"It was an unexpected accident, but I can't say that I was unaware of it. I think both of us were at fault, but it's too late to say that now."
A pair of eyes emitting a faint silver light moved away from the camera, and Tony Stark's face appeared completely on the screen.
Judging from the background, he should be in his laboratory, fully armed and wearing a symbiote armor, but he no longer had that cynical smile on his face and looked very serious.
"I admit that this was a wrong decision. This made SHIELD and Congress aware of my intentions prematurely, and they began to do their best to block the software I created."
"Killing a national hero has also made me the most wanted criminal. Spider-Man regards me as his enemy, and Nick Fury is trying his best to hunt me down. This is not a situation I want. I have to find a way to change everything.
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"Fortunately, the huge power originally used to propel the universe gave me the opportunity to create a time machine that shocked the past and present. Now I must go back in time to reverse the situation and save everything."
"In order to record my plan, I chose to leave this video. I need to warn myself that if you don't put them in a desperate situation, they will never understand what a great gift your concession is."
The shining pupils turned away from the camera again, and Stark's face sank into the darkness condescendingly. Then he turned around and walked into the huge machine behind him in his bright armor.
After a period of signal interference, the screen was cut off, the tablet was placed on the table, and a slight sigh was heard.
The young man turned his head, lowered his eyelids to cover his slightly tired gray-blue eyes, and looked at the owl that landed by the window.
He wanted to reach out and touch the owl's head, but the scars on his arms made him gasp in pain.
"I really don't understand, little guy, why a god who is powerful enough to create an independent universe and allow so many people to compete in it would adopt such a primitive method of sending messages."
"grumble!"
The owl hooted, but the young man still managed to raise his arm and touch the owl's head. The owl narrowed its big eyes and fluttered the feathers of its wings.
He turned around again, picked up the tablet, and looked left and right as if he were observing some rare treasure.
Suddenly, the tablet screen lit up again, and a blurry figure appeared on the screen. After focusing on it, the young man raised his eyebrows in surprise.
"Hello, Bruce Wayne, I think you have participated in fighting competitions before. Please don't be surprised by what you are encountering now, and be sure to listen carefully."
"The Doujie system is under maintenance, and the organizer is working hard to upgrade the game system. During the upgrade process, we need someone to test various functions for us. We sincerely invite dozens of internal beta players to test various functions.
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"The internal beta invitation letter you received from Owl has indicated that you are participating in the test of the mission system part. Your agreement and signature marked on the internal beta invitation letter will be regarded as your acceptance by us.
Internal beta game rules, precautions and other terms..."
Bruce raised the tablet high to his own eye level, looked at the figure on the screen and said, "If I remember correctly, your name should be Dr. Schiller, right? Someone showed me your picture, and they asked me to leave."
Stay away."
"This is not the time for small talk, Bruce."
"Of course, I understand." The young man shrugged, turned his head to the side and said, "I think this is a good opportunity, so I agreed. I need equipment and resources."
Schiller on the screen was slightly stunned. He actually didn't know who this Bruce was, but just read out the disclaimer as usual.
He has lived so long that he can see all kinds of strange things, and there is actually Batman telling him that he needs equipment and resources?
Batman does have all kinds of weird varieties, but what they have in common is that they never lack equipment and resources. Otherwise, how can they still be called Batman?
Schiller took a piece of information from the side and flipped through it. The more he looked at it, the deeper his frown deepened. He turned off the camera, turned around and shouted: "Nick? Nick! How did you pick this person?!"
Nick stuck his head over and said, "What's wrong? Isn't this Batman?"
"How on earth did you accurately pick the best one among so many Batmans?"
"But didn't you say that the Batman you know is the best? I eliminated him first!"
Schiller was choked. He was unable to refute, because Schiller had thought so for a long time, but there were always exceptions to everything.
Schiller once doubted whether he had arrived in a universe with a label in the official comics. Although it was later confirmed that he was not, the universe he suspected at that time was the famous Earth 1.
Earth 1 in the DC Universe is a very magical Earth, and it is famous because the Bat Lord of this Earth is the worst Batman.
This title does not unfairly accuse him at all. The most fatal thing is that he does not have as high an IQ as Batman in most universes. In terms of software, he can only be regarded as one of the better among ordinary people. Also, because the death of his parents is not a serious matter.
