Gotham, which had been bustling all day, finally returned to its peaceful state as the sun set. It was like the end of an ordinary day.
The citizens who had been sent to the hell dimension to seek refuge were informed that they could go home. While they were terrified, they finally received a piece of good news. Just like before, they queued up to enter hell. Under the escort of the ferocious demons, they stepped out of the portal and returned to Gotham under the sunset.
The moment they stepped through the portal, the citizens were pleasantly surprised to find that Gotham, which had changed its terrain, had returned to its original state. Under the cover of the setting sun, the entire city seemed to be covered with a layer of light. It looked so beautiful. The city, which was always bustling, had never been so quiet.
Mr. Napper carefully supported his pregnant wife back to his shabby but warm home. Everything was the same as when they left.
"Jack, there's no more flour. Can you buy some?"
Mrs. Napper wanted to cook a meal to comfort the two of them, who had been worried for the whole day, but the kitchen had run out of flour. She called out to her husband, who smiled gently at her, took the money, and walked out of the house.
At this time, darkness had fallen. At this time, no one would go out of Gotham. The security of the city was really bad. However, when Mr. Napper walked on the nearby streets, he was surprised to see many people who had eaten and were out for a walk. Some parents brought their children to play in the park that was dotted with light green light.
This scene made Mr. Napper feel a little emotional. Although it was unclear whether it was a nebula or a misfortune to be ruled by a person of unknown origin, the needs of the ordinary people living in the city were very simple. They just wanted a peaceful life. After a tiring day, they could walk safely in the city at night. They did not have to worry about a robber jumping out of the dark and robbing them and their families of the money that they relied on to survive, or even their lives.
On his way home with a small bag of flour, Mr. Napper saw two dark knights on dark horses patrolling silently. He knew that they were the 'police' arranged by the mysterious lord. At first, the people looked at these non-living creatures in horror, but no one was grounded. The city was still running, even better than before.
The citizens witnessed with their own eyes how the Overlord's knights punished criminals, protected the citizens, and risked their lives to save people from all kinds of places. They slowly got used to the existence of these knights, especially the rescued civilians. They were very grateful to these knights, and some children even started to worship them.
They would not blackmail or neglect their duties. As long as someone needed them, they would appear immediately. After ten days of working together, they seemed to have become a part of the city. Just yesterday, the factory that was forced to stop work due to the riots had resumed production, and Mr. Napper was given a new job.
Neptune even felt a kind of joy at the efficient operation of the city. His wife had whispered more than once that this kind of life was much better than the previous days of fear and anxiety.
In fact, as long as they knew that their peaceful and safe lives could continue, the dissatisfaction in the hearts of the people would be soothed little by little. A ruler who could quickly restore social order was a qualified ruler.
From this point of view, even though the people still feared and doubted the Overlord, who lived on the mountain peak in the center of the city, no one dared to openly oppose him. Of course, the peace was only on the surface. Under the calm water, the undercurrent never stopped. It only took a spark for the quiet city to boil again. However, if the external stimulation was as weak as this time, then the city would fall into the hands of the Overlord sooner or later.
Just like what he did in the other world.
"Cough … Cough … Cough …"
The silent darkness was torn apart by a series of violent coughs. The woman who was placed in the water suddenly opened her eyes under the attack of endless nightmares. However, the cold water did not treat her as harshly as it treated others. On the contrary, it obediently submitted to the woman's side, soothing her fatigue and the fear of death.
However, the moment she opened her eyes, Brucie felt a little out of place …
Her left eye, which had been completely destroyed because she had taken the risk of transplanting the Sea King's genes, had once again regained its light. This made her, who was already used to seeing things with only one eye, feel a little strange. She touched her eye with her cold fingers. The return of something that had been taken away from her made her somewhat happy.
However, her warrior's instinct made her calm down in the next moment because she was not out of danger yet.
She had not forgotten how she had been punched in the back by the vicious and brutal Overlord in the process of escaping. At that moment, she swore that she had clearly felt the pain of her body being torn apart. At the moment she had fallen into the water, her consciousness had sunk into unconsciousness under the extreme torture.
"Where … Where is this place?"
She looked at everything above her through the cold water. This place … seemed to be a palace. It was made of stone, rough, and there were no murals. Above her head, there was only a tall dome shrouded in darkness.
"Swoosh!"
Brucie sat up from the cold water. Her sharp senses felt the dead silence in the palace, as well as a trace of coldness. This was very rare. After transplanting the genes of the Neptune, the concept of coldness had disappeared from her senses for a long time.
It was only then that Brucie realized that she was placed in a stone, coffin-like object in a naked position.
She became more and more confused by everything in front of her. She did not let down her guard, but the moment she raised her hand and tried to leave the stone coffin, Brucie's body felt like it was struck by lightning.
She raised her left hand with trembling hands and put it in front of her eyes.
The darkness could not block her sight. She could clearly see the pale but delicate skin on her left hand, the natural skin lines, and the perfect and beautiful nails … It was just like the fingers of the beautiful and noble Queen of Gotham in her memory.
But … But this was not real! This should not exist!
