Chapter 80: Pamela, Do You Like Bondage Play?
Gotham Reservoir.
The pale moonlight was blocked by gray clouds, and only a few dim rays struggled out from the gaps, shining on the ground.
"Why has that nuclear bomb disappeared?"
Wonder Woman Diana stood in front of an old locust tree, her beautiful eyes gazing at the bound Mad Hatter in front of her, interrogating him sternly.
After refusing the invitation from Lynn and the Bat Gang, she and Supergirl Kara prepared to take the nuclear bomb back to the Justice League headquarters.
But when they were ready to transfer the nuclear bomb, the two of them were shocked to find that the nuclear bomb had actually disappeared.
Diana immediately thought of the Mad Hatter she had captured, so she tied him up here to interrogate him.
"I don't know why the nuclear bomb is gone either!" Jervis Tetch, the Mad Hatter, felt like crying without tears.
He clearly remembered that when he checked earlier, the nuclear bomb was still inside, so why was it gone now?
"He must have hidden it somewhere."
Lynn glanced at his system inventory and said with certainty.
"These criminals are the most cunning. Wonder Woman, don't you have the Lasso of Truth? Just use it on him once, and he'll confess."
"But I've already used the Lasso of Truth," Diana said quietly, "And why do I feel like the loss of the nuclear bomb has something to do with you?"
Feeling Diana's suspicious gaze, Lynn's expression remained unchanged as he directly retorted:
"No need to feel that way; your feeling is wrong. Supergirl Kara can testify for me; she and I came over together."
"But he can summon people or objects to another place out of thin air."
Supergirl Kara curled her lips, her expression as resentful as a wronged young wife.
"Will you tie yourself up, or should I tie you up?"
Taking the Lasso of Truth off the Mad Hatter, Dianacracked a smile and walked slowly toward Lynn.
Lynn: "..."
Is he about to be forced into bondage play?
Judging from the stats Supergirl Kara showed earlier, there is a high probability he can't beat these two women right now.
Could it be that he's going to let the two of them bring him to justice right on the spot?
Lynn shook his head inwardly.
He wasn't a passive person, unless the other person got on top and moved themselves.
Seeing that Wonder Woman Diana and Supergirl Karawere about to rush over and take him down directly, Lynnimmediately took the oblivion potion out of his system inventory and drank it all in one breath.
[oblivion potion: From "The Witcher 3", after drinking it, NPCs within a 10-meter radius will forget what happened in the last 5 minutes.]
A bitter taste instantly spread from the tip of his tongue throughout his body.
Following closely, Lynn saw the expressions of Wonder Woman Diana, Supergirl Kara, and the tied-up Mad Hatternot far away turn bewildered.
"What's going on?"
A look of confusion appeared on Diana's face as she turned to look at Supergirl Kara, who was equally lost beside her.
"Weren't we getting ready to take out the nuclear bomb and send it back to the Justice League headquarters? Why did we suddenly appear here?"
Supergirl Kara was also bewildered; she felt as though she had lost certain memories, but could not remember anything at all.
"Could some unknown enemy have attacked us?" Her expression changed as she guessed.
"That's right, we encountered an extremely terrifying enemy just now, and it was only with all my might that I saved the two of you."
At this moment, Lynn's voice sounded from the side, interrupting their thoughts.
Feeling the gazes of Supergirl Kara and Wonder Woman Diana, Lynn kept a straight face and spouted nonsense with a straight face:
"Just now, the alien monarch Darkseid descended on Gotham. He wanted to enslave us and make us work a five-day, eight-hour workweek."
"The two of you disagreed, so you rushed forward and were directly severely injured by him. Fortunately, I parleyed with him and fought three hundred rounds before finally forcing him to retreat."
"Seeing that the two of you were too seriously injured, I used the hajimi north-south mung beans to treat you both."
Diana: "Huh?"
Supergirl Kara beside her wore the exact same expression, looking at Lynn with a blank face, her beautiful eyes filled with confusion and astonishment.
Could... could it really be like this?
"When he escaped, he took the nuclear bomb here with him, and I failed to stop him."
Lynn shrugged, wearing a look of regret.
Supergirl Kara and Diana looked at each other, both seeing a trace of suspicion and gravity in the other's eyes.
If what this guy said is true, then Earth might really be in danger!
"Since the nuclear bomb has already been snatched away by the alien monarch, I think we need to report this matter to the other Justice League members."
Diana said, her pretty face full of solemnity.
"If that alien monarch descends again, we can prepare in advance so we won't fall into a passive position."
"You're right." Supergirl Kara nodded with a serious face, "I think so too."
Poor Darkseid, before he even started invading Earth, he was already being targeted by people.
"By the way, Supergirl Kara."
Seeming to remember something, Lynn directly pulled out the painting of Homelander's Getsuga Tensho from his system inventory and handed it to Supergirl Kara.
"This is a painting I made for you. I'm your fan, do you stir-fry noodles?"
Supergirl Kara lowered her gaze, looking at the painting in her hands. She saw a bright full moon hanging in mid-air, directly facing the top of a tall building.
And on the roof of the building, a figure stood there, cloak fluttering behind, and something seemed to be protruding from the lower half of his front.
Supergirl Kara: "..."
She took a deep breath and rejected Lynn.
"I don't stir-fry noodles."
Zeus Stock Exchange.
It was already four o'clock in the morning.
After calling to harass Batman, Lynn sat down on the sofa.
In his mind, he was still recalling the scene from a few hours ago when he invited Supergirl Kara and Wonder Woman Diana to join the Bat Gang.
The situation at the time was like this——
Supergirl Kara: "I'm not interested in the Bat Gang."
Having said that, she suddenly flew away like an arrow released from a bowstring.
Then——
Lynn used the pager.
Supergirl Kara instantly returned to the spot.
"If you don't agree to join the Bat Gang, you won't be able to go back and get your beauty sleep."
A wicked smile appeared on Lynn's face.
"Kara Danvers, you wouldn't want to miss out on your beauty sleep, would you?"
Supergirl Kara: "..."
Thus, Supergirl Kara logically joined the Bat Gang, and her favorability toward Lynn was -40.
"It's a pity Wonder Woman Diana left too fast, otherwise I could have pulled that off too. Anyway, there's a long way to go; I can always max out their favorability, unlock special CGs, hold Supergirl Kara on the left, grab Wonder Woman Diana on the right..."
Just at this moment, a faint fragrance came from in front of him, drilling into his nostrils like a little snake.
Lynn came back to his senses and gazed intently. He saw Pamela straddling his lap, looking at him tenderly, her watery eyes gazing at him with deep longing.
"Lynn, I feel like I'm sick."
Pamela leaned against Lynn's chest, her red lips parting slightly as a blush surged across her face.
"I don't know why, but these past few days, whenever I close my eyes, I can see your appearance. Do you think I'm very seriously ill?"
Lynn nodded: "Indeed, it's very serious."
She's even started pining with lovesickness, how could it not be serious?
"Then how do you suggest treating it?" Pamela said in a voice as soft as a mosquito's hum, her whole body trembling.
