[As a reward for the two of them, you made sure they couldn't leave bed for three days, their lips swollen dry. As to whether it was their upper or lower lips—take a guess!]
[The 'Technical R&D Department' was one of the few divisions where employees could remain long-term at Pier Point headquarters without needing to reach P36 rank. Its research facilities ranked among the most advanced in the cosmos—second only to the Intelligentsia Guild's.]
[The department's primary mi...
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Just as Solon had anticipated, the moment their goal was achieved, this wicked woman immediately turned hostile—utterly devoid of honor.
Not that Solon himself had any honor to speak of, but that was beside the point. He could afford to lack it—others couldn't.
Obsidian struggled fiercely, shouting:
"You humiliate me like this, and still expect me to let you go?! In your dreams!"
Solon sneered, raising his hand and delivering a sharp slap to Obsidian's fac...
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[Reality Mode: Activated!]
The moment Solon entered the reality simulation, he noticed Topaz subtly reaching for her gun. He quickly spoke up:
"Why didn't you report this to your superiors or the security department? Or was it that you didn't want to?"
Topaz's expression froze, her retort lacking conviction:
"What's it to you, you despicable scoundrel?"
Solon had already gauged Topaz's mindset perfectly—all that remained was to tighten his grip...
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[After a long while, you wore an expression of satisfaction while Obsidian rushed into the bathroom, frantically washing her hands.]
[Seeing that she still hadn't emerged after half an hour, you pulled up your pants and prepared to leave on your own.]
[Then, Obsidian's voice came from behind you.
"Remember what you promised earlier, or I swear I'll never let you off! Never!"]
[You turned slightly and saw Obsidian vigorously wiping her hands with a fistful of t...
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V pulled a commemorative coin from her pocket and placed it in Leo's hand.
Leo hadn't expected her to carry it around. Curious, he asked,
"Is this your lucky coin?"
V paused for a moment.
"Sort of. A toy from when I was a kid. Doesn't have much value—just sentimental."
"Hmm… Nice. Now, watch me work some magic."
He placed the coin in his right palm and gestured for V to watch closely.
"No ...
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On the way home, Leo wore a constant grimace.
His precious first words upon return—ruined by that bald-headed idiot Delamain…
He felt like he'd betrayed V.
Well, nothing to be done now—he'd make it up to her with a hug.
A sincere, slightly romantic but totally respectful hug.
After all, they'd spent so many nights on long calls. A little physical affection wasn't too much, right?
Delamain, sensing Leo's foul mo...
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Darkness.
A hazy darkness.
After a fleeting moment of visual distortion, Leo found himself back in the Singularity Space.
No delay.
No visual of time-space traversal.
No physical reassembly.
Even Leo himself couldn't comprehend how the Singularity's travel method worked.
The first thing he did upon returning was sigh in exasperation:
"Get your hand out of my face. Why is an AI acting like such a child?"
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Wake up, eat, go back to the room.
Leo deliberately confined himself all day, putting on a show of diligently working.
Around 8 p.m., Bruce came to find him—informing him that the wine was ready.
Leo understood: trying to send him away at a time like this was as good as declaring war. So he obediently followed Bruce down to the underground storage room.
Upon arriving at B2, he realized this was no mere storage room. It was a vast, op...
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Leo confirmed a half-hour departure time with Alfred and hurried back to his room.
He slicked back his hair with styling wax, added a pair of sunglasses, and looked at himself in the mirror. The transformation was decent—enough that he no longer looked like the same person.
He swapped the casual suit for a sporty school-style tracksuit. The handsome young man in the mirror looked no different from a typical student.
"This level of disguise should be good enough."
Adm...
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[After erasing all traces of your presence, you left the building.]
[Standing atop your hoverbike, you glanced back at the illuminated twentieth floor and smiled meaningfully.]
[You hadn't taken Topaz's "first blood"—being too hasty would make her notice the physical irregularities.]
[The conditioning had only just begun. There would be plenty of time~]
[Still, aside from that, ...
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[The fleet commander ordered saturation bombing before your combat team could withdraw.]
[Your squad suffered heavy casualties in the blast.]
[Yet this bastard escaped punishment because his family were major shareholders of the Corporation.]
[Later, you learned from an acquaintance that people like him looked down on "natives" like you most of all.]
Damn! So the Pier Point bluebloods think us outsider...
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[You chose to leave the Interastral Peace Corporation. But since even you yourself are corporate property, the IPC would never let you go so easily.]
[Thus, the birth fees, upbringing costs, training expenses, and even the price of buying your freedom—all added up to a staggering sum of 100 million credits.]
[And that's not all. The 100 million credits were just the principal. On top of that, there was a 50% interest rate. Every month, y...
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Once the "main storyline" officially began, it was as if the gears of fate had started turning—a series of major events followed in rapid succession.
Solon felt a sense of urgency rise within him. I must gain the power to protect myself before the "plot" fully kicks off.
But what counted as "enough" power to protect himself?
Solon set a small goal for himself first: Become a planet-busting-level powerhouse.
The fastest way for Solon to gai...
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The lavish living room was dead silent.
Leo sat there dazed, watching the Joker's video on auto-replay.
The Joker…
"F*ck!"
It had been a long time since he cursed, but this time he just couldn't hold it in.
"How the hell did he recognize me? Wasn't my entire face pixelated? Has my real identity been leaked?!"
A barrage of questions shot toward Bruce, who sipped his tea and thought for a long time before answering.
"Based on my intel...
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A security company focused on urban surveillance systems.
By conventional naming standards, it should be something like "XYZ Urban Security Services Ltd." But come on… that's just so lame.
