Chapter 1 The Plot

"Commissioner Gordon will come to this factory tonight and be captured by Mr. Freeze. Twenty-four hours later, Gordon will defeat Mr. Freeze in another location." Feng Bujue didn't rush into the factory building but first observed the surrounding terrain and escape routes.

"Speaking of... the starting point of this script seems to be too early. All the important events haven't happened yet. The prison convoy transporting Arkham inmates hasn't been hijacked. And after that, Black Mask will instruct the inmates to rob Two-Face's arsenal, and attack the Gotham City Police Department, among a series of actions. The cape battle among the heroes is synchronized with that..." He pondered in his heart, "To catch up with these, I have to stay in this script for two or three days, which is obviously impossible. Staying too long in this non-sleep mode script will exceed the game time limit... In other words, in this slaughter game, the system isn't going to give us much room to change the main storyline. It's just borrowing the setting of Gotham City to give us a stage for combat."

His grasp of the setting was accurate, and the task before him was undoubtedly arduous...

For Feng Bujue, the weakest in combat among the six players, reversing the disadvantage and achieving victory required him to use all available resources in the script.

When reading the newspaper at the hotel, he had already thought of three strategies. The first: kill and impersonate Black Mask, replacing him. Then control the Arkham inmates and have them attack other players. The second: sneak into the Batcave and steal a large amount of equipment to use as his fighting capital. The third: rob Mr. Freeze of his Cold Pulse Gun...

The first strategy can be said to be the best. It's just very difficult to implement. Although Feng Bujue knows the real identity of the second-generation Black Mask, and knows what he's going to do and how to do it... but finding this guy's hiding place, killing and replacing him, and advancing the prison break plan requires too many variables. Any one link has a high probability of failure.

The second strategy is a medium one. Time isn't an issue, but the problem is still the risk and difficulty.

There are currently two Batcaves in Gotham City, one in Wayne Manor and one in the collapsed subway ruins under the city (born after the Great Quake of the No Man's Land event). Whether it's Bruce Wayne's Batcave or Jason Todd's DIY knockoff, they should all contain a lot of equipment, at least of excellent grade or higher...

It wouldn't be difficult for Feng Bujue to find either of them. With his reasoning ability, he just needs to check the map and relevant city transportation information. The problem is... finding it is easy, getting in is hard, and getting out is even harder.

Now the heroes of "God's Net" all regard the Batcave as a stronghold. Barbara (Commissioner Gordon's daughter, the former Batgirl, who was paralyzed by the Joker in *The Killing Joke*, and is now Oracle) is also stationed there for a long time. If he goes in to steal things, he'll be in trouble if he bumps into any superhero.

As for Jason Todd's Batcave, it's mostly empty, but if someone is there... Feng Bujue's sneaking in would be a dead end. Todd is basically Batman with guns and a willingness to kill. According to the description of the third-generation Robin in the comics: his fighting style is extremely brutal, his fighting skills are superb, he's a marksman-level gunslinger, he walks in the shadows, moves in the dark, and the criminals who encounter him can't even see his movements...

No matter which Batcave he targets, with Feng Bujue's combat power, the probability of going in and not coming out is high...

So, he still chose the third strategy, which has the smallest profit but the greatest certainty.

Mr. Freeze's combat power is average, and his weakness of being afraid of heat is also obvious. As long as he doesn't face him head-on when he's holding the Cold Pulse Gun, it's not difficult to deal with him. Even ordinary people like Commissioner Gordon can do it.

Furthermore, even if Feng Bujue subdues Mr. Freeze before the police arrive, it won't have any impact on the main storyline of this world. It's just that Victor will be arrested one day earlier. Anyway, Mr. Freeze is sent to Blackgate Penitentiary, which is unrelated to the Arkham line.