"It's fine, I'll help treat you."
Lynn directly picked her up by the waist, then chose to unlock Pamela's special CG.
Almost in an instant, the office in front of them turned into a huge green tree, with a bed made of petals appearing before them.
On the bed, Pamela was bound by plant vines, a shy blush blooming across her green face, looking somewhat like she had wifely charm.
"Pamela, do you like bondage play?"
"I like it... Don't speak, kiss me."
Next, the two engaged in paid plot material that could easily span hundreds of thousands of words, detailed as follows:
Chapter 81: Talia, You Wouldn't Want...
December 25th, Gotham's Diamond District.
The cold wind was like a knife, blowing across the snow-white streets, howling as if it had been stabbed in the rear.
In the alleyway of every corner, homeless people wrapped in tattered cotton coats could be seen huddling together for warmth.
They seemed to have been abandoned by this city, shivering in unnoticed corners in the biting cold wind, feeling the last warmth of their lives.
A leather shoe stepped into the soft snow, and a man wearing a pitch-black leather coat turned his head to look into one of the alleys.
In the corner of the alley, a Black homeless man wrapped in newspapers sat quietly against the wall next to a trash can, with white, flower-like things squirming on his pitch-black hands, looking exceptionally glaring.
If the sisters of a certain Red Book saw this scene, they would probably start praising it as a precious flower of life.
"To make a place like Gotham littered with Gundam fragments everywhere, Ol' America's execution threshold is still too overpowered."
Lynn shook his head, got out of a hijacked Hummer, and walked toward the Zeus Stock Exchange.
"No address means no job, no job means no money for rent, which leads to getting kicked out. I don't know which genius designed this system, it's simply a perfect infinite loop."
[Recruitment Quest: Please recruit two assassins for the Bat Gang]
[Quest Description: The Bat Gang's marksman was killed by the League of Assassins, which proves that assassins are the meta in the current patch. Player, please recruit two assassins.]
[Quest Rewards: EXP +20, Random Title *1]
Lynn closed the blue quest panel and walked straight toward the room where Talia and Cheshire were being held.
Ever since he captured Talia and Cheshire last time, he had asked Pamela to try and help him recruit these two female assassins.
Unfortunately, although Pamela's aphrodisiac powder and Plant Tentacles were powerful, these two female assassins were professionally trained after all, and they stubbornly refused to agree.
Left with no choice, Lynn had to take matters into his own hands and use his own methods.
Stepping out of the elevator, Lynn walked down the corridor to an iron door, pulled out a master key, inserted it into the keyhole, and turned it.
*Click!*
The iron door slowly opened, and bright light flooded into the room first, illuminating the two figures inside.
The person on the left was wrapped in a black bodysuit, her full curves clearly outlined by the tight fabric, and a deep cleavage exposed within the open V-neck.
A trace of fatigue showed on her face, her hands bound by green vines, suspending her in mid-air like a roasted duck.
Hearing the sound of the door opening, Talia quickly raised her head, her bright, beautiful eyes looking forward, looking incredibly pitiful.
"Talia al Ghul."
Lynn's gaze locked onto this gorgeous woman, his face expressionless as he slowly walked forward.
This was a technique he had specially learned to increase the psychological burden on others.
Not only that, but to intensify the psychological pressure on Talia and Cheshire, he had specially changed into Yan Shuangying's black leather coat.
"The daughter of the Demon's Head of the League of Assassins, Ras al Ghul, Ra's al Ghul, and you have a half-sister named Nyssa al Ghul.
You were trained by the Demon's Head since childhood, mastering various martial arts and assassination techniques, and have fought against Deathstroke, Batman, and others..."
As he spoke, Lynn walked up to Talia, pinched her chin with his right hand, forcing her face up to stare into her deep blue eyes.
"Am I right?"
"No matter how much you say, I will never join you!"
Talia let out a cold snort, gave her head a sharp twist, and broke free from Lynn's grip.
"If you think investigating me and knowing my background will persuade me to join you, then you can forget about it! We are loyal only to the League of Assassins!"
"Who said I came here to persuade you?"
Lynn crossed his arms, raised an eyebrow, and let his gaze sweep from top to bottom, unscrupulously over Talia's body.
Of course, he didn't spare Cheshire next to her either.
Just like Talia, her arms were bound by flexible vines, suspending her in mid-air.
Hearing the voices of Lynn and Talia, Cheshire's long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
With her movement, the full curves wrapped in dark green clothes began to tremble gently, much like trembling dewdrops on green leaves in the early morning.
"What do you mean?"
Feeling Lynn's unscrupulous gaze, Talia's heart tightened.
A strong psychological pressure suddenly surged in her heart, causing her beautiful body to tremble slightly.
"What do I mean?"
Lynn leaned in closer, the corners of his mouth curving slightly upward into a wicked smile.
"Take a guess?"
Cheshire, standing beside her, swallowed hard, and despite the immense psychological pressure, a look of determination still appeared on her face.
"If you think taking our bodies will force us to join the Bat Gang, then you are sorely mistaken. We are professionally trained assassins!"
"Who said I want your bodies? This isn't some Japanese female investigator plot," Lynn curled his lips.
He looked at Talia and said indifferently, "Talia, as far as I know, you also have a son named Damian Wayne. He's now... seven? Or maybe eight years old, right?"
Hearing Damian's name, Talia's face instantly froze, and her psychological pressure spiked.
"How do you know about Damian?!"
She had hidden Damian extremely well, and even most of the League of Assassins didn't know of his existence. How did the person in front of her find out?
"From Baidu Baike, of course," Lynn shrugged, leaned in closer, and lowered his voice. "Talia, you wouldn't want Damian to fall into the clutches of our Bat Gang at such a young age, would you?"
Talia: "..."
Her only weakness was Damian. If Damian were controlled by this Bat Gang... then everything would be ruined!
But if she betrayed the League of Assassins...
Talia's eyes were full of hesitation, while her psychological pressure continued to mount. Large beads of sweat broke out on her forehead, and her body began to sway involuntarily.
Clearly, the Yan Shuangying black leather coat Lynn wore was working.
"I agree to join the Bat Gang."
After thinking for a moment, Talia finally compromised.
"What about her?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, looking at Cheshire next to Talia.
"Cheshire, agree to it. That is my order," Talia said coldly.
Cheshire: "..."
Sure enough, female bosses who have children are the most prone to messing things up.
"I also agree to join the Bat Gang."
[Currently Recruited NPCs: Harley Quinn, Poison Ivy Pamela, Catwoman Selina, Kara Danvers, Talia, Cheshire]
[Recruitment Quest "Please recruit two assassins for the Bat Gang" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: EXP +20, womens friend]
[womens friend: When dealing with females, Strength +10, Agility +5]
Lynn frowned: "Why did I get rewarded with the [womens friend] title? Do I look like a guy who likes to beat up women?"
...
Inside the Batcave.
"Regarding that missing nuclear bomb, I already have a new response plan.