He has a psychological shadow and a rather paranoid personality. Taken together, he is considered to be at the level of an ordinary person.
In terms of hardware, he learned some fighting skills, but instead of traveling around the world, apprenticeships and learning unique secrets like most Batmans do, the fighting skills he learned were actually the kind that ordinary people can learn. At most, it was because he had money.
The trainer I hired is more responsible. Apart from not using drugs, he is at the level of a wealthy person in the fitness industry.
Because he does not have a super high IQ and cannot invent any equipment that transcends the times, all the Bat equipment he owns was made by squeezing the scientists in the company. It is basically a real COS suit, except that it fits the image of Batman.
Other than that, it has nothing to do with bat equipment.
The comics of this universe are more like showing us the existence of a more scientific and logical Batman - the comic version of Don Quixote.
Schiller had previously suspected that the Batman he knew was the Batman of Earth 1, which was not unreasonable, because the Batman of his universe did not choose to travel around the world when he was 18 years old, but chose to go to college.
It really looks like something Earth Bat No. 1 would do.
The information currently in Schiller's hands shows that the Batman he is talking to now is very likely to be the legendary Batman.
Schiller reopened the communication and found that Bruce on the other side was typing on the tablet. He also put his face in front of the camera and said: "Hello? Hello? Are you still here? You haven't told me what I'm going to do?"
Schiller opened his mouth, but quickly closed it again. He just left the last words "good luck" and hung up the communication.
The tablet in Bruce's hand was folded in a way he couldn't understand into a chip no bigger than the size of a fingertip and attached to his arm.
With a swish sound, a virtual projection popped up on it and said, "The Doujie chip has been loaded. Please don't worry, the contestants. Only the contestants can see this chip and the content released by the chip."
The moment Bruce's fingertips touched the chip, another line of text popped up, "Please do not try to destroy the chip with violence. The organizer will seek compensation a thousand times the price."
Bruce took his hand back.
Immediately afterwards, a line of projected text popped up above the chip.
"The main mission goal: to prevent Tony Stark, the ultimate Iron Man, from taking over the world."
There is a picture below the text, which shows the face of Ultimate Iron Man, also known as White Can, but Bruce has seen it in the video before.
"Side mission 1: Prevent Tony Stark, the ultimate Iron Man, from killing Captain America; mission reward: a full set of standard Bat gear."
"Side mission 2: Investigate the truth behind the spread of the Extremis virus and find the mother virus; mission reward: bat weapon production line drawings."
"Side mission 3: Get all the information on the time machine developed by Ultimate Iron Man; mission reward: bat monitoring equipment production line drawings."
"All side mission rewards will be distributed on the spot after completion, and main mission rewards will be settled uniformly after the completion of the mission."
After the text was played, the light of the chip was completely extinguished. After Bruce hesitated for a moment, he chose to explore his surroundings first.
As soon as he turned around, he discovered that this was a fairly neatly decorated apartment, a suite with one bedroom and one living room. From the layout of the house, he could tell that the location of the house was probably good.
Sure enough, Bruce walked to the window and opened the curtains to see the bustling city scene, high-rise buildings, busy traffic, and the unusual clear blue sky and bright sunshine.
Bruce thought the city's skyline looked familiar, but for a while he couldn't remember which city it was. He could only judge by the style of the city's architecture that it should be the West Coast.
Turning his head and looking at the clock, Bruce saw that it was now 12 noon. Bruce immediately formulated his next action plan. In short, let's order food first.
Bruce found a jacket on the hanger. He took it and put it on and found that it fit him well. He also found keys and a mobile phone on the coffee table.
The mobile phone was different from the ones Bruce had used before. It took him a long time to get used to the way of using it, and then he found a car key hanging on the key. Judging from the shape, it was a Ford car, but it was impossible to determine which model it was.
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After taking these things, Bruce tidied up his appearance and found 200 US dollars and some loose change when he dug into his pockets.
Bruce was stunned when he saw the money, and then as quickly as possible he searched through his pockets and all the places in the house that looked like they could put important items.
Apparently, his entire net worth is now less than $300.
In other words, he still has to make money here to support himself.
Bruce looked again at the mission printed on the chip on his arm and showed a troubled expression.
Let alone anything else, you can tell from this text alone that this guy called Ultimate Iron Man must be super powerