Chapter 56 Poison Ivy: Did I Meet a Pervert? (Modified!)
Arkham Asylum.
This is the Arkham Talent University where countless madmen of Gotham pursue advanced studies. All the buildings are in a Gothic style, looking somewhat gloomy.
If you are a criminal in Gotham but have never entered Arkham Asylum, then you can only be considered a ～ loli in Gotham.
At this moment, right in one of the corridors.
Wearing handcuffs and escorted by Batman, the Jokerwalked along the corridor toward the cell ahead.
"Oh Batman, why so serious? Smile a little, it won't hurt to smile."
The Joker's voice carried a hint of bewilderment, trying to seduce Gotham's Dark Knight into laughing.
Just at this moment, a familiar voice to both of them came from the side.
"Yo, Hajibat, and you said you and Laochou aren't star-crossed lovers, you're even holding hands now, damn it!"
Hearing this, Batman immediately brushed aside the Joker's hand and looked up ahead.
In the cold-toned corridor, a man wearing a bear headgear and armor, dressed in a yellow prisoner uniform, was walking towards them with a crowd of criminals.
Behind them were several prison guards with guns tucked at their waists and holding nightsticks.
Before Batman could speak, a manic smile appeared on the face of the Joker beside him:
"Holy crab! Damn guy, you got caught here too?"
"Of course not."
Lynn's hands were cuffed, and the surrounding prisoners had gloomy and solemn expressions on their faces; only he was as joyful as if he had come home.
Batman's gaze fell on Lynn, his brows tightly furrowed.
"Tony Stark, what is your purpose in coming to Arkham Asylum?"
According to his understanding of Lynn, this guy coming to Arkham Asylum definitely meant no good.
"What can I do here?" Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly, "Go home, of course."
"Be honest!"
A black prison guard pushed hard with both hands against Lynn's back, wanting to teach this criminal a lesson.
However.
Facing Lynn's strength of over a hundred points, this black prison guard was as frail as a loli.
Lynn didn't move at all; instead, the guard turned red from straining.
"Didn't you eat? You don't even have that little strength?"
Lynn turned his head and glanced at him with a face full of disdain.
"I suggest you better not disturb me, otherwise tomorrow morning, when your colleagues see you being ultimately humiliated by four psychiatric patients, don't blame me."
The black prison guard was surprised in his heart, how could this guy have such great strength?
He didn't take Lynn's threat to heart at all, and instead sneered:
"This is Arkham Asylum, and Batman is here too. Do you dare to do that?!"
Hearing this, a faint sneer appeared on Lynn's face.
"If you don't believe it, you can give it a try. Anyway, I never stop others from courting death, especially that one."
Hearing Lynn's last word, the black prison guard couldn't help it anymore and immediately stepped forward to teach this madman a lesson.
However—
Batman on the side spoke.
"If I were you, I would send him to the cell immediately and get out of here quickly."
"Why?" A puzzled look appeared on the black prison guard's face.
This was Arkham Asylum, their territory after all.
What's more, with Batman here, there was no way the man in front of him could do anything to him, right?
"Because everything he said is true." Batman's expression was helpless, "If he wants to kill you, I can't stop it."
"Wait." Seeing Batman's helpless expression, the Joker's heart skipped a beat.
"Batman, the one who leaves you helpless should be me, the Joker, not this guy!"
"You leave him helpless?"
Seeing the Joker's panicked expression, Lynn seemed to have discovered something fun.
"You've already been caught by him, how are you supposed to leave him helpless?"
"Holy crab!" the Joker cursed angrily, "Think about it, who is Batman's lifelong nemesis?"
Lynn didn't even think about it and blurted out: "Superman, of course."
Even Amanda Waller knew that Batman would likely declare war on Superman; could the Joker in front of him possibly not know?
The Joker: "..."
Crap, it seems I really have become the joke.
Looking at the silent Joker, Batman suddenly felt a sense of foreboding.
"Joker, behave!"
He quickly led the Joker and walked briskly toward the cell ahead.
Batman felt that if they stayed here a little longer, the Joker's condition would probably get worse.
...
"This is your cell, get in there right now!"
The black prison guard, who had suffered a setback from Lynn, held a nightstick and shouted sternly in front of Warren.
"What are you rushing for? Do you know who I am?"
Warren's face was full of disdain; he was just a prison guard, yet he dared to treat him like this.
"Have you ever heard of the Great White Shark? Believe it or not, I'll buy this lousy place tomorrow and fire all of you!"
The black prison guard was already burning with anger. Hearing Warren's disdainful tone, he immediately gripped his nightstick tightly.
"Fire us?"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
The nightstick slammed heavily onto Warren's body, producing a dull thud.