"It would be great if this script lasted longer. As long as I could get on the line with some powerful villain and provide him with some information, then taking down the Justice League's lair and sending a few nuclear bombs to the other players wouldn't be a problem..." Feng Bujue muttered. By this time, he had walked around the factory building for a week and returned to where he got off the car. "Hmm... entering through the second-floor window seems like a good..."

"So that's it, you want to steal Mr. Freeze's Cold Pulse Gun, is that right?" A voice interrupted Feng Bujue's thoughts.

Feng Bujue's heart tightened upon hearing this. He instantly realized that he must have encountered another player.

"Listening to your words... it seems you've been following me for a long time." Feng Bujue slowly turned around, pretending to be calm, and looked in the direction of the voice. "Why didn't you sneak attack me?" he laughed. "Don't tell me something like... 'there's no need'."

Zhao Yingwang's ordinary and unremarkable figure appeared in Feng Bujue's sight. He calmly replied, "You have to have the means to sneak attack." As he spoke, he took out a pistol from his knapsack. "As far as I'm concerned, if I want to sneak attack you, I can only rely on this thing."

Just as Feng Bujue was getting wary, the other party calmly put the pistol back into his knapsack.

"Heh... unfortunately, my shooting specialization is only F-grade. If I'm a little far away, I probably won't be able to hit you," Zhao Yingwang replied with a smile. "And for a close-range sneak attack, I don't have much confidence either, with my E-grade fighting specialization."

"Besides, we're all around level thirty. Would you not notice if I quietly approached you? According to my observations along the way, you are a very cautious person. Anyone who gets within five meters of you, let alone pulling out a gun, even moving an arm will attract your attention."

While listening to the other party speak, Feng Bujue was also observing his expressions. After the other party finished speaking, he responded, "I don't see any signs of lying on your face. That means two possibilities... either you're a god-level liar, or what you just said is true..." He paused, looking directly into Zhao Yingwang's eyes. "If you are indeed a player with poor fighting and shooting skills, then... there are also two possibilities for your appearance in front of me at this moment." As he spoke, he held up one finger. "First, you're weak, so you're trying to form an alliance with me to deal with the other players in this script." He raised his second finger. "Second, one or more of your equipment, spell, or summoning specializations must be very strong, giving you enough confidence to defeat me."

"Oh?" Zhao Yingwang seemed interested. "Although it's conceited, it's the correct judgment." He continued, "Anything else?"

"Of course there is." A smile appeared on the corner of Feng Bujue's mouth. "Whether walking or sitting in a taxi, I've been paying attention to whether I'm being followed, but I haven't noticed you at all."

"I think you yourself are very clear that your tracking methods are undetectable to me. In this situation where you are in the dark and I am in the light, why are you showing yourself? Wouldn't it be better to wait until I'm ambushing Mr. Freeze to make a move to kill me?"

Feng Bujue stroked his chin and paced back and forth. "Combining the information you just told me, I've made such an assumption... no matter what form your tracking method takes, your combat method... must be very flamboyant."

Zhao Yingwang's eyes clearly changed.

"For example, a huge robot, a spell with magnificent visual effects, a monstrous summon, etc..." Feng Bujue continued. "Thinking this way, things make sense." He said lightly, "If you make a move in the city, even if you can kill me, you will inevitably attract the police, superheroes, and other players."

Feng Bujue sneered, "And using the aforementioned combat methods, there's really no reason to wait until I fight Mr. Freeze to make a move, because it's the same here." He pointed to the road he came from. "This factory area is far from the city and sparsely populated. I think... in fact, as soon as the taxi I was in entered this area, you were ready to make a move. It's just that you kept a considerable distance from me while tracking me, so after I walked around this factory building, you approached and showed yourself."

Zhao Yingwang looked Feng Bujue up and down. "Are you... 【Crazy Little Jue】?" Because Shiva, Wu Si Can Xuan, and Qi Sha all showed their guild names on the combat power ranking list, and 【Cai Bu Pa Ne】 obviously was a girl’s nickname, so Zhao Yingwang made this guess after seeing Feng Bujue’s "Hell Frontline" badge.

