Second rooftop jump. She finally farmed the 400-meter height achievement points.
She opened the gacha app and started drawing.
"Congratulations! You obtained R Skill — Geralt's New Year Greeting!"
"R Skill — Geralt's New Year Greeting: Passive skill, no cooldown, no cost."
"Skill Effect 1 — Using a heavy object to strike an enemy's head causes 100% knockout effect."
"Skill Effect 2 — If the heavy object's weight exceeds the enemy's weight, 100% chance of instant kill effect."
"Skill Effect 3 — Accumulate achievement points based on the number of enemies knocked out (achievement points can be exchanged for gacha draws)."
This skill is fucking useless!
Leap of Faith couldn't be called completely useless, but drawing it for Spider-Woman was pointless. After farming those 400-meter points, unless she went skydiving, Gwen could only stay home every day and gamble on that 2% travel chance.
This new skill was genuinely trash. It truly deserved to be called dog-food tier. It was so useless Gwen didn't even know where to begin complaining.
Getting an R was understandable. Low SSR rate was understandable. No ten-draw guarantee…
But what the hell was this skill even for? 100% stun and kill sounded beautiful, but it didn't add any accuracy! Did she have to switch to archer class?
Calm down. Stay calm.
The writer wouldn't create something completely meaningless. This wasn't a web novel, and even web novels don't get read if they're just filler. What's the point of padding?
Gwen calmed down and thought carefully. After chewing through three burgers, she finally realized the highlight of this skill.
Yes, I was looking at it from the wrong angle. This skill isn't useless. It just depends on the situation.
For example…
Gwen casually stuffed a brick into the brown paper bag from the Golden Arches, wrapped it up, and dropped it straight off the rooftop.
Down in the alley, two groups of small-time thugs were doing a leaf deal. A dark, unidentified object fell from the sky and smashed into one thug's head, splitting it open and knocking him out instantly without a sound.
Wait, the skill description said "strike with a heavy object"!
Gwen looked around, ripped the iron door off the rooftop, and jumped down.
With a loud bang, all the shouting thugs were smashed to the ground.
Exactly—it was the heavy object, the strike, and the head that mattered!
As long as you hit the opponent's head with a heavy object whose weight didn't exceed the enemy's body weight, no matter how much force you used, you could knock them out.
Gwen clapped her hands and stood up, looking at the unconscious thugs with satisfaction at her test results.
Although it still felt pretty useless, at least she had mastered a non-gun method of subduing violence.
It was better than nothing. What could you expect from an R-rank skill?
This golden finger was really trash. It couldn't even compare to Gwen's own cheats. After all, she was known as the new-generation cheat princess of Marvel…
She hadn't come out tonight just to draw cards.
The police station had no intention of investigating the kidnapping of homeless children. Just as Little Meow said, no one cared about those kids on the street.
But Officer Gordon hadn't given up. He and his partner Harvey Bullock were secretly chasing the drug lead. According to internal police information, the drug they used was a fast-acting sedative called ATP, previously used to treat mental patients at Arkham Asylum. Arkham had been closed for years, so the drug was rare on the market. They had turned their attention to pharmaceutical companies and secondary distributors.
Officer Gordon obviously wouldn't tell these things to a white-masked wanted criminal, but Gwen had her own information channels. For someone who grew up as the police chief's daughter, the Gotham police station was a sieve with holes on all sides—there were no secrets.
However, she didn't go help the police with the case. Instead, she lurked in the homeless children's gathering area, hiding in the shadows and patiently waiting for prey to come to her.
Waiting for the rabbit under the tree—this was a spider's unique hunting experience.
Rumors of missing homeless children had already spread on the streets.
But without the advantage of modern internet and media, this kind of urban-legend gossip spread slowly. Even just a few blocks away, some people knew nothing about it.
There were a lot of homeless children in Gotham City.
Or rather, there were a lot of homeless people in Gotham City.
Or to go further, there were countless bottom-tier people struggling below the poverty line in Gotham City.
These people—or rather, these "filthy things"—were seen by upper-class elites as garbage and parasites.
They brought no benefit to the city. Instead, they wasted a lot of taxpayers' money and shat and pissed everywhere, ruining the city's appearance.
Upper-class people didn't care about the life or death of this garbage… Many even thought they deserved to die.
Fortunately, they still had basic morality and reason. They could hide their dirty thoughts deep in their hearts and still appear refined and gentle on the surface.
But now, with the decline of the Wayne family and the aging of the Falcone family, the pillars that maintained order in the city were slowly collapsing.
The thing hidden behind the walls would eventually break its seal.
An old van rattled down the street. It had already circled this block three times. Gwen stood on the rooftop, calmly following behind the van. She watched it stop at a spot where homeless minors gathered. A man and a woman in work uniforms carried large baskets full of food, used sweet talk to lure the children over, then pulled out long needles and knocked them out one by one, dragging them into the van.
They really were brazen.
Then again, if crime came with no consequences, who would still care about moral bottom lines?
Some people might even thank these cleaners for contributing to the city's appearance.
Gwen quietly jumped onto the roof of the van.
.........
The kids on the street were getting smarter and smarter. That couldn't be helped. Street life was highly competitive these days. Idiots didn't survive long.
While the police still hadn't reacted—of course the police wouldn't react. Who cared about this garbage? Wasn't the office air conditioning warm enough on a cold day?
They could do one more job, just farther away… No problem. This was renewable garbage anyway. There would always be more.
"Patty, did you hear something?"
"I didn't. Shut up!"
Patty checked the wrinkles on her face in the rear-view mirror and sighed. "Staying up late like this isn't sustainable. After we deliver this batch, I'm going to get a skincare treatment and buy a new bag…"
The driver Doug laughed dryly. "That money might not even be enough for your bag."
"Then we'll grab more!"