"Let you fire us! Let you fire! I'll fucking let you fire!"
The dull crashing sounds echoed through the corridor, prompting criminals in other cells to stick their heads out and watch this scene.
"F*ck! How dare you hit me?!"
Holding his agonizing ribs, Warren had cold sweat streaming down his temples, mixed with the dust on his face, making him look extremely pathetic and disheveled.
He stared fixedly at the black prison guard, his eyes filled with unbelievable fury.
"Do you fucking know who I am? Great White SharkWarren!"
"Who in the financial world doesn't give me face, and you, a mere prison guard, actually dare to hit me?"
The black prison guard sneered, the nightstick in his hand still trembling slightly, obviously not having beaten him enough.
"Sir, I am giving you face right now, but remember, in Arkham, only the nightstick will give you face!"
The nightstick fell again, this time smashing directly onto Warren's shoulder, hurting him so much he grimaced and almost cried out.
Damn it, when he gets out, he will definitely make this prison guard pay the price, skin him alive, and break his limbs!
After finishing beating Warren, the black prison guard walked up to Lynn feeling refreshed.
He pointed to the cell holding Scarecrow, acting as arrogant and high-spirited as a rooster that had won a battle.
"Your cell is this one!"
Lynn shook his head and walked straight towards the cell of Poison Ivy Pamela.
"No, I think it should be this one."
Between a pervert dressed like Scarecrow and a scantily clad beauty, anyone could figure out who to choose even with their toes.
Not to mention there was also a hidden quest like plants vs. zombies.
"Huh?"
Hearing this, the black prison guard raised an eyebrow, a ferocious smile appearing on his face.
"F*ck! Damn madmen, you guys should just obediently listen to me!"
Grasping his nightstick, he suddenly rushed towards Lynn.
This damned madman actually dared to threaten him in Arkham Asylum.
It was time to teach this guy a good lesson and let him know who the boss was in Arkham Asylum!
The nightstick tore through the air, smashing heavily towards Lynn's bear headgear.
The next second—
"Man!"
Laoda's dark elbow suddenly tore through the air and smashed fiercely into the lower body of the black prison guard.
Crack!!
The sound of shattering came through.
The black prison guard's eyes widened, his dark face turning pale at a visible rate, and he collapsed onto the ground tremblingly.
Hearing the commotion here, the other prison guards immediately turned their heads to look. Seeing the state of the black prison guard, their brows furrowed.
Feeling the gaze of the prison guards, Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly.
"Do you guys want to end up like him too?"
Hearing this, all the prison guards shuddered and immediately withdrew their gazes.
They certainly didn't want to be like Jack, only able to become women in the future.
Lynn strode into Poison Ivy's cell and locked the cell door with a click.
Seeing this, Pamela tilted her head, looking somewhat puzzled.
"What are you locking the door for?"
Lynn shrugged: "This gives a sense of security."
"What are you sitting in front of me taking deep breaths for?"
Pamela's delicate eyebrows slightly knitted, a look of confusion appearing on her lovely cheeks.
"This gives even more of a sense of security."
Pamela: "..."
Did she meet a pervert?
[Daily Quest "Fragrant Floral Scent" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: Poison Ivy Favorability +10, Senzu Bean * 1]
[Senzu Bean: From "Dragon Ball", consuming it can instantly heal all injuries on the body, but has no effect on diseases.]
"Can this Senzu Bean even compare to that bag of hajimi north-south mung beans in my backpack?"
Lynn wondered inwardly.
But catching a glimpse out of the corner of his eye of Poison Ivy with her emerald skin before him, he took a deep breath.
"Perhaps something like a Senzu Bean can allow Poison Ivy to cultivate them in batches."
Chapter 57 Developing Poison Ivy
Inside a cell at Arkham Asylum.
Poison Ivy Pamela lay lazily on a wooden bed, a faint floral fragrance radiating from her body.
Green leaves covered the two milky-green mounds on her chest, her deep cleavage vaguely visible, overflowing with a captivating fragrance.
"So..."
Lynn sat opposite Pamela, staring fixedly at that deep cleavage as he asked,
"You came to Arkham Asylum just for the plants here?"
"Of course." Pamela parted her red lips slightly, her voice lazy.
She changed her lying posture, her full mounds undulating with the movement, rising and falling like surging waves.
"In my view, all the plants in Arkham Asylum are lives worth cherishing.
As long as I can save them, coming back here is worth it."
Lynn nodded; although he couldn't understand it, he respected her decision.
After all, big breasts are truth.
The blue quest notification popped up once again.
[Story Quest: Develop Poison Ivy]
[Quest Description: Poison Ivy Pamela wants to save the plants of Arkham Asylum, but she doesn't know how to develop her own abilities. Please develop Poison Ivy.]