As for the alien lord Darkseid that Lynn mentioned, I think we need concrete intelligence before we can make proper preparations."
Batman Bruce Wayne stood in front of the batcomputerwith a serious expression on his face.
He was currently participating in a remote meeting of the Justice League.
"There is one more thing. Last night, that Lynn wanted me to join the Bat Gang."
On the screen, the gorgeous Diana frowned and asked in confusion.
"Bruce, does this Bat Gang have anything to do with you? Why did he say he has photos of you selling your ass?"
Hearing this, Flash Barry's eyes widened, looking at Batman with disbelief written all over his face, as if he had just heard some World-class breaking news.
"Bruce actually does that sort of thing?"
Hearing this, Superman Clark beside him was stunned at first, then quickly showed a curious expression and asked:
"Bruce, you actually did something like that?"
Although he had heard some things happening in Gothamthrough his super hearing, he had never found an opportunity to ask Batman.
Diana's question now was exactly what he wanted.
Batman: "..."
He took a deep breath and said expressionlessly:
"I have nothing to do with the Bat Gang, and those photos are all fake. Let's end this meeting here."
Closing the online meeting, Batman pulled out a multi-functional communicator and dialed the number he had recently tracked down.
Soon, the call went through.
"Hello? Hajibat?"
A cheeky voice came from the other end.
The veins on Batman's forehead throbbed slightly. He thought of the missing Dick and immediately said through gritted teeth:
"Lynn, what did you do to Dick? Where is he now?"
Lynn was stunned to hear this. Dick was missing?
[Side Quest: Investigate Dick Grayson's Anomaly]
[Quest Description: For some reason, Dick Grayson chose to leave Batman. Please go to Drake's Flower Shop on Bowery Street and investigate the anomaly that recently happened to Dick.]
[Quest Rewards: EXP +20, 1,000,000 USD, Random Skill *1]
Chapter 82: How unprincipled, you actually sneak-attacked an old man like me in his twenties!
Batcave.
"What on earth did you do to Dick?"
Batman asked in a low voice, interrogating the man opposite him.
"You shouldn't be asking me this question." Lynn raised an eyebrow, "And Hajibat, you should call me Dad right now."
Batman: "..."
"Did you really resurrect my mother?" He couldn't help asking aloud.
If Lynn really fucked his mother, what should he do then?
But on second thought, a hint of joy welled up in Batman's heart; if Martha was truly resurrected, it would definitely be considered a joyful event for him.
"Of course not." Lynn shook his head.
"What? Do you miss your mother? What I said has nothing to do with your mother."
"What on earth do you mean?" Batman said in a deep voice, "Is playing a clumsy one-man comedy by yourself that fun?"
"When your son Damian Wayne calls me grandpa later, it should be pretty fun." Lynn said indifferently.
Batman: ???
When the hell did I have a son?
Without waiting for Batman to interrogate further, Lynndirectly hung up the phone.
...
East District, Bowery Street.
"These chicks are so dedicated, wearing so little and revealing so much on such a cold day standing by the street... Hiss, those grapes are so big."
Driving an abandoned car on the street, Lynn drove forward along the street, his eyes constantly looking at the chicks on the street.
"No wonder so many Gotham men like to drill into this place, it turns out this place is full of dazzling white things."
Following the guidance of the system quest, Lynn quickly drove in front of a flower shop.
"Drake Flower Shop... Why does it feel somewhat related to the third generation Robin Tim Drake?"
The flower shop door hinge made a soft sound, and the freezing wind from the street followed Lynn as he squeezed inside.
As soon as he entered the flower shop, his entire body was wrapped in the warm floral fragrance filling the room.
Unlike the hustle and bustle of Bowery Street, this place seemed like another isolated World.
A few glass-covered chandeliers hanging from the ceiling beams swayed gently, and the orange-yellow light spilled through the frosted glass, casting a hazy halo over the vibrant petals.
"Hello, are you looking to buy any flowers?"
Hearing the movement, a woman walked straight over. Her dazzling blond hair hung down her shoulders like a waterfall, shimmering with a soft luster under the warm light.
"Oh, I am an Agent of the IRS, and I am here to find someone to investigate some matters."
Saying that, Lynn pulled out his own identification.
The woman was wearing an off-white knitted cardigan, her cuffs casually rolled up to her forearms, revealing a section of fair and slender wrists as she took his identification.
She lowered her eyes to look at the information and photo on the ID, then raised her head to look at Lynn in front of her, a hint of doubt appearing on her face.
"Sir, you seem... not to be Bruce Wayne, right?"
Lynn: =͟͟͞͞(꒪⌓꒪*)
"Sorry, I took the wrong one."
He quickly pulled the ID out of the woman's hand, took another ID from his pocket, and handed it over.
"This is my Agent ID."
Dinah's mouth twitched slightly as she looked at the ID in her hand, her gaze scanning over it.
Of course, while she was looking at Lynn's ID, Lynn was also looking at her panel.
[NPC: Dinah Drake (Black Canary)]
[Status: Physical and Mental Health]
[Skills: Sonic Superpower, Combat Arts, Assassination Arts, Marksmanship...]
[Items: Canary Costume, Nunchucks, Fishnet Stockings, Kryptonite...]
Hm?
Black Canary? Kryptonite?
Lynn frowned.
Taking back his ID from Dinah's hand, he tentatively asked:
"Black Canary Dinah Drake?"
Hearing this, Dinah's expression stalled for a moment, and then a vigilant look appeared on her face, her sharp eyes staring closely at Lynn in front of her.
"How do you know my identity?" She clenched her fists into a fighting stance.
As long as there was anything wrong with Lynn, she would immediately use her fists... Oh no, use her sonic superpower to take down the opponent.
Lynn glanced at the intelligence information of Black Canary displayed on the system panel, then shrugged and said:
"Not only do I know your identity, but I also know how many people are in your family, what you have experienced in the past, and what items are on your body."
Black Canary: ???
"Have you investigated me?"
Her eyes condensed, and she stepped back, looking at the man in front of her wearing black leather like facing a formidable enemy.
"Of course not." Lynn shook his head, "These were all checked on Baidu Baike, and I came here just to investigate a matter."
He leaned closer and asked in a low voice: "What on earth happened to Dick Grayson?"
"What are you talking about?"
Hearing this, Black Canary's eyes suddenly shrank for a moment, and then she pretended to have a blank expression, as if she had no idea what Lynn was talking about.
"Mr. Agent, I don't understand what you mean at all."
"Oh?"
Lynn raised his eyebrows slightly, and just as he was about to say something, his lower body suddenly felt cold, and a roaring wind came from before him.
Under the blessing of the title [womens friend], he reacted quickly and turned to dodge to the side.
"Why do you women all like to attack this place? And you don't even have martial ethics, suddenly attacking an old man in his twenties like me, do you think this is appropriate?"
Lynn had a painful expression as he looked at Black Canary in front of her, who looked like a fluffed-up Hajiki.
His stats are not high enough yet to achieve an iron-hard level. When he raises his stats or gets rewards like iron eggs, he guarantees he will be so hard that these women will hurt their legs kicking him.
