Days as a Spiritual Mentor in American Comics

Chapter 5918: Chapter 939: No Batman Here (26)

"Waylon is also at fault in this." Harley sighed and said. "Brainiac warned him not to go swimming in such weather, but he couldn’t resist his primal instincts. Oh right, he accidentally kicked over a power pole while trying to death roll attack the rooftop seagull, which led to him being electrocuted."

Pamela sighed deeply: "I really begged him."

However, Harley still pulled out a map and said, "I got this from Waylon’s house. He used to be a sewer explorer and has almost mapped out all of Gotham’s sewers."

They took it and then realized that the map was more complex than they imagined. It’s no longer just a sewer; it should be called an underground city.

"Something feels off." Damian looked at the map and said, "Wait a minute, where’s the Court of Owls’ base?"

The Gotham in the Prime Universe had once flown into the sky, lifting the skullcap of the Court of Owls’ base. The Robins were very familiar with the underground situation, so this map looked awkward to them. Those large chambers and more orderly passages were gone, as if it were really just a city sewer.

"We don’t have a Court of Owls in this universe." Tim said, "Of course, there might have been one before, but for some reason it’s no longer here."

"But even if the people disappeared, the chambers can’t just vanish, right?" Nightwing said, "And Gotham also has a Lower City underground city, which seems to be left by some ancient secret organization..."

"That’s unknown." Tim said, "Our kind of universe isn’t as dangerous as the Prime Universe, maybe the situation isn’t as complex."

Red Robin was taken aback. He recalled the gossip he’d heard involving The First Lantern and Lucifer, as though he’d heard something about The First Lantern blowing something up.

But now wasn’t the time to dwell on that. They compared with the map of Gotham’s terrain, sorting out the quickest and safest route. However, the agents also pointed out that those mobs might have created cold storage areas underground where the regional bosses, who are ice attribute, likely hide, and could be quite tough to deal with.

"But didn’t the mob-era cold storage use dense ice?" Tim posited, "At least it wasn’t the molecular stagnation level of dense ice we have now; it was still just regular hard ice, which we can get through with enough firepower."

"But my best firepower isn’t with me." The agent sighed, "The Bishop’s weapon blessed by Diana is actually the best fire property weapon, perfect for dealing with ice element dungeons. But going to get it now would waste time."

"Please don’t." Deathstroke said, "That thing is good against monsters, but it can hurt people too. If you start rampaging in the sewers, we won’t have anywhere to hide."

Red Hood couldn’t help but glance at Deathstroke. It seems Deathstroke has stories too. Then he glanced at the agent. Who hasn’t Shiller pricked in this world?

The agent didn’t argue, saying, "Let’s make more Molotov cocktails. But those regular ones won’t do; have you managed to make sticky gasoline?"

"The underground lab can create it, but we haven’t had the time." Tim said, "Give me a moment. We’ll make some sticky gasoline Molotov cocktails and a flamethrower."

After speaking, he signaled to Red Robin and went to the basement. The Molotov cocktails they made earlier were the most crudely made alcohol Molotovs because those were the only materials available at the time.

But after fighting monsters and completing quests, they’ve acquired a lot of basic materials, including those needed to make sticky gasoline. Sticky gelled gasoline is different from regular gasoline; it can adhere to surfaces and burn continuously, and once it sticks, it won’t come off, considered one of the cruelest modern chemical weapons, not allowed for use against humans.

But if it’s in a game against monsters, it doesn’t matter, especially since these monsters might be ice attribute; this gasoline, which sticks and keeps burning once sprayed, will be very useful.

The formula for this kind of gasoline isn’t too complicated, and if mixed correctly, doesn’t require advanced equipment to make. The two of them tinkered underground for a while and made quite a bit.

"The flamethrower might not be ready in time." Tim shook his head and said, "We’re lacking lightweight materials, like plastics and such. If you can find any, bring them back."

"No problem." Ted said, "I can use holographic projection simulation technology to create a flamethrower, but I’ll need to know its structure. Just give me the design schematic."

Tim gave him a diagram of the simplest version of a flamethrower’s structure. Because Ted’s ability isn’t without limits, the more complex the item he materializes, the more energy it consumes, and as long as the item exists, it will continuously consume energy.

Therefore, having Ted create something like a missile or guidance system isn’t feasible, as those things are too precise. Even if he could barely manage it, the energy wouldn’t last long, making it not worthwhile.

However, the primary working principle of a flamethrower is to spray out solid gasoline, which isn’t too complex. Furthermore, with the most complicated component, the solid gasoline already created, he only needed to replicate the physical structure of a flamethrower, making it much easier.