[Quest Rewards: Experience +20, Poison Ivy Favorability +10, Random Character Card * 1]
"Develop Poison Ivy's abilities?" Lynn's expression turned peculiar as he thought to himself, "Could it really be plants vs. zombies?"
"Can you stop taking deep breaths?"
Looking at Lynn's constantly heaving chest and exaggerated breathing actions, Pamela was somewhat speechless.
Did this guy like taking deep breaths that much?
"And... why do I feel like you've been staring right below my neck?"
Lynn took a deep breath, and a faint, petal-like fragrance drifted into his nostrils.
An expression of intoxication involuntarily appeared on his face.
"Sorry, I forgot to turn off the auto-aim."
Thinking of the hidden quest for plants vs. zombies and the previous story quest, he spoke up:
"I received some intel that the big zombie Solomon Grundyfrom Slaughter Swamp will come here to Arkham Asylum."
"So?" Pamela raised an eyebrow slightly. "Is that why you keep taking deep breaths?"
"Of course not."
Lynn shook his head and sat heavily on the bed, the faint milky fragrance growing stronger.
"His purpose is to destroy all the plants in Arkham Asylum.
Then take the plant remains back to Slaughter Swamp to cultivate a Dr. zombie that can eat your brain."
Hearing this, Pamela frowned, her expression gradually turning gloomy.
"Destroy all the plants? Shit! Where did you get this intel, is it reliable?"
As one of the avatars of the Green, Poison Ivy couldn't stand seeing others destroy plants in front of her.
So when Lynn said a big zombie was going to destroy all the plants in Arkham Asylum, she immediately panicked.
"Of course it's true."
Lynn glanced at his hidden quest and nodded, his face full of certainty.
Well, the fact that the prison zombie Solomon Grundy was going to invade Arkham Asylum was true.
As for whether the other party would destroy the plants, Lynn didn't know.
Seeing Lynn's confident look, Pamela fell into silence.
She had originally been guarding her plants in Slaughter Swamp, living a life isolated from the world.
But her good friend Harley Quinn found her and recruited her to join the Bat Gang.
Originally, Pamela didn't want to join, but later, she couldn't resist Harley constantly pestering her.
Thus, Pamela inexplicably became a member of the Bat Gang.
Toward the man wearing a bear da suit in front of her, Pamela couldn't say she hated him, but she wouldn't trust a hundred percent of what he said either.
However... what if what this guy said was true?
Moreover, she knew about the big zombie Solomon Grundy and had seen him from afar.
He possessed a gray and withered power that was naturally opposed to her power to revive and grow plants.
Perhaps... he really would come to Arkham Asylum and destroy those plants.
Seeing Pamela fall into deep thought, Lynn leaned closer and lowered his voice:
"Think about the delicate plants in Arkham Asylum, Pamela. You wouldn't want them to be destroyed by that prison zombie, would you?"
Hearing this, Pamela quickly raised her head, her pretty face full of anxiety.
"If Solomon Grundy really wants to destroy all the plants in Arkham Asylum, I will definitely stop him!"
To Pamela, plants, like Harley, were her friends.
She would never let her friends be bullied, let alone let them die!
Lynn raised an eyebrow: "But how are you going to stop that century-old prison zombie?"
"Using my plants and my poison."
Pamela thought for a moment and replied.
"I can control plant growth, making them break the laws of nature and turn into whatever appearance I want, and they can also emit lethal toxins."
As she spoke, Poison Ivy Pamela waved her hand, and several seeds instantly fell to the ground.
Under her power, these seeds instantly transformed into thick vines entwined with green leaves.
At the same time, lethal toxins capable of poisoning an elephant slowly spread in the air, filling the entire cell.
Pamela glanced at Lynn out of the corner of her eye, and seeing his calm appearance, she felt slightly surprised.
"Why is my toxin useless against you?"
"Because I am Bear Da." Lynn explained.
Pamela: "???"
What the heck is Bear Da, a teddy bear?
How come she had never heard of it?
Seeing the bewildered expression on Pamela's face, Lynncouldn't help curling his lips.
This bear da suit not only had strong defense, but it could also help him isolate most toxic gases.
It was simply an essential item for staying at home, traveling, and committing murder.
Unexpectedly, Poison Ivy didn't understand at all. He still had to farm some favorability and try in-depth communication.
He remembered that Poison Ivy's favorability seemed to have reached 40, and he still needed 60 to max it out and unlock the special CG.
Lynn's clear eyes looked at the vines in the cell, his voice low and his tone flat.
"Can you control these plants to turn into some weird plants?"