Brucie knew very well that the transplanting of the Neptune's genes was not a complete success. Although the genes gave her the ability to move freely in the water and control the stagnant water, as a price, her beauty and nobility were taken away. All that was left was a body full of scales and ugly scars. Although she was strong enough to win the revenge and victory she longed for, she lost the most important thing as a woman.
"This is … This is …"
She trembled as she gently brushed her fingers on her cheeks. She could feel the warm touch. It was real. Even her cheeks that were eroded by the sea rust had recovered its softness, and her lips were full. They were no longer dry and nightmarish skin.
"I'm dreaming! It must be … a boring dream! "
Brucie's body could not stop trembling. She gritted her teeth, unwilling to believe that all of this was real, even though tears of unknown emotions had already welled up in her eyes.
She stood up from the stone coffin that was filled with water and stood on the ground with some difficulty. The pain in her body was still reverberating, as if some kind of awakened beast was roaring in her body, fighting with another beast for control of her body. She could feel the tearing pain in her body.
She gritted her teeth and walked towards the exit of the palace in the dark. There was a long robe on the stone table beside her. She put it on, and the moment she touched her hair that had returned to its original smoothness, her fingers could not help but linger on her long, wet hair for a second.
Even if this was a dream … let it stay for a while longer.
Bang!
The door of the palace was pushed open, and the bright light shone on Brucie's face. She couldn't help but raise her hand to block the light that was coming at her. This kind of light used to be her favorite, but after her world was drowned by the tide, there was only darkness left in that world. There was no trace of hope left in that world.
In order to prevent the light from flowing away from her memory, she specially set up a special bat-lamp in the drowned ruins. It was the only dazzling light in that destroyed world.
"Oh, it seems that you have recovered well. The rejection reaction has completely disappeared, and your internal organs are quickly recovering … Congratulations, you will be back to your original appearance soon."
A gentle voice interrupted Brucie's dark memories. She turned her head and saw the Tyrant sitting at the dining table in the middle of this imperfect palace, eating. For a moment, Brucie subconsciously assumed a battle stance, but as the long robe slipped from her body, she quickly tied it around her body.
The way she crossed her arms made her look like an ordinary girl. She did not have the domineering aura of the King of the Seven Seas.
"This isn't a dream!"
Saber put a piece of beef into his mouth. He looked at Brucie with a mysterious smile. "I have to tell you that this is real. You are my captive, so I don't need your permission to modify your body. Madam Brucie, I have to say that you have a great body!"
Brucie's body did not need to be mentioned. Her long-term combat and training had kept her body in the most perfect condition, and her ability to control water kept her body lively.
Her long hair was naturally curly, reaching her waist. She looked very beautiful. Her cheeks were very similar to Bruce's face in Saber's memory, but more gentle. It was a perfect combination of a man's determination and a woman's gentleness. Her eyes were brown, like amber gems. Coupled with her high nose bridge and full lips, she was definitely worthy of the term "beauty with no flaws".
"Shameless!"
At this moment, Brucian was so angry that her cheeks were flushed red and her whole body was trembling. But for some reason, when she heard the Tyrant personally confirming that this was not a dream, she actually felt a kind of joy in her heart. At least before she died, she had regained her former nobility and beauty. She was going to die as a human. Wasn't this enough to make her happy?
"Do you think I will kill you?"
The next moment, Saber's voice interrupted Brucie's thoughts. She raised her head and looked at Saber warily.
"You can feel my thoughts?"
"Do I need to feel it?"
Saber picked up the napkin and wiped his mouth. "Your thoughts are all engraved on your face. Come, take a seat, Madam. I am very interested in your story and the dark secrets of Barbatos. Don't try to resist my will. You have to understand that Barbatos is my enemy. You don't deserve this title! "
Smack!
As the flames flickered, the rich smell of tobacco rose in the palace filled with sunlight. Saber's eyes were a little blurred in the rising smoke.
"Perhaps the term interesting toy … suits you."
After realizing that the difference in strength between the two of them had broken through the clouds, Brucie, who had been nervous and vigilant, seemed to be relieved. Just like what Saber said, he could crush her with one punch. It was like an ant and a human. In the situation where the difference in strength was immeasurable, life and death were no longer in her own hands. After accepting this situation, she was strangely relaxed.
She grabbed her loose robe and strolled to the other end of the napkin. She looked at the food that was respectfully placed in front of her by a few dignified succubus maids. Her throat moved, but she did not taste it immediately. Instead, she looked at Saber and extended her hand.
"Give me a cigar … and a glass of red wine. I haven't tasted that for a long time."
"Oh?"
Seiber snapped his fingers, and the Succubus maids who had been trained well by Yvette brought Brucie the things she needed. Seiber looked at the strange female Batman's gloomy expression and said softly, "Brucie, don't worry about it.
"It seems that the environment in your world is very bad …"
"Bad? No. "
Brucie Wayne shook her head, picked up the glass, and drank the red wine in one gulp. A moment later, she turned her head to look at the warm sunlight outside the window and said softly, "It's not bad.
"That can no longer be described as terrible. It's a disaster … a complete disaster."
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