Ted certainly wasn’t just boasting. He carefully considered both the strength and reserve of his energy and directly created an oversized flamethrower. The entire apparatus was fixed to his back, with four barrels extending out to shoot fire, capable of incinerating everything in front of it to ashes in an instant. The only problem is that it consumes a lot of fuel.

"It’s okay," Deathstroke said, "You don’t need to clear the minions. Wait until the boss shows up, then you can start shooting, that’s more than enough."

They settled their battle plan like that and began heading towards the dungeon. Meanwhile, the team bound for Black Water Tail Alley wasn’t going as smoothly as expected—this area required dice rolls.

It’s not that they needed to roll the dice because of a mission, but rather that entering this area necessitated playing the game with this judgment method. Unfortunately, none of those who went had any good luck.

The Arkham Knight looked at the dice on the terminal, with those lonely two dots, and didn’t know what to say for a moment.

Thinking about it, is it bad intelligence that exhausted the army, was it the Bishop who didn’t tell them about the rules here leading to their mistakes? But upon careful thought, among all the known game participants, none seemed to have particularly good luck.

Which means, even if they knew dice rolls were needed, changing another batch of people might end up the same. Those around Batman are all seasoned misfortune magnets, none can talk about others.

The Arkham Knight is especially unlucky, if he wasn’t so unlucky, he wouldn’t have been almost the only Jason kidnapped and tortured for years by the Joker across the multiverse. Although it sounds like hell, those Jasons who died on the spot were considered lucky, only he endured so much hardship.

While he was still reflecting on himself, Harley had already started attacking Brainiac: "What the heck?! How could I have rolled only 3 points, you must be cheating?!"

"I am not," Brainiac replied, "Cheating would offer me no benefit either. The numbers were random; you just had bad luck."

"Ha," Harley seemed to hear an enormous joke, "Please, I’m Harley Quinn, the luckiest in the entire multiverse!"

"Is there a possibility," Brainiac continued in his usual calm tone, "that even Harley Quinn isn’t very lucky, otherwise, how could you encounter the Joker?"

Harley felt a brief loss of words. Cassandra tugged her, signaling her not to argue with Brainiac anymore. She glanced at Charles, who told Brainiac, "She’s saying to allow her a skill check."

"What skill?" Brainiac asked.

"Rooftop and window infiltration skills," Charles said, "You can’t assume that the roof and windows of this broken house are flawless, that’s unreasonable."

Harley gave Charles a thumbs up directly. Truly worthy of Professor X, his persuasion skills were incredible, and certainly because he was Professor X, Brainiac dared not provoke him much. Moreover, what he said made sense, so Brainiac allowed Cassandra a skill check.

Cassandra’s overall skill score was high, so the dice roll requirement was very low. Although she rolled only a 4, the requirement was only 2 points, unsurprisingly she passed. Cassandra swiftly flipped onto the rooftop, found its weak spots, and silently slipped inside after peeling away the thatch and tiles.

Soon, she returned with a notebook. Everyone flipped through it and found it was the most crucial item—it documented how to banish the Drowned. The Bishop hadn’t discovered this before because he never opened this door, possibly due to a failed judgment or he missed it.

However, the methods documented on it were slightly complex. First, an old seal was needed, then a bonfire had to be set, combined with a summoning ritual to call the opponent out, first control them with the old seal, then burn them with the bonfire.

"Is this modern-day?" Harley couldn’t help but mock, "What era is it, still using that medieval stuff. Bring on the flamethrower!"

We have to say, their thoughts were aligned. Knowing already that this thing feared light and heat, there was really no need to use primitive methods. It’s just that the game progress wasn’t that fast, if it was later on, we’d directly create an artificial sun, never heard him complain about it.

"But if the old seal can control him, then it’s much manageable." Charles said, "However, deciding who should do it is still a problem. I’m not sure I could perfectly protect your minds in direct confrontation with them. My research concerning Outer Gods isn’t deep enough."

This was indeed a concern. Because the Outer Gods seemed uninterested in Marvel, even the talked-about Eye Demon was only interested in the Supreme Magician and his apprentice, ignoring mutants entirely. Thus, Charles’s dealings with Outer Gods were limited to his time in this cosmos, only then starting to care about the issue.

Though he was a very powerful mind power user, his Psy-storm could sweep and shred the divine mind of any intelligent being, Outer Gods aren’t completely spiritual infestations. Their invasion methods were cunning, and Charles hadn’t fully figured them out, still needing study and experimentation.

"Actually, I have an idea," Harley said, "When aiding at Gotham Cathedral, the monsters there seemed to belong to the Outer God lineage. Do you think Outer Gods would attack each other?"

This question truly stumped this group. Actually, their understanding of Outer Gods wasn’t profound either, at most encountering similar situations within instances. In this scenario, finding an expert was certainly necessary.

Harley logged off, then called Jason.