"Yesss, that's me~" Feng Bujue replied. His tone was arrogant, as if he were a big shot himself.

"Good analytical skills. If there's a chance in the future, I'd like to try working with you," Zhao Yingwang said. "But at this moment, I think you're dead for sure." A terrifying aura faintly emanated from beneath his ordinary exterior. "Players outside the top ten on the combat power ranking list can't possibly be my opponents."

"Oh? Judging by that tone, you're also on that list, but anonymous?" Feng Bujue intentionally tried to get the other party to talk.

Zhao Yingwang didn't hide anything and said bluntly, "Nineteenth place, title 'Man in the Shadows', Zhao Yingwang."

"Ranked nineteenth, yet you say that people below the top ten can't possibly win against you?" Feng Bujue said. "That's possible... Then I'll quietly tell you a secret." He said with a straight face, "Don't look at the fact that I can't even get into the combat power ranking list, but none of the people on the list can beat me."

"Hmph... do you think I'm bluffing?" Zhao Yingwang smiled. As he spoke, he took out a small knife from his knapsack.

Feng Bujue was prepared because he was the one bluffing... Death Poker had already been quietly activated. If the other party suddenly attacked, he could use 【Shield】 to block it.

No sooner said than done, Zhao Yingwang stabbed himself with the knife...

"Hey... buddy... what are you doing..." Feng Bujue said. "Trying to scare your opponent to death... I advise you, you can't scare me no matter who you scare..."

"Hehe... sorry, because I need to use a lot of my own blood, and it has to be fresh, so I have to do this kind of thing every time," Zhao Yingwang said with a wry smile. "At first, I had no experience and slashed wildly on my arms and legs, resulting in wounds everywhere, which wasted hemostatic items. Later, I understood, stabbing the liver... cough..." As he spoke, he spat out a large mouthful.

"What are you doing..." Feng Bujue immediately took out 【Miss Moxxi's Bad Touch】 from his knapsack, pointed it at the other party, and started shooting. "It looks like you're unleashing a dangerous skill with a high price!"

Feng Bujue's shooting specialization was D-grade. The distance at which he was shooting at the time was also just right, and dozens of bullets were fired in a few seconds, almost all hitting the target.

Unfortunately, when those bullets were about to touch Zhao Yingwang's body, they first hit an invisible barrier and were all bounced off.

"I bought a whole set of armor specially designed to defend against bullets at a high price, all with the 【Refraction】 attribute," Zhao Yingwang laughed. "It's just to buy time for these few seconds..." His blood quickly spread on the ground, turning into a circular pool of blood under his feet.

In that instant, a light flashed in Zhao Yingwang's eyes.

The next second, the blood on the ground surged as if boiling.

Feng Bujue didn't change the magazine. After seeing that the bullet attack was ineffective, he decisively put away the gun. Instead, he took out 【Death Poker】, and a "straight flush" immediately flew out. At the same time, he himself stepped forward, like an arrow leaving the string, closely following the poker.

Zhao Yingwang pulled out the knife, covered the wound, and retreated. But he staggered and couldn't even stand firmly. His speed was no different from that of an ordinary person. It seemed impossible for him to dodge the combined attack of Death Poker and Feng Bujue.

As the saying goes, strike while the iron is hot. While rushing halfway, Feng Bujue had already taken out a folding stool from his knapsack, waiting for the other party to be broken by Death Poker, and then he would beat him up.

Unexpectedly, just as the poker flew in front of Zhao Yingwang, a giant arm suddenly protruded from the pool of blood on the ground. A burst of blood-colored energy exploded, actually causing the "straight flush"-level Death Poker to be shaken off its original trajectory.

Upon seeing this, Feng Bujue slammed on the brakes, his body flashed to the side, and with the strength of his foot arch, he pointed again, bypassed the giant arm, and continued to attack Zhao Yingwang himself.