"I don't have martial ethics?"
Black Canary sneered.
"If I didn't have martial ethics, you wouldn't be standing here right now, but lying down instead. Mister, I advise you not to investigate Dick's affairs. The Water here is very deep, and it's not something you can handle."
Indeed, if she used her sonic superpower in the first instance, Lynn's health would probably drop by more than half.
"I can't handle it? Is that so?" Lynn raised an eyebrow, and then directly took out the Rocket and gatling gun from the system backpack.
The gun barrel and cannon barrel aimed at Black Canary's fair face, seemingly filled with a destructive aura.
"Now do you think I can handle it?"
Black Canary: "..."
Where on earth did this guy pull these two heavy firepower weapons out of thin air?
She fell into silence, and after a moment suddenly said: "Court of Owls."
"What?"
"Dick Grayson's matter is related to the Court of Owls. The Court of Owls is a secret organization in Gotham City, and inside there is a kind of terrifying monster. They are agile, infinitely strong, and can even recover at super high speed..."
After listening to what she said, Lynn then realized: could it be that Dick was controlled by the Court of Owls?
Lynn was not unfamiliar with the Court of Owls.
In DC Comics, this organization is controlled by Gotham's upper-class dignitaries, and its purpose is to maintain the rule and noble status of the upper class.
Not only that, this organization also seemed to be related to a certain Loki.
At this moment, the azure system prompt popped up in front of Lynn.
[Side quest "Investigate Dick Grayson's Abnormality" completed]
[Gain rewards: EXP + 20, 1,000,000 U.S. dollars, One Hundred Percent Bare-Handed Blade Catch]
[One Hundred Percent Bare-Handed Blade Catch: After swinging the sword, the enemy in front will kneel down and catch the blade with both hands raised above their head (the greater the strength gap between the enemy and the player, the shorter the duration effect).]
"Eh?"
Chapter 83: Infiltration, But a Ritual Players Cannot Avoid
Bowery Street, Drake Florist.
"Does this 100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands seem related to my strength?" Lynn wondered internally.
"I'll find a chance to test it later. For now, let's interrogate this Black Canary."
Thinking this, he put away his thoughts, furrowed his brow slightly, and stared at Dinah with clear eyes and a skeptical expression.
"Is that really all you know about the Court of Owls and those people?"
Dinah nodded, "That's all I know."
"I don't believe you." Saying this, Lynn pulled out the Medal of Honesty and placed it on Black Canary's chest.
"Was everything you just said the truth?" he asked.
"False," Black Canary spoke involuntarily.
After realizing it, she looked at the man in front of her, expressionless, and said nothing.
"Only one thing was false."
"Really?" Lynn continued to ask.
"False, I lied to you about two things."
Black Canary: "..."
Ten minutes later, Lynn finally managed to squeeze everything Black Canary knew out of her.
"One last question." Lynn retrieved his Medal of Honesty from her chest, "Are you willing to join our Bat Gang?"
Dinah bared her pearly white teeth, a standard smile instantly appearing on her face.
"Not willing."
Bang!
The florist shop door was slammed shut.
Lynn walked out slowly with his hands shoved into his pockets, following the cobblestone path.
"Fine if you're not willing. Anyway, there's plenty of time; when the favorability quest for you comes up, you'll have to be willing whether you like it or not."
He raised his head and looked at the quest log in front of him.
[Side Quest: Infiltrate the Court of Owls]
[Quest Description: You have investigated the hidden villain faction on the Gotham map. Please infiltrate it.]
[Quest Rewards: EXP + 20, Gotham Reputation + 20, Random Item * 1]
...
Night fell at the Gotham Knights Stadium.
The streets on both sides were covered in white snow, and neon signs flickered continuously. In front of some shops stood green Christmas trees hung with flashing LED lights.
A luxury car drove slowly down the street, facing the night, and stopped in front of the Gotham Knights Stadium.
A man and a woman in formal attire got out of the car, walking towards the stadium while chatting and laughing.
Behind the man and woman, a figure in black leather followed stealthily.
Guided by the system quests, Lynn quickly found the members of the Court of Owls.
At this moment, in his eyes, the panels of the two NPCs ahead both bore a glaring title: [Court of OwlsMember].
Accompanied by the fluttering snowflakes, Lynn quickened his pace, closely following behind that man and woman.
After the three of them entered the Knights Stadium, they turned left and walked into a corridor.
A few minutes later, the man ahead came to a door.
He looked around, and seeing that there was no one nearby, he took out a key from his pocket and unlocked that door.
When the two left and the door was closed, Lynn stepped forward directly, took out a skeleton key, unlocked the door, and hurriedly rushed inside.
Behind the door was a dark, deep corridor, completely empty and dead silent.
Lynn walked forward along the corridor for about ten minutes before arriving at a spacious conference hall.
At this moment, many figures were already bustling about in the conference hall, everyone dressed in formal wear and wearing white masks decorated with bird shapes.
They held wine glasses in their hands and behaved gracefully, resembling Gotham's upper crust.
Taking advantage of the moment when one of them walked out, Lynn immediately elbowed the guy unconscious, then put on that fellow's mask and walked in.
He found a relatively rear corner to stand still in, his gaze sweeping across the entire conference hall nonchalantly.
The decoration here was luxuriously blinding to the eyes, with thick crimson carpets covering the floor and a huge crystal chandelier hanging from the dome.
The chandelier refracted a cold light, making the white masks on everyone's faces shimmer with a porcelain-like luster.
Even though the entire venue looked magnificent and resplendent, it exuded a suffocatingly oppressive aura.
The people around gathered in twos and threes, keeping their conversations extremely low, like a pack of dormant Beasts whispering.
Occasionally, waiters dressed in crisp tailcoats shuttled back and forth with trays, and the champagne glasses on the trays clinked with crisp sounds.
Lynn cocked his ear slightly, barely catching a few scattered conversations.
Most of them were about Gotham's recent economic trends, or how many women and lolis a certain council member had played with, making red shoes out of human skin—it sounded no different from ordinary upper-class social banquets.
On the high platform in the center of the crowd, a long sandalwood conference table was placed.
Several people with more elaborate mask styles were already sitting by the table, clearly characters of higher status within the court.
Not long after, the man wearing the Grandmaster's mask on the high platform gently tapped his fingers on the tabletop.
The crisp tapping sound was like some kind of signal, and the previously whispering crowd instantly quieted down, returning to their respective seats one after another.
Lynn also found an empty seat and sat down, crossing his legs and gazing at this cult-like organization.
Filtered through the mask, the Grandmaster's voice became muffled and full of majesty, echoing in the empty conference hall.
"Ladies and gentlemen, gathering you all here tonight, besides the matter of Batman, there is another matter."
He paused, his tone suddenly sinking.
"Christmas has arrived, and the outside temperature has dropped below zero.
Those vagrants lingering in the streets and alleys have already turned into corpses. Their bodies are scattered everywhere, turning into the city's filthy excrement. Do you know how to deal with this excrement?"