This is the DC Universe. With superheroes, supervillains, mad scientists, and aliens running around, any company here needs a name with real punch.
Think in keywords… this company publicly offers security services. So, the obvious k...
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As the proud silhouette of Gotham's richest man vanished from sight, the leather sofa beside Leo gave a soft thud.
He turned his head and saw Alfred sitting prim and proper directly across from him.
Today, the butler was dressed in a full formal suit. His hair was slicked back, impeccably neat. Gone was the usual cheerful, witty air—this Alfred looked like a polished corporate elite.
"Alfred… you're the professional representative?"
...
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"Before you head out, we've got a few real things to talk about."
Bruce brought everyone into the lounge and set the pneumatic injector on the table.
"You got more of these? I'll buy a few more."
"Doing business? Always!"
Now that Batman had seen his storage ability, Leo didn't bother pretending. With a casual flourish, two different-colored items appeared in his hands:
"Left one's the RevitaHeal Injector, right one's the PulmoBoost Inhaler. Thr...
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2:00 PM — Leo had a light Cantonese-style tea set, savoring the nostalgic flavors of home.
4:00 PM — Pre-dinner dessert: all-natural, handcrafted cream slush. One bite in the summer heat—divine.
6:00 PM — Time for dinner with Gotham's richest man, plus a round of storytime.
"I don't know who killed your parents. After confirming your identity, I just looked up some filler dialogue on...
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Leo woke from his dream the next morning.
The fleeting image of V fading away left a hollow ache in his chest.
Once fully conscious, he didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he checked his cross-world countdown—
[6 days, 11:05:01]
Six and a half more days in Gotham...
He wanted to die.
After a bit more time loafing in bed, he finally got up, washed, styled his hair, and dived straight into the glorious digital menu syst...
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Leo woke from his dream the next morning.
The fleeting image of V fading away left a hollow ache in his chest.
Once fully conscious, he didn't open his eyes immediately. Instead, he checked his cross-world countdown—
[6 days, 11:05:01]
Six and a half more days in Gotham...
He wanted to die.
After a bit more time loafing in bed, he finally got up, washed, styled his hair, and dived straight into the glorious digital menu syst...
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Wayne Tower, 44th floor.
The old butler pushed open the door to Room 4405 and led Leo inside.
The space was about 180 square meters, bright and spacious, with every possible amenity. It could easily rival the most luxurious presidential suite in a five-star hotel.
"All the living supplies are brand-new. If you're unsure, the storage room has unopened spares. The fridge is stocked—feel free to help yourself. And if you need anything, just r...
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Leo made his stance crystal clear: nonviolent noncooperation.
And frustratingly, Bruce really couldn't do anything about it.
He was a man of principle. He couldn't bring himself to use truth serums or enhanced interrogation tactics on someone who hadn't committed any crimes, hadn't killed anyone, and until recently hadn't even touched a real gun—a law-abiding civilian.
Even if that someone was an alien or a time tr...
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Ding—
The elevator doors opened with a swift chime.
Right at the exit was a hospital-style wheeled medical bed, and standing next to it was a gray-haired female doctor.
Leo studied her features closely. Combined with her medical identity, he quickly figured out who she was.
Leslie Thompkins.
To many, she was practically Batman's foster mother—one of the most important people in his life alongside Alfred.
There was no do...
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He may have a point… but—this was Batman we're talking about!
Suspicious.
Extremely suspicious.
Batman replayed the moment Leo pulled out that medkit.
No chants. No gestures. Not even the slightest ripple in the air. The item just appeared in his hand. It didn't look like a magical ability at all.
Subspace storage tech?
If that's the case, how could he counter or restrict this ability…
Leo...
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Thud—Clang!
Batman dropped from the sky, landing flat on his back.
And still, he was gentle—cradling Rachel atop him while taking the brunt of the fall himself.
The blue SUV's roof was left with a huge dent, its airbags having deployed from the impact.
Not that the owner would complain—waking up to a brand new vehicle as compensation would make anyone wish Batman fell a few more times.
Leo activated his optical scanner and zoomed in 6x to a...
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Harvey Dent was, in fact, out on the balcony—with his girlfriend, Rachel.
He had just gone through a failed proposal and hadn't yet recovered when the sound of gunfire rang out from the main hall.
Whatever romantic atmosphere remained evaporated instantly, and the two of them crouched behind a marble column in alarm.
Harvey instinctively reached for his waist, only to find nothing—he hadn't brought his sidearm tonight, understandably so, since this was a high-class gala ...
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Fog thickened over Gotham as the last rays of the sunset disappeared behind the clouds.
The city, which should have been winding down, now roared like a tanker truck engulfed in flames.
The usual chaos-loving criminals were mere background noise tonight—the real star was the Batmobile, tearing through pedestrian lanes, blasting through seven red lights, and launching makeshift barricades into the air with its grenade launcher.
"Batman's finally lost it!"
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8:00 PM. Dusk deepened over Gotham.
The Illinois Center Tower blazed with light.
A luxurious gala was just beginning. Elegant elites floated through the crowd with their beautiful partners, speaking in soft tones—every bit the image of champagne-soaked decadence.
Alfred Pennyworth, the elderly butler currently serving drinks with a tray in hand, was momentarily distracted by the voice of a certain mysterious guest in his earpiece.
Across from him, Ra...
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The temperature inside the car dropped sharply, like they'd suddenly stepped into a freezer.
Leo couldn't hear the encrypted comms in Batman's earpiece, but he could feel the change—Batman had instantly gone tense.
[How long? How accurate?]
Batman spoke with concise urgency, deliberately avoiding any unnecessary detail.
Alfred, ever the consummate butler and confidant, understood exactly what he meant without asking.
[Commissio...
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