Zhao Yingwang couldn't dodge and was caught by Feng Bujue.

Smack, smack, smack...

The folding stool rained down on Zhao Yingwang. Feng Bujue's use of the head of all eighteen weapons couldn't be said to be anything less than skillful...

"As expected of a summoning specialist! As expected of an E-grade fighting specialization! You're so weak!" Feng Bujue was beating the other party wildly, showing no mercy.

In Feng Bujue's mind, there are two reasons for the villain's failure:

First, when they have the upper hand, they like to dawdle. In countless movies, similar scenarios can be seen: a villain, pointing a gun at the protagonist's head, doesn't shoot, but instead talks nonsense, gives a long speech, and whines, and finally the protagonist uses this time to find an opportunity to turn defeat into victory.

Second, take off your pants to fart. Also in movies, we can see such villains, who have guns in their hands, but always like to tie the protagonist somewhere, put a bomb next to them, and then leave. What kind of behavior is this? This is simply as worrisome as divorcing before taking a mistress.

Feng Bujue wouldn't make this mistake. When the other party stabbed himself in the waist, he quickly opened fire and attacked continuously, which is how he gained the current overwhelming advantage. And at this moment, Feng Bujue is also very firmly implementing a policy, that is, the attack will never stop before the other party turns into a white light and disappears.

It's just a pity that this "overwhelming advantage" is just an illusion...

"Hehehe... Hahahaha..." Zhao Yingwang covered his head and squatted down to defend, disheveled and embarrassed, but he was still laughing.

"Is this a masochist..." Feng Bujue felt that the other party wasn't dying fast enough, so he switched to a pipe wrench and swung it down hard on the other party's head. "First stabbing himself with a knife, and now he's so happy even when he's being beaten?"

"Do you think... how much of my survival value has your attack consumed?" When Zhao Yingwang asked this question, his arm, which was protecting his head, happened to take a heavy blow from the pipe wrench, and the skin was torn and the bones were exposed, but judging from his tone, he didn't seem to feel any pain at all. "80%? 90%?"

"Then you tell me." Feng Bujue pulled his arm into his ribs, and then sent it forward, stabbing Zhao Yingwang's chin with a fierce blow. Even Feng Bujue himself didn't expect that the front half of the pipe wrench would directly penetrate into his skull. Based on this depth, he estimated that the other party's brain should have been destroyed, and the survival value should have instantly dropped to zero.

"Cough... gag..." Having his chin pierced made it impossible for Zhao Yingwang to speak normally, so he simply lowered his hands, revealing his already deformed face, and squeezed out a sentence from his mouth, "My... cough... sur...vi...val...va...lue...still...eighty...ninety..."

"You're quite a serious person... You actually told me, was there a need? Is this a demonstration..." Feng Bujue had already realized something. He moved his gaze away from Zhao Yingwang and turned his head to look at the blood arm rising from the pool of blood behind him.

And at this time, it wasn't just an arm that was coming out, but the entire monster.

The monster was humanoid, reaching five meters in height, and its physique was extremely strong. At first glance, it looked a lot like the Hulk. The surface of its body had layers of wavy semi-solidified blood plasma armor, and the colors were bright red and gold.

The monster's face had two dark eye sockets and a mouth. It couldn't be said to be terrifying to look at, but the feeling it gave people was just one word... strong.

"From just now, I have been sharing a survival value with this Blood Golem," Zhao Yingwang's voice returned to normal.

Feng Bujue took a few steps back to avoid being caught in a pincer attack. When he looked at Zhao Yingwang again, the wounds on the other party's body were healing at a speed visible to the naked eye.

"Don't worry, I said, I myself am very weak," Zhao Yingwang said. "However, if you keep staring at me like that and get punched in the back, I won't care."

Feng Bujue looked up at the golem and thought to himself, "What kind of people are these top-ranked players in this game..."