"Weird plants?" Pamela asked doubtfully, "What kind of weird?"
Hearing this, Lynn immediately took a sunflower out of his system inventory, and a golden flower resembling the Sunappeared out of thin air in his hand.
Looking at the sunflower that appeared out of thin air in his hand, Pamela's pretty emerald-green eyes widened.
"Is this the weird plant you were talking about?" She frowned, "I can feel that it seems to have a Sun hidden inside its body."
As soon as her voice fell, the sunflower instantly emitted sunlight comparable to the Sun, abruptly illuminating the entire cell.
The scattering golden light passed through the gaps in the bars, tearing apart the deep darkness of the outer corridor.
"Holy crab! Is it dawn outside? That's right, I love you too!!"
"Oh ho ho ho! Such strong light, speed up even more, I... I'm about to... about to turn into Ultraman!"
"Fuck you! Don't you fucking come over here!"
"..."
Lynn ignored the voices outside the cell and looked at the astonished Poison Ivy in front of him.
"You see, it's this kind of weird plant."
He put away the sunflower and looked at Poison Ivy with his eyes refracting a cold light, looking full of confidence.
"Since you can control plants, you must be able to control those seeds and turn them into this kind of weird plant, right?"
Pamela: "..."
Am I that powerful?
Chapter 58: Is Green a Couple's Color?
Two days later.
Inside Pamela's cell.
Poison Ivy's face was full of excitement, and a wave of rosy flush appeared on her white-with-green face.
"Lynn, I didn't expect plants could actually grow like this. Why didn't I think of it before?"
Looking at the deformed Peashooter and watermelon pitcher in front of him, Lynn's mouth twitched twice.
Have you ever seen a giant Peashooter that looks like a Victreebel?
Is this fucking really not Victreebel from Pokémon next door?
"I think your understanding might be a bit flawed." Lynnfrowned slightly.
In-depth communication, he must find an opportunity for in-depth communication!
Otherwise, Poison Ivy wouldn't understand what he meant at all.
"Isn't this right?"
Pamela's pretty brows frowned slightly, and her gorgeous little face was full of puzzlement.
Hadn't she already cultivated these weird plants by her own strength?
[Story quest "Develop Poison Ivy" completed]
[Reward obtained: EXP +20, Poison Ivy Favorability +10, Hulk Character Card * 1]
"Good grief, am I going to turn green too?" Lynn raised an eyebrow and thought to himself.
He put away the blue task completion prompt and naturally held Pamela's hand.
"Of course it's not right."
Pamela originally thought that although she didn't have that kind of aversion and repulsion towards Lynn, she would at least resist the other person's contact.
But unexpectedly, when Lynn's hand was holding hers, she didn't feel any sense of resistance in her heart at all, just like when she held Harley's hand back then.
"Aren't you a man?" Pamela asked suddenly.
Lynn:???
"Should I take it off and show you?"
Seeing Lynn's action, Pamela's expression changed abruptly, and she immediately grabbed his hand to stop his movement.
"Man! You must be a man among men, the manliest man in all of Gotham!!" Her voice was somewhat panicked.
In this cramped cell, she definitely didn't want to face that thing alone; just thinking about it was terrible.
"Look, wouldn't it be fine if you just gave in earlier?"
Lynn curled his lips.
"These strange plants aren't cultivated like this. I'll teach you."
As he spoke, he held Poison Ivy's hand once again.
"This hand is really something else, rare stuff."
"..."
Pamela opened her mouth, wanting to say something but stopping.
For some reason, she felt a bit weird in her heart.
While Lynn was hand-in-hand developing Poison Ivy, Great White Shark Warren White on the other side was suffering a terrible ordeal.
In the dim and cramped cell.
Warren leaned against the corner of the wall, curled up, his bloodshot eyes staring fixedly at a certain spot, not even daring to breathe loudly.
On the bed next to him, a disheveled lunatic stood there, facing Warren, making an "xx" gesture with his right hand and a pistol gesture with his left hand.
"O-ho-ho-ho!! Give me some more light... That's right, I'm going to turn into Ultraman too!"
While babbling incoherently, the lunatic also got down from the bed and walked towards Warren.
Seeing this scene, Warren, cowering in the corner, instantly changed his expression.
"Fuck! Don't you fucking come over!"
Are all mental patients such perverts?
Disregarding Warren's screaming, the man rushed directly in front of Warren.
Warren's facial muscles couldn't help but twitch fiercely twice.
His mentality had exploded!
"Fuck! I fucking have to go back! This fucking isn't the psychiatric hospital in my memory!"
...
Deep in the night.
A bat symbol hung high in the sky, and the grayish-white moonlight quietly shone on the fragrant little flowers.
