involved in the storyline, that's when they'll say his ring has run out of power. So, this is completely a metaphysical problem.

Once the ring runs out of power, it has to go back to the Lantern Furnace to recharge. Hence, Green Lantern Hal participating in Battleworld faces a more awkward situation than other superheroes.

When Iron Man's battle armor runs out of power, he can still hammer on the Ark Reactor, but the Green Lanterns can't just create a Lantern Furnace—they run out of power, and all they can do is go their separate ways home.

Green lantern energy has a magical quality that's different from other types of energy, which is the ability to create objects, meaning it can turn things constructed from Green Lantern energy into physical entities.

The Green Lanterns appeared in a desert and, looking at the harsh environment around them, naturally thought to quickly build a shelter, so they all started busily constructing it.

After the house was built, they realized that their power was limited and once depleted, they would have to go offline to recharge. Though they could always come back online at any time, making the trip was quite troublesome.

Some diligent Green Lanterns who hadn't been lazy with their work were already running low on energy and were discussing whether to go back and recharge first.

Hal from the Schiller Universe wasn't very clear on the situation of his counterparts from other universes, still thinking that everyone was more or less in the same boat. He casually pulled out two pieces of Green Lantern energy stone and handed them to the Green Lanterns who were running out of power.

So, what is the situation with Hal from the Schiller Universe now?

Let's just say, if the Little Blue People were the Emperor, then Hal would currently be the equivalent of the Prime Minister, a Grand General, the Head of the Six Doors, and the Commander of the Imperial Secret Police. He shouldn't be called the Green Lantern; he should be called the Green Lantern Equal King.

The only universal project that Arrogance was involved in and initiated—the Green Lantern energy theft plan—was going quite smoothly. A few years passed, and Hal, as the Ion Lantern, had already amassed great power and began using the stockpiled Green Lantern energy to trade with various civilizations in the cosmos.

Being in the position, he did what he had to do. Over the years, aside from engaging in the revolutionary work in Mexico, Hal was basically aligning forces of different civilizations throughout the cosmos, making big deals.

Since it all came down to business, you couldn't expect this Hal to have any reverence for Green Lantern energy, so when he casually handed out the Green Lantern energy stones, it was more or less like handing out cigarettes before discussing business.

But the other Green Lanterns weren't like that.

The younger Green Lanterns were generally still at the stage of diligently maintaining cosmic peace and believed firmly in the Green Lantern oath.

The older Green Lanterns may have learned their lessons, but they knew better than anyone that the Emotional Spectrum was an important force they relied on to survive and protect their homes. So, no matter how foolish the Little Blue People were, as long as they controlled the technique to extract the Spectral Energy, one had to bow down under their eaves.

But Hal Jordan from the Schiller Universe was just too unique.

Compared to the Little Blue People, Schiller found him first, and compared to Schiller's setup, the approach of the Little Blue People seemed insignificant. This Hal Jordan had never been fooled by universal peace.

Towards Green Lantern energy, his initial attitude was similar to Schiller's, considering it merely an important resource.

Later, he was dragged by Green Arrow to Mexico, and he gained a deeper understanding of certain matters.

He realized that revolution was not a dinner party, and that it was impossible to properly manage the cosmos with the Little Blue People and their ilk—who held the guns but lacked the ideology to guide these dangerous weapons—making it fundamentally impossible to maintain cosmic peace.

Therefore, the only way to ensure cosmic peace was to hold the most important resources in one's own hands.

The years spent in Mexico made Hal give up illusions prematurely, so even though he hadn't experienced any Green Lantern Corps crises, he was clearly aware that putting aside anything to collaborate with others was not as good as holding the gun himself.

A revolution that swept through the Americas changed everyone caught in the storm but blew them in different directions, to stand on different grounds.

Green Arrow Oliver became a true liberator, hence he chose to let go; Superman Clark saw himself as a guardian of the land, dedicated to carrying out the justice of the food; Lex Luther was a red pragmatist, who only used the ideology as a weapon to achieve his own goals.

And Hal Jordan, the "champion of willpower" in the Justice League whose personality wasn't too conspicuous, inevitably embarked on a path of green dominance, contrasting with the red hegemony.

Hal Jordan of the Schiller Universe resembled a powerful minister more than a hero.

If every Green Lantern had to have their unique code name, then perhaps Hal's would be—"Prince Jade".


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