The scenario was based on the DC comic, Batman-I, Joker. If there was a similarity, it was not a coincidence.
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"Feng Bujue, Level 43
"Wang Tanzhi, Level 40
"Rain Like Rain, Level 40
[Laughing Soul, Level 40]
"Please select the game mode that your team wishes to join.
"You have selected Team Survival Mode (Normal). Please confirm.
"Your team is joining Team Survival Mode (Normal). The number of team members has been randomized: four.
"Your team has joined the queue. Currently searching for other readied players or teams.
"Matching complete. Coordinating nerve connection. Generating scenario …
"Downloading, please wait a moment."
"Welcome to … Thriller Paradise." A low male voice read out the opening line.
[Download complete. You are currently in Team Survival Mode (Normal).]
"This mode provides a scenario introduction, and there is a chance to trigger hidden side missions and special worldbuilding.
"Reward for clearing the scenario: Randomly draw a piece of equipment corresponding to your level.
"Playing the scenario introduction soon. The game will start immediately after that."
After the system announcement finished, the players immediately switched to the first-person perspective of the cinematic.
A night sky appeared in front of them.
There was no moon or stars, but they could see many different colors of light.
Green, blue, yellow, purple, white, and black … one by one, they were like paint that was splashed on a canvas, dying the night sky strange.
Under the night sky, there was a city.
From Feng Bujue's perspective, this place was familiar yet unfamiliar at the same time.
Just like when two cartoonists with different styles drew the same character, there would definitely be two completely different temperaments.
"Is this Gotham City?" Feng Bujue wondered. "What kind of story will it be this time?"
"Perhaps Bruce would never have thought that there would be such a future."
The voice of the man from before started to narrate. "Gotham City has become a place of order and power."
"The people of the city kneel before the feet of the same 'God' with extreme fear and fanatical worship.
"The _ Bruce.
"That is his name. Of course, people will also refer to him as God, Your Highness, the King of Gotham, or … Batman.]
"Of course, he's not the real Bruce Wayne. The legend of the first Batman was a long time ago.]
"He is the descendant of Batman, the man who inherited the cape, the ruler of Gotham."
"So that's how it is. It's this novel …" When Feng Bujue heard this, he already knew the general plot of the script. Because he had read this comic before. As long as he searched in the Hall of Thought, the outline of the whole story would appear. It would not take long for some details to become clear.
However, Brother Jue knew very well that the plot that appeared in Thriller Paradise might not follow the original plot. If he relied too much on his understanding of the original plot, he might suffer a great loss.
[December 21st, the longest night of the year, the night of pursuit and challenge.] The narration continued.
"Similar to previous years, the 'ceremony' will start at the castle — the cathedral with the black bat wings that belongs to The _ Bruce."
Following the narration, the camera slowly moved down, and a majestic castle appeared in the cinematic.
It was a typical gothic building with a tall steeple, arches, and large stained-glass windows. The outside of the building had large flying buttresses, slender pillars, and a high platform that was as wide as a cliff. It could be seen as a balcony, but it had no roof or walls, only a circle of stone railings.
"Long live the Bat!" On the high platform that was protruding outward in a semicircle, a man with gray hair, glasses, and a brown trench coat shouted. This man looked about fifty, and no matter how one looked at it, he looked very much like Captain Gordon.
"Praise the Bat, the King of Gotham!" Thousands of people gathered on the streets. They were wearing strange outfits (futuristic outfits, but they looked like very cheap rags. If you want to describe it … it was like the beggar's version of Saiyan's Battle Armor). They raised their hands, looked up at the people on the high platform of the castle, and shouted piously.
"What day is it today?" the man on the high platform shouted. "Who am I?"
"The Night of Blood!" "The _ Gordon _!" The _ Gordon _! "The crowd exploded in response.
"Yes, I am Gordon, your supreme leader, the prophet of His Highness Bruce, the messenger that heralds his arrival!" he shouted at the top of his lungs. "Praise the Bat! Let's sing his righteous act of killing for Gotham! "
"This is the Night of Purification.
"Every year on this night, the villains who were once Batman's enemies will be" resurrected "… and Batman will kill them once again."
"Therefore, this is also an endless night …"
"Look … your ancient enemies have awakened from the dead!" The man who called himself Gordon was still giving his speech passionately. "… and once again, they will be bound by His Highness Bruce's power."
As he spoke, four cylindrical glass cabins slowly poked out from inside the building. Inside each of the glass cabins, there was a person who was bound by metal shackles.
Anyone who had read Batman comics would easily be able to tell who they were …
"Joker, Harley Quinn, Two-Face, Poison Ivy …" Gordon listed the identities of the four people one by one, and then he paused. "The ritual requires that all of them be released from their shackles …" At this point, he suddenly started to cackle.
His laughter was played clearly through the communication device by his lips. On the big screens everywhere in the city, they were all showing close-up shots of his face and that scary laughter …
"… the terror from one hundred years ago will return to the streets. Explosions, gunfire, cries, screams …" Gordon quickly continued. "Only the Bat can save you! The Bat will empathize with your fear and share your hatred … He will use the blood of those villains to reward your faith! "
The man was acting like a psychic. He waved his arms and legs, and his face was twisted as he gave his speech and preached …
"Long live Batman!" "Long live the King of Gotham!" "Long live the Bruce!" The whole city was filled with such cheers.
At the same time, the cinematic cut away.
At the top of the castle, a tall and sturdy figure had already spread out his black 'wings' and descended to the top of the city.
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