A nursery rhyme rang out on the quiet road.
"Solomon Grundy, born on a Monday..."
A gray, withered, and badass large gray foot heavily stepped on the little flowers.
"Christened on Tuesday... Married on Wednesday..."
Arkham Asylum, inside the security booth in front of the door.
"Jack, they all say you've whored before. Tell me, are there really a lot of scantily clad streetwalkers with huge tits on Bowery Street?"
The young man wearing a blue uniform was full of excitement.
"I'm still a virgin, and I heard that if girls in their line of work meet virgins, they even give out red envelopes.
Do you think if I go to trade with them, they'll give me a red envelope?"
Jack was a middle-aged man. Hearing this, he put down the Playboy magazine in his hand and raised his eyes to look at the somewhat constrained young man.
"Give you a red envelope?"
He shook his head:
"Come on, Tru, you've never done this kind of thing before. By then you won't even last three minutes. It'll be a good thing if they don't mock you, yet you still want them to give you red envelopes?"
Tru scratched the back of his head somewhat shyly.
"People always have to fantasize, right? What if a streetwalker has that kind of relationship with me and also gives me a red envelope, what should I do?"
Jack: "..."
Sure enough, virgins just love to fantasize.
If you had fucked even once, you wouldn't have this kind of thought.
He shook his head inwardly and continued reading the magazine in his hand.
However, right at this moment.
"Solomon Grundy... christened on Tuesday..."
Jack frowned slightly.
"Did you hear any unusual sound?"
Tru shook his head: "What unusual sound?"
He was still immersed in his own fantasy and hadn't heard anything.
"Could it be that I'm having auditory hallucinations?" Jackfrowned tightly.
This haunted place Arkham always had something happen from time to time.
Either the lunatics inside escaped, or the lunatics outside broke in.
Perhaps his nerves were too tense, which was why he had such auditory hallucinations?
Jack shook his head inwardly and put his gaze back on the magazine.
Only...
"Solomon Grundy... married on Wednesday..."
That's not right!
Jack stood up abruptly, pulled out the gun at his waist, and stared closely at the road under the night.
"There really is a sound!"
Tru's fantasy was shattered, and his whole mood went bad.
"Where is there any sound?" He was full of displeasure, "Come on, buddy, has your menopause arrived?"
"There really is!" Jack said with certainty, "I heard it, right on the road."
Hearing this, Tru immediately walked out of the security booth, raised his gun, and came to the road, but found nothing.
He turned around, shrugged, and said to Jack with a relaxed face:
"Buddy, if you ask me, your nerves are just too tense. How about next time when you have a day off, you take me to take a look around Bowery Street?
I've grown up so big and still haven't tasted what a woman is like.
If by then I really encounter a woman whose tits are bigger than hands and she gives me a red envelope, what should I do?"
Just as he was speaking, Jack's face turned pale in a flash, his tone carrying a hint of fear.
"Fuck! Tru, run fast, there is a monster behind you!"
"A monster?" Tru laughed helplessly and shook his head, turning his head to look back.
"Buddy, your acting skills are so... Mo-mo-mo... Monster!"
A giant shadow stood behind him, its dim blue eyes staring fixedly at him.
"Solomon Grundy... died on a Saturday!"
Chapter 59: Century-old Prison Zombie Night Raid on Arkham
Bang! Boom!!
Gunshots and explosions echoed through the silent, long night.
Arkham Asylum was in complete chaos, and countless prison guards and security guards rushed out with weapons in hand.
But immediately following that, the sound of corpses falling to the ground echoed, and a rust-like smell of blood permeated the air.
Amidst the chaos, a man wearing a Joker mask rushed in front of Joker's cell.
"Boss, I'm here to save you!"
The man took out the stolen key, inserted it into the keyhole of the cell door, and opened the door.
"Hahaha!"
Joker rushed out of the cell, his mouth splitting all the way to the roots of his ears, and his pale face blooming with his classic, crazy smile.
"I, Joker, am out again!"
The man wearing the Joker mask handed a gun to Joker, and then said:
"Boss, let's run quickly, Arkham Asylum seems to have some abnormal situation."
Joker took the gun, raised his eyebrows, and glanced at the man.
He raised his right hand, aiming the muzzle at the man's head.
"Bo..."
Bang!
The man's corpse fell to the ground, blood flowing endlessly.
Joker nodded with satisfaction: "It seems this gun has bullets."
He certainly wouldn't forget the last time Lynn bet with him on whether there were bullets in the gun.
This time, the gun in his hand truly had bullets.
"And Batman..."
A trace of ruthlessness flashed deep in Joker's eyes.
"I need to find a time to finish off Superman..."