The Court of Owls fancied itself the Master of the city of Gotham, and the council members among them were all members of upper-class society. They naturally cared extremely about such issues.
After all, how could the lives of vagrants compare with the city's image?
Hearing this, a council member off the stage nodded in agreement and said:
"What the Grandmaster says is extremely true. Not only do these vagrants affect the city's appearance, but they also breed a massive amount of crime.
They gather under bridge arches and in abandoned factories; drug use and robbery are common, severely disrupting Gotham's order."
"More importantly..."
Another council member wearing a bird-shaped decorative mask added.
"They occupy social resources that should rightfully belong to useful people.
Gotham's fresh air and the warmth escaping from the fireplaces in houses are mostly wasted by these useless people."
These words sounded high-sounding, but in essence, they were merely the elite class's indifference towards the lower strata.
Most council members nodded slightly in agreement with this view, while only a few remained silent, their expressions beneath the masks impossible to guess.
Lynn sat among them, crossing his legs in a relaxed and comfortable manner, quietly observing all this.
[Side Quest "Infiltrate the Court of Owls" Completed]
[Rewards Obtained: EXP + 20, Gotham Reputation + 20, Gender Swap Card]
[Gender Swap Card: One-time item, can change an enemy's gender after use]
Lynn's gaze fixed on the description of the Gender Swap Card, and his eyebrows raised slightly.
With this thing around, could he turn Batman into a woman?
"Then, how do you all think this problem should be solved?"
The Grandmaster spoke again, his gaze sweeping across the audience.
The council member who had just agreed immediately stood up.
"My suggestion is... complete eradication."
"Eradication?"
The Grandmaster repeated the word, with no joy or anger discernible in his tone.
"Yes, eradication."
The council member's tone was firm.
"We can mobilize the court's armed forces to clear out the vagrant gathering points all over Gotham.
Those who are qualified and still have value can be sent to the laboratories controlled by us.
Of course, it is up to us to decide whether they are qualified.
As for those worthless guys..."
He paused and made a throat-slitting gesture.
"Dispose of them directly, treat them as useless corpse parts, and use degreaser to turn them into useful things."
Pfft!!
Before he finished speaking, the sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh suddenly came over.
Immediately following, the council member widened his eyes, and his body fell rigidly to the ground.
Fresh blood spread rapidly across the floor, and a rust-like smell of blood gradually emerged in the air.
Lynn sat in his chair, his clear eyes staring steadily at this scene.
He saw that the person who had just killed that council member was clad in metal armor all over, and also wore a metal helmet resembling an owl on his head.
[Side Quest: Resolve Dick's Abnormality]
[Quest Description: Dick has turned into a Talon of the Court of Owls, preparing to slaughter the members of the Court of Owls. Please resolve the abnormality on Dick.]
[Quest Rewards: EXP + 20, Catwoman Favorability + 20, dionesium * 1]
Lynn:???
What does this quest have to do with Catwoman, and why does it reward Catwoman's favorability?
Chapter 84: What on Earth Is This Memory Recovery Jutsu?
Gotham Knights Stadium, the underground secret Base of the Court of Owls.
Squelch!!
The sound of a sharp blade piercing flesh was clearly audible.
The sharp blade suddenly tore through the air, fiercely stabbing right through a Court of Owls member wearing a suit and a white mask.
The man wearing the owl combat armor exerted force with his hand, abruptly pulling out the sharp blade, and slashed once more toward the face of another council member fleeing in panic.
"Run! This Talon Assassin has gone mad! Quickly have the other Talon Assassins come stop him!!"
Seeing this scene, the chief judge on the stage experienced a sudden constriction of their pupils, a trace of horror appearing on their face.
The Talon Assassin was a monster nurtured by the Court of Owls, taking direct orders from the council members of the Court of Owls, but the Talon Assassin before them seemed to have undergone some sort of bizarre situation.
The man dressed like an owl turned his head to look at the chief judge, the sharp blade in his hand flashing with a cold glint, his sharp eyes filled with killing intent.
"No... No no no!!"
The chief judge locked eyes with his icy gaze, legs trembling as a chill suddenly surged from the spine straight to the crown of the head.
"You cannot kill me! I am the chief judge of the GothamCourt of Owls, you do not have the right... to kill me..."
Before he could finish speaking, the pale mask on his face was sliced in half by the sharp blade, revealing a terrified, shattered face.
After the chief judge's corpse fell, that owl-like man did not stop, instead continuing the slaughter.
Terrified screams and painful wails resounded throughout the entire secret Base.
Corpses were everywhere, and fresh blood splattered across the floor, exuding a rich bloody stench resembling rust.
This smell of blood was like a winding little snake, spreading in all directions and gradually creeping into Lynn's nostrils.
"I did not expect your Court of Owls to be so trashy; you cannot even exercise absolute control over the things you create yourselves."
Lynn sat in his seat, looked at the scene before him, shook his head, and said to the shivering lady beside him.
His face was full of scrutinizing meaning, completely out of tune with the terror displayed by the people around.
"What do you mean by your Court of Owls?"
The shivering female council member noticed a blind spot, staring with wide eyes at the man in pitch-black leather clothing beside her.
In her heart, the Court of Owls had always been an organization secretly controlling Gotham.
Before such a powerful organization, even Batman was nothing more than a bat that only knew how to scurry around with its head in its hands.
Let alone anyone being able to infiltrate the secret Base of the Court of Owls.
But the man before her...
Could outsiders really have infiltrated their Court of Owls?
The female council member's heart was filled with astonishment.
Feeling the astonished gaze of the female council member, Lynn nodded:
"That is correct, just as you thought, I am..."
Lynn was just preparing to introduce himself.
"Damn Batman! How dare you infiltrate our Court of Owlsand control the Talon Assassin! I will kill you right now!!"
The female council member let out a sharp howl, grasping a sharp dagger and fiercely stabbing toward Lynn's chest.
This was her specially made alloy weapon, capable of easily piercing through steel.
Even if the person before her was Batman, the female council member was confident she could stab him to Death.
There was no help for it, the innate lover ability of besties was just this confident.
However—
"100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands!"
Drawing the salted fish thrusting sword from the system inventory, Lynn raised the large salted fish with his right hand and fiercely chopped downward toward the front.
The alloy dagger instantly dropped to the ground, making a crisp sound.
Immediately following that, the charging female council member instantly slid and knelt on the ground, rushing in front of Lynn while clasping her hands together and raising them above her head, catching his salted fish.
Female council member: "..."
Why did she kneel down?
What the hell kind of situation was this?
Looking at the kneeling female council member before him, Lynn nodded in satisfaction.
"It looks like my luck is pretty good, but your luck is not so great, running into someone cheating like me."
As he spoke, under the terrified gaze of the female council member, Lynn casually sent her off to the afterlife with a shot.
Bang!
The corpse collapsed onto the ground, and fresh blood gradually spread across the floor in all directions.
"As expected, ghosts do not appear when I kill people myself."