Batman's destined mortal enemy could only be him, Joker!
Seeming to think of something fun, Joker laughed crazily while raising his gun and rushing towards the control switch room of the asylum cells.
There were the switches controlling all the cells in Arkham Asylum.
As long as all the mentally ill patients in Arkham Asylumwere released, even Batman would probably be exhausted and have no time to catch him, right?
In this way, he would have plenty of time to deal with Superman in neighboring Metropolis.
Batman can only belong to me, Joker, alone!
Bang! Bang!
Accompanied by two gunshots, the corpses of two guards fell to the ground.
Joker broke into the control switch room and smirked as he turned on all the switches.
"Hehe... Batman, I hope you like this gift of mine!"
As the switches were turned on, the doors of all cells began to open automatically.
Great White Shark Warren White lay naked on the bed, his body covered everywhere in filthy liquids and scars.
Seeing the cell door open, as if grabbing a straw, he exerted all his strength and rushed outside.
"Escape, I fucking have to escape from this damn ghost place!"
Warren regretted it to death in his heart; was his brain kicked by a donkey back then?
Not going to a proper prison, why did he think of coming to this damn Arkham Asylum?
"The door is open?"
Killer Croc Waylon Jones looked at the opened cell door and Warren running around naked, looking slightly stunned.
"Don't go out, what if it's Batman's plan?"
Just as Waylon was getting ready to leave, a hoarse male voice came from behind him.
"Scarecrow, you say this is Batman's plan?" Killer Crocscratched his head with a silly look.
"Batman shouldn't do that, right? He is the superhero of the city of Gotham, not those dirty cops; how could he possibly engage in entrapment?"
Scarecrow replied: "If you want to go out, I won't stop you, but I am not going out."
Waylon shook his head, a look of disdain on his face.
"You really are a coward."
Scarecrow ignored him and just sat quietly in the shadows.
Killer Croc strode out of the cell door, and looking at the chaotic corridor, a smile instantly appeared on his face.
"Freedom! I, Waylon, have felt freedom once again!!"
He followed the criminals ahead and hurried toward the exit below.
As long as he escaped through the exit, he, Waylon Jones, would be a brave man again.
At that time, he would make the sewer kingdom bigger and stronger and create new brilliance!
Well, these villains in Gotham always thought of some weird business startup projects.
However, imagination is beautiful, but reality is very harsh.
"Holy crab! What the fuck is this monster?!"
The naked Warren stopped his steps, his bloodshot eyes instantly widening, staring fixedly at the huge shadow ahead.
"Solomon Grundy... buried on Sunday!"
A giant hand exuding a grayish, foul stench suddenly tore through the air, bursting with a violent whistling sound, and grabbed towards him.
Warren's expression suddenly changed, his legs retreating backward with all his might.
"Fuck! Don't come over!!"
What the hell is going on with Arkham Asylum?
Just escaped from the hands of one pervert, and now encountered another monster—is there any way for people to live?
Under Warren's despairing gaze, that rotting giant hand directly grabbed him.
The prison zombie exerted sudden force, using him like a stone and fiercely smashing him into the distance.
Warren instantly took flight, his face full of despair.
Goodbye mother, if there is a next life, I never want to go to a psychiatric hospital again o(╥﹏╥)o
Bang!!
A dull sound came.
This guy who paid money to take the back door into Arkham Asylum fell to the ground, life or death unknown.
"Motherfucker! Are you the legendary zombie of Slaughter Swamp?"
Looking at the tall zombie standing before him, a look of curiosity appeared on Killer Croc's face.
He had heard rumors about Solomon Grundy before, but didn't expect to meet him today here at Arkham Asylum.
But Solomon Grundy's state seemed somewhat abnormal.
The eyes with which he looked at Killer Croc were filled with violence, like a Beast that only knew how to destroy.
"Solomon says you're a big sissy and wants to eat your brain!" Solomon burst out in a roar.
With a push of his legs, the entire zombie charged fiercely toward Killer Croc like a tank.
"You fucking treat me like prey?"
Killer Croc's crimson eyes were filled with tyranny.
It had always been him treating others as prey, yet no one had ever been able to treat him, Killer Croc, as prey!
"Since that's the case, then you just watch and see Lord Waylon's power!"
His muscles bulged all over, his sharp claws tore through the air, and he savagely grabbed toward Solomon Grundy's face.
Bang!!
Killer Croc was sent flying from the fierce impact, his huge body hitting the wall like a kite with a broken string.
Rumble!!
The concrete wall instantly collapsed to the ground, shattering into stones and kicking up bursts of dust.
"Fuck! How can this guy's strength be so strong?"
Killer Croc was dumbfounded.
He reckoned his strength was over a dozen tons, and being able to flip cars was already pretty badass.
As a result, he didn't expect this big zombie's strength to be even greater than his, charging over just like a fucking tank.
Not only that, the wounds scratched on the opponent's face were constantly healing, turning back to their original appearance after a short while.
"Fuck! Can it still regenerate?!"
Stronger than him and able to regenerate too—how the hell is one supposed to fight this?!
Without a second thought, Killer Croc quickly turned around and fled in another direction.
Seeing this, the big zombie roared and charged toward the fleeing Killer Croc.
"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"
He flees, he pursues.
"Hey, big zombie, you brainless thing, look here!"
Hearing the man's voice, Solomon stopped his steps and looked toward the left corridor.
I saw a row of bizarre-looking plants growing rapidly.
And behind these plants, a sunflower was constantly producing sunlight.
The sunlight shone on these plants, faintly carrying a trace of peculiar magic power.
Lynn raised his eyes to look at the slowly charging prison zombie, the corners of his mouth splitting and turning upward.
"Pamela, let him taste the power of our cob cannon!"
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Wuwuwu, thanks to the generous love of all reader daddies, nearly 400 monthly votes were cast yesterday, and this little author made it onto the new book ranking for the first time, I'm really so happy (*^▽^*)
And I checked, we are probably about 200 monthly votes away from entering the monthly vote ranking, this is something I didn't even dare to imagine before.
Daddies, adoptive fathers, begging for follow-up reads! Begging for monthly votes!
Let this child get on the monthly vote ranking once.
I really, really want to get on the monthly vote ranking, wuwuwu o(╥﹏╥)o
Chapter 58 got stuck in audit, so I re-sent it, and then swapped the positions of Chapter 58 and Chapter 59, it won't affect reading
Chapter 60: Use the Flame Elbow on him!
In the dim corridor.
Rustling sounds mixed with Beast-like roars echoed in the darkness.
Suddenly, dazzling sunlight illuminated the pitch-black corridor.
A figure over two meters tall with a gray and rotting face stood at the entrance of the corridor, motionless.
"Hey! Brainless big zombie, my brain is right here, don't you want it?"
Lynn's voice suddenly sounded from the other end of the corridor.
"My brain has been used very few times, and it's still very fresh!
And I also have world-shaking wisdom, hurry up and eat me!"
Hearing Lynn's words, Solomon Grundy, whose entire body was covered in muscles and scars, slowly turned his head.
His pair of deep blue eyes gleamed with a bizarre cold light, staring fixedly at the deep corridor on the left.
The sunlight vanished in a flash, and rows upon rows of bizarre-looking plants sprang up from the ground under some strange power.
At the very front was a yellow Tall-nut over a meter high, looking like a door.
Growing in the middle were several Peashooter-like plants capable of shooting peas, as well as a corn cannon capable of shooting corn.
Of course, among these Peashooters, quite a few were mutated plants that looked like the big stomach Liangzi.
Sunlight lit up again from the sunflower at the back, imbuing these magical plants with magic power.
Seeing these weird plants, the big zombie, who only had a hazy consciousness, burst out with an angry roar.
"Brains! Solomon Grundy... born on Monday!"
Lynn sat on a chair woven from vines, his expression calm.
"You really look like you were born."
"What Solomon said is born! Born on Monday!"
The Laoda zombie was anxious, and his rotting, muscle-bound big hand suddenly exerted force, tearing through the air and smashing fiercely onto the Tall-nut.
"Boom!!"
The fist was like a cannonball, and under the huge force, the nut was blown to pieces.
Seeing this scene, Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly.
"This Laoda zombie has such great strength? He actually wrecked the Tall-nut in one go?"
Pamela stood beside him, her emerald green arms entwined with vines raised, aiming at the plants ahead.
Crystal-clear sweat oozed from her forehead, exuding a floral fragrance.
Trickling slowly down her smooth skin, it dripped onto the ground.
"His strength is indeed very strong."
Pamela stared fixedly at Solomon ahead, her face full of resentment.
"But my plants are not bad either!"
The moment the plants were destroyed, Pamela could even hear their dying wails!
These plants were begging Pamela to kill this monster and avenge them!
"I want to avenge the Tall-nut, go to hell!"
Pamela's little face was filled with anger, and that power surged up again.
Peashooters and corn cannons fired frantically, smashing fiercely toward the big zombie ahead.
Seeing this scene, Lynn instantly switched the bear da suiton his body to iron armor.
"I'll help you!"
As soon as his voice fell, he raised his hand toward the plants ahead, and high-temperature blazing flames instantly spewed from his palms.
Pease by pease, burned by the flames, smashed onto Solomon Grundy's body.