Staring intently at the female council member's corpse for a moment, Lynn arrived at this conclusion.
He turned his head again to look over at Dick's side, only to see the other party executing a swift slash; as a corpse fell, a ghost was born immediately afterward.
"Forget it, let Dick do the killing; I will just act as a goalkeeper."
Thinking thus, Lynn took out a red-and-white striped small ball from the system inventory.
"Come forth, I choose you, Rolisa!"
Along with a flash of white light, a succubus girl wearing a white dress with a stunning temperament instantly appeared before Lynn.
"Eh? There are ghosts."
Catching sight of the group of ghosts ahead, Rolisa's eyes lit up, opening her mouth to suck those ghosts into her mouth.
As a hell succubus, this lowest-tier kind of ghost was naturally within her diet.
Pfft!
Three fingers were directly stuffed into Rolisa's mouth, the salty taste instantly spreading along her taste buds, causing the little succubus's face to flush red instantly.
"Master... did Rolisa do something wrong?"
Rolisa looked at Lynn before her with some puzzlement, her watery large eyes filled with dancing crystalline liquid, presenting a pitiful appearance.
"Leave these for now; Dick is responsible for taking them down, I am responsible for blocking the door, and you are responsible for helping me collect ghosts. I will share some with you when the time comes."
Having spoken, Lynn immediately rushed to the front door, fiercely kicking the lower body of the person right at the front.
Crack!!
A crisp sound came over, and intense pain enveloped him like a tidal wave, causing the man's face, masked, to instantly turn as red as a pig's liver.
"Fa... Fak..."
He tremblingly arched his body, legs pressed closely together, both hands helplessly covering his lower body.
"Who are you? Why are you blocking our way?!"
People rushed over one after another, and seeing Lynnblocking the doorway, questioned him.
"Who I am is not important," Lynn said indifferently, holding the large salted fish in his hand. "What is important is that not a single one of you is leaving today."
"Not a single one is leaving?"
The leading man wearing a silver suit sneered.
"Do you know what you are saying? Everyone present here is a person of status in Gotham, every single one of them is a big figure in the political and business circles, the true Masters of Gotham. You blocking here—"
"Man!"
A man's roar instantly interrupted his words.
A pitch-black elbow carrying terrifying power smashed fiercely into his face.
Bang!!
The man who had just been speaking instantly became like a kite with a broken string, directly elbowed flying by Laoda, heavily crashing onto the ground, life or Deathunknown.
The surrounding council members looked at the fallen man, and then looked at Laoda floating beside Lynn.
"Holy Crab! A ghost!"
"It is the neige! Beside him is a damn neige's ghost!!"
"Fak! Where are the Talon Assassins? Hurry up and have the Talon Assassins finish him off!!"
"..."
It had to be said, Laoda's Black identity gave these white elites a huge fright.
Especially since Laoda appeared beside Lynn in the form of a Martial Soul, which made it even more fucking terrifying.
Just imagine, a neige ghost appears beside your opponent, and you are a white person, would you be scared?
However, even with Laoda's deterrence, there were still those who could not resist the fear of Death, frantically wanting to rush out.
"You still dare to rush over?" Lynn raised an eyebrow. "It looks like you guys do not take me seriously."
"Hmph! There is only one of you, how could you possibly block all of us?" Someone said disdainfully.
"That is, even with the help of that neige ghost, you cannot block all of us."
A blonde female council member said, pulling out a cold pistol with her right hand and aiming it at Lynn ahead.
"Besides... we have guns!"
Hearing the blonde woman's words, the other council members also snapped out of the psychological pressure brought by Yan Shuangying's black leather jacket, hurriedly pulling out their own pistols.
Countless pitch-black gun muzzles aimed at Lynn, and the thick smell of gunpowder permeated the air.
"That is right, we have guns, and there is only one of him, how could he possibly block us?"
"Is that so?"
Lynn tightened his grip on the salted fish thrusting swordwith his right hand, a bizarre expression appearing on his face.
"Are you sure you want to rely on this Black person's ghost and the salted fish in your hand to block us?"
The blonde woman gave Lynn a provocative look.
"I advise you to obediently step aside, otherwise... firearms are blind."
"What gibberish are you muttering? Take this 100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands from me!"
Thud!!
The sound of kneeling rose one after another, dust splashing everywhere on the floor.
The blonde woman and those council members who fancied themselves high society knelt on the ground one after another, clasping their hands together and raising them above their heads.
Blonde woman:???
What the fuck kind of situation was this?
Why did she involuntarily kneel down?
"Fak! Who on earth are you?!"
Her face was completely dumbfounded, raising her gaze to look at Lynn before her, questioning him.
"Ah! Don't kill me!!"
"No no no... I beg you to let me go!!!"
Piercing screams suddenly came from behind, and the blonde woman's expression instantly turned gloomy.
That Talon Assassin had come to kill them!
Holding the salted fish thrusting sword suspended in mid-air, Lynn yawned, then gazed at Dick, who was continuously slaughtering ahead, as well as Rolisa behind him.
It had to be said that this little succubus Rolisa was really quite useful; not only could she be used to warm the bed and weaken the prison zombie Solomon Grundy, but she could also help him collect ghosts.
Just as Dick stabbed the very last blonde woman to Death.
Clack!!
A pitch-black large hand directly grabbed his arm.
"Dick!" A deep and hoarse voice came over.
The ruthless Talon Assassin raised his head, looking at the man who had grabbed him.
They saw that the man wore a bat cowl with two pointy ears on his head, and wore pitch-black bat combat armor on his body.
"Dick! It's me, Batman!"
Bang!
Dick punched Batman fiercely in the face, and taking advantage of the other's stagger, rushed forward once again.
Although Batman was caught off guard and took a punch, he still managed to react, using his hands to block Dick's fatal move.
However, because the person before him was Dick, his heart was full of misgivings, and his attacks were restricted everywhere, allowing him only to barely parry.
On the other hand, Dick was unscrupulous, his attacks vicious, with fatal moves continuously targeting Batman's vital points.
Not only that, Dick even used the groin kick that Batmanhad taught him, almost causing Batman to be separated from his little brother.
"Dick! What is wrong with you? It's me, Batman, Bruce Wayne!"
Seeming to realize that Dick's state was not right, Batman, while parrying, also continuously called out Dick's name.
"Bruce?"
Dick hesitated for a fraction of a second, his movements also stagnating, brows tightly locked as if pondering something.
"How is it?" Batman's heart jumped with joy, thinking Dickhad recovered his memory.
"Did you remember something?"
"Of course..."
Dick nodded, followed immediately by a groin kick, kicking Batman in the body when he least expected it.
"Not!"
Bang!
Batman widened his eyes, staring at Dick with a face full of disbelief, his face seeming to wear a mask of pain, his body curling up and arching like a boiled shrimp.
Seeing Batman clutching his lower body from the side, a smile could not help but form on Lynn's face.
"Let me do it."
Carrying the salted fish thrusting sword in his hand, he walked slowly toward Dick.
"Oi! Kid, do you still remember who you are?"