Almost instantly, scarlet flames burned fiercely on this big zombie's body.
The terrifying high temperature almost distorted the surrounding air.
"Now, this Laoda zombie should have fallen into a debuff state, right?"
Uncle Ying's movies said that zombies are afraid of fire and high temperatures.
Now that the Laoda zombie Solomon has turned into a Pyro, he will probably be gone soon, right?
However——
"Solomon Grundy... baptized on Tuesday!!"
The Beast-like roar came from ahead again.
The Laoda zombie, bathed in high-temperature flames, walked forward step by step.
While his rotting surface was constantly scorched, it was also growing rapidly, very much like a certain Japanese anime protagonist who insists on surviving.
"Roar! Solomon is going to kill you!!"
The big zombie had a ferocious expression, feeling not a shred of pain.
He strode up to these continuously firing plants and pulled hard with both arms.
"Rip!!"
Peashooters and corn cannons, one by one, were torn into pieces by Solomon Grundy.
The plants' green stems and leaves were scattered everywhere, burned by the raging fire, and gradually turned into ashes.
"Plants! My plants!!"
Seeing this scene, Poison Ivy Pamela was full of anger, her eyes splitting in rage.
"Damn zombie, I will chop you into pieces and turn you into nourishment for the plants!"
As her voice fell, thick vines surged toward the flame-scorched zombie under her control.
However.
In front of the raging flames, these vines were like moths flying into a flame, and they were burned to ashes in a moment.
Seeing this scene, Pamela was stunned for a moment, then turned to look at Lynn beside her, the meaning on her face self-evident.
"Is this the help you gave me?"
Lynn: "..."
Isn't plants vs. zombies played this way?
The peas from Peashooters and the shells from corn cannons should be even more powerful after being burned by flames!
Why did it enchant the Laoda zombie instead?
"Ahem..."
He coughed awkwardly.
"Doesn't matter, I will make a move."
Since the plants didn't work, he could only step up himself.
As a veteran Sekiro player, facing a monster like this that only used brute force without any skill, Lynn had plenty of experience.
Back in the day, he also took down the Chained Ogre with one life, alright?
"Swoosh!!"
A palm cannon blasted fiercely onto the flame big zombie's chest.
Solomon's figure swayed slightly, and then he rushed toward Lynn and Pamela again.
"Solomon says you are all big women!"
Seeing that the palm cannon capable of blowing away Batman was blocked by this big zombie, Lynn's face instantly filled with astonishment.
"This Laoda zombie is so strong?"
"Solomon Grundy, born on Monday!"
Solomon swung his big hand suddenly, his flame-burning arm making a violent whistle as he grabbed fiercely toward Lynn's chest.
"Nonsense, it's clearly getting married on Monday, getting looted of gold coins on Tuesday, and getting cuckolded on Wednesday!"
Lynn quickly dodged to the side, while raising his right hand to stroke the bald top of the iron armor's head.
"Solomon Grundy... married on Monday... looted of gold coins on Tuesday..."
The flame big zombie seemed to realize something was wrong, widened his eyes, and stood blankly on the spot, possessing a beauty lacking a brain stem.
Taking advantage of this guy being stunned, Lynn dribbled a basketball with his left hand, and the Jige Martial Soulcame out in response, while he bent his right elbow, with the Laoda Martial Soul stirring.
Left Jige, right Laoda, wearing iron armor on his body.
Lynn raised his elbow, his face serious.
"Laoda, Mamba's secret is in this, use the Flame Elbow on him!"
"Man!!"
Accompanied by Laoda's roar, Lynn moved instantly.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!"
Powerful elbow strikes and the Iron Mountain Leansuddenly smashed onto Solomon's body, bursting out with dull sounds.
Following closely, the Laoda Martial Soul slammed an elbow onto his head, and the huge force instantly erupted, directly smashing his head crooked.
And although Jige continuously used the Iron Mountain Lean, pressing against Solomon's chest.
But the effect was minimal, and it couldn't even make Solomon budge in the slightest.
"No way?" Lynn said with a look of astonishment, "Neither the Laoda Martial Soul nor the Jige Martial Soul can deal damage?!"
Was his stats not high enough?
Did he have to use the character cards of Spider-Man or Hulk?
"Who changed Solomon's nursery rhyme?!"
Suddenly, the Laoda zombie let out an angry roar, his pair of deep blue eyes staring fixedly at Lynn.
"It's you!"
He roared, charging over fiercely like a tank.
"I'm not fucking pretending anymore."
Lynn took out the transformation stick, gave Solomon a hit with it, and the big zombie instantly turned into an emerald green cucumber, dropping straight to the ground.
"I am a mechanism freak."