Dick did not answer, acting like a cold and ruthless killing machine, charging toward Lynn with a sharp blade in hand.
Bullet Time!
Almost instantly, Lynn activated this skill.
Following closely, he bent his elbow, the Laoda Martial Soul beside him stirring with anticipation.
Laodas Power!
"Man!!"
The heavy elbow strike suddenly tore through the air, smashing unhesitatingly into Dick's face.
Seeing this, Dick's heart tightened abruptly, immediately leaning to the side, wanting to dodge this elbow strike.
But under the skill effect of Bullet Time, Lynn's speed was much faster than he had imagined, and the elbow strike also heavily smashed into his chest.
Bang!
The huge force caused a muffled grunt to escape Dick's mouth, and his entire body was directly elbowed flying, heavily landing on the ground.
His chest was smashed into a depression by the terrifying giant force, but with the help of amber gold, the injuries on Dick's chest began to slowly recover.
"Tsk, this Court of Owls truly commits countless evils, actually wasting such a good thing as amber gold on Dick."
Gazing at the changes on Dick's body, a look of regret was on Lynn's face, constantly shaking his head as if a good thing had been spoiled.
After all, amber gold could bring people back from the dead and recover injuries; if he found some good buyers, it could definitely sell for a high price.
Dick stood up with a carp kip-up, the pain of that elbow strike still echoing in his chest.
He raised his head to look at Lynn, and within his icy, killing-intent-filled gaze, a trace of anger surfaced.
"Batman... and you, are both enemies of the owls!"
Sizzle!!
Sharp blades popped out from the armor on Dick's arms, and his entire body rushed fiercely forward once more, resembling an enraged owl, the sharp blade in his hand fiercely stabbing toward Lynn.
"Go to hell!!"
Under the blessing of Bullet Time, in Lynn's eyes, Dick's speed seemed to have slowed down.
Lynn turned sideways and raised his elbow, blocking Dick's right arm; a basketball appeared out of thin air in his right hand, and he smoothly delivered a heavy Iron Mountain Lean directly into Dick's chest.
Bang!
The solid Iron Mountain Lean and Jige's Martial Soul True Body smashed into Dick's chest, making him feel as though all his internal organs had been smashed to pieces.
No, it wasn't just a feeling, his internal organs were already shattered!
Crimson fresh blood overflowed from the corners of Dick's mouth, and he hurriedly wanted to retreat, but Lynn and Laoda's elbow strikes had already smashed down fiercely like a violent storm.
"Man! Man! Man!"
"100% Catching Blades with Bare Hands!"
Under Lynn's combo and control moves, the severely injured Dick ultimately knelt on the ground, clasping his hands together and raising them above his head.
As Batman's first-generation Robin, and having been transformed into a Talon Assassin by the Court of Owlsusing amber gold, his combat skills were much stronger than most people.
Even if an assassin Master like Batman encountered him, they would have to engage in a bitter battle for a period of time.
It was just a pity that Dick ran into such an unreasonable cheater like Lynn.
"How is it? Dick, did you remember anything?" Lynn asked.
Dick did not make a sound, his face simply filled with killing intent, a pair of eyes staring fixedly at Lynn, wishing he could skin him alive.
Bang!
Lynn smashed another fierce elbow into his face.
"How about now? How does it feel, did you remember the time in the past when you were forced to wear green briefs by the perverted Batman?"
Batman on the side: "..."
Dick gritted his teeth, glaring fiercely at Lynn, his face still unconvinced.
"Still haven't remembered?" Lynn was surprised, and then his elbow smashed down once more like a violent storm.
Bang! Bang! Bang!
"Hurry up and remember."
"Crap! I am going to kill you ho ho ho..."
Ten minutes later.
"I remember, I really remember, my name is Dick Grayson, living at... Wuwu wuwu!"
After god knows how many elbow strikes, the bruised and battered Dick finally cried out his own name and past information.
Under Lynn's heavy blows, he recalled the scenes of working night shifts together with Batman in Gotham, and the erased memories gradually returned to his mind.
Batman on the side: "..."
Can this even work?
Chapter 85: Catwoman, what position do you like?
Under Lynn's elbow strike, Dick finally recovered his memory.
This could be considered a joyful occasion, but the pity was that his head had been smashed into a pig's head.
Perhaps this was the price of becoming stronger.
He had become swollen, and he had become stronger.
[Side quest "Resolve Dick's Anomaly" completed]
[Rewards obtained: Experience Points +20, Catwoman Favorability +20, dionesium * 1]
[dionesium: A certain liquid metal that can repair injuries, but the side effect is that it will make one go crazy]
[Catwoman Favorability has reached 100, do you want to unlock the special CG?]
Seeing the azure prompt before him, Lynn's expression froze slightly.
Catwoman's favorability reached 100 just like that?
And there was also this dionesium.
As far as Lynn knew, this thing was a green liquid metal that would only perform repairs when the host suffered damage, remaining dormant and unobservable by any means at other times.
"It seems that the Talon Assassins of the Court of Owlsare monsters created by mixing dionesium with electrum."
Lynn stroked his chin with his right hand, his clear eyes looking at Dick, who was being carried on Batman's shoulder, looking thoughtful.
"The only use of dionesium is to repair a person's injuries, but the side effect will make a person go crazy...
Hiss, it's better not to use it on me; I certainly don't want to turn into a lunatic."
Hearing Lynn's raving nonsense from beside him, Batmancouldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly.
Weren't you already a lunatic long ago?
He thought of the plan he had formulated targeting Lynn, but after thinking about it, he decided to drop it.
Anyway, this fellow was an Agent of the IRS and A.R.G.U.S.. When he eventually gained control of these two organizations, it would be equivalent to controlling Lynn.
By then, preventing Lynn from going crazy in Gothamwould also become much easier.
...
Gotham Diamond District, inside a certain building.
"Batman and Dick killed all the others of the Court of Owls. What should we do next?"
The man wearing metal armor and an owl mask stood in front of the skylight, his cold gaze looking into the distance.
In the distance, the city was filled with towering buildings, and neon lights flickered. The light they emitted overshadowed the little starlight in the sky, illuminating the snowflakes floating in mid-air.
A man in a suit stood to the front left of this Talon Assassin, holding a wine glass in his hand and exuding a faint aristocratic temperament.
Hearing the report from the Talon Assassin beside him, a trace of surprise appeared on his face.
"Killed them all?"
"Correct."
"William, you know that to kill that group of people, just a single Talon Assassin is not enough."
"That's why Batman also helped Dick."
"Batman does not kill people." Lincoln March took a sip of red wine and said indifferently.
As the trump card of the Court of Owls and Batman's old rival, he was very clear about the other party's principles and methods.
Even if Bruce Wayne appeared in that place, it would be impossible for him to help Dick wipe everyone out.
"So a fake Batman went over."
By his side, William Cobb's face did not have the slightest bit of expression.
As a Talon Assassin who had once assassinated Bruce Wayne's great-grandfather, he was one of the few remaining experts in the Court of Owls.
Dick turning into a Talon Assassin was also inextricably linked to this great-grandfather of his.
"A fake Batman?" Lincoln March's brow furrowed instantly.
How come after not seeing each other for a while, another fake Batman popped up in Gotham?
Seeming to perceive his doubt, William Cobb added:
"It's that IRS Agent who killed Two-Face some time ago. He's an absolute lunatic and even established a so-called Bat Gang in Gotham."
"A lunatic?" Lincoln March raised an eyebrow and sneered, "What can a lunatic even do? It's nothing more than playing some child's play games with Batman, just like the Joker."
"In the information I collected, he seems to have some kind of formidable superpower. I think we must pay attention to him, lest he ruins our plan," William said.
As a professional assassin, he felt it necessary to tell this key information to the trump card before him.
"No need to mind him. A few days later, we will lead all the Talon Assassins to raid Wayne Manor, kill Batman, and take their Wayne Enterprises into our hands."
Lincoln March gazed at the thick night outside the window, his eyes full of wild ambition.
"By that time, this city will belong to us. As for that lunatic... he's just another Joker."
He paused, then shook his head disdainfully.
"If he dares to meddle in our affairs, you can directly lead the other Talon Assassins to wipe him out."
...
The next day, Slaughter Swamp.
"Rolisa, continue, quickly try if this dionesium can restore your magic power."
A man and a woman were standing in front of a withered towering giant tree, their complexions as excited as madmen who had just escaped from Arkham Asylum.
On the towering giant tree, two figures were bound by vines, their faces filled with confusion, evidently having their minds controlled by the little succubus's dark magic.
After devouring those ghosts yesterday, Lynn's appetite greatly increased, so he brought Rolisa overnight to Slaughter Swamp, preparing to grind his stats some more.
"I'll try... Master."
Under Lynn's signal, Rolisa took the green liquid metal.
As soon as the dionesium touched her body, it instantly vanished, and immediately following that, Rolisa felt as if her body was filled with strength.
The magic power that had just been drained away instantly surged out from her body again, and this feeling of being filled caused Rolisa's face to flush red.
"Ohohoho... I'm about to be filled with magic power..."
Lynn:???
Are succubuses all like this? Restoring some magic power is already this lewd?
After restoring her magic power, Rolisa continued to control the prison zombie and the Swamp Thing, beginning to scrape away their health.
As for Lynn, he sat to the side cracking melon seeds, waiting for the opportune moment to swallow these two unfortunate brothers with a Level 2 Feast.
[Feast (lv2) stacks: 278 (Strength +24, Speed +17, Wisdom +9, magic Immunity: Immune to most magic)]
"Finally, my world-shaking wisdom has improved once again."
After swallowing Solomon Grundy and the Swamp Thing, Lynn's face once again revealed an expression of blissful relief.
Sure enough, only the enhancement of stats could make him feel even more joy.
Just as he was preparing to continue using the prison zombie and the Swamp Thing, which were channeling their resurrection, to stack his stats once more.
A slender, beautiful figure like a cat suddenly knocked Lynndown to the ground.
"What kind of unruly commoner is this, actually daring to... Huh? Selina, why are you here?" Just as Lynn was preparing to raise his elbow, after seeing the appearance of the person before him, he instantly froze.
Under the grayish night, a few strands of long hair hung down, gently teasing at Lynn's neck, transmitting a faint and serene fragrance.
A pretty face was directly facing Lynn, her eyes full of undisguised affection.
"Selina, what's wrong with you?" Lynn asked with some confusion.
"What's wrong with me?"
Selina grabbed Lynn's hands with both of hers, lowered her head, leaned close to Lynn's ear, and gently exhaled warm breath.
"I don't know what's wrong with me either. During the days of joining the Bat Gang, I feel like my life has been even more exciting and unforgettable than the days I lived before, and furthermore..."
She leaned close to Lynn's ear, her nose slightly twitching as she gently sniffed, being able to smell a faint, refreshing mint scent on Lynn's body.
"Oho! YES!!"
This scent made Selina tremble all over, her eyes rolling back as her entire body weakly collapsed onto Lynn, her muscles convulsing as if she was about to ascend to heaven.
Yep, that's right, the faint fragrance emitted from Lynn's body was actually the scent of catnip.
"Lynn, did you cast some sort of curse on me? Why is it that whether I open or close my eyes, my mind is completely filled with you?"
Selina's right index finger drew circle after circle on Lynn's chest, greedily inhaling the scent on Lynn's body.
This feeling, this scent, simply fascinated her and made her find the value of her life.
"Your mind is completely filled with me?"
Lynn looked at Selina's maxed-out favorability, his expression slightly surprised.
He thought of Pamela's abnormal reaction back then; could it be that NPCs with maxed favorability of 100 would all turn out like this?
"I don't know why my mind is completely filled with you either."
Selina murmured, leaning against Lynn's chest.
"I once heard a theory that if a person's mind is completely filled with someone else, it's either lovesickness or they've made an enemy of that person."
Speaking, she moved close to Lynn's neck again, took a deep breath, and frantically inhaled every bit of scent on Lynn's body.
That intoxicating scent drilled into the tip of her nose, causing Selina's eyes to roll back instantly, her legs tightly crossed as her entire body convulsed as if she had been electrocuted.
Moments later, she opened her eyes, her gaze hazy and her cheeks flushed red.
"Do you say I am experiencing lovesickness? Or have I made an enemy of you?"
[Catwoman Favorability has reached 100, do you want to unlock the special CG?]
"Uh... Of course it's lovesickness," Lynn replied, then chose to unlock the special CG in his mind.
Almost in an instant, the scenery before his eyes rapidly changed, leaving only Rolisa standing foolishly in this deserted Slaughter Swamp.
Inside Catwoman Selina's special CG.
This place looked like a giant litter box. Selina was wearing her own tight bodysuit, her cat tail swaying gently behind her.
She took steps, swaying as she walked toward Lynn, her posture as elegant as a real cat.
"Selina, do you think the two of us are enemies or experiencing lovesickness?"
Lynn lowered his eyes, looked at Selina who had walked up before him, and asked aloud.
"Of course it's lovesickness."
Selina cupped his face, her eyelashes trembling as her beautiful eyes gazed fixedly at Lynn's lips.
Those lips seemed to carry all the goodness in the world, making Selina almost unable to look away.
She moved closer impulsively, like a moth flying into a flame, kissing those lips that fascinated her.
The light kiss, mixed with that intoxicating scent from just now—just upon initial contact, Catwoman Selina's eyes rolled back.
"OMG... YES!!"
Lynn hurriedly hugged Catwoman and walked toward the waterbed nearby.
"Selina."
"Mn-hm~ What's wrong? Why are you suddenly calling me like this?"
"What position do you like?"
"I like all of them. You fascinate me... the kind of fascination like a believer seeing the god of their faith..."
"Then you know that believers need to practice their religion, right?"
Not long after, rhythmic sounds began to come from within the space of the special CG.
"OMG! YES! YES! Baby come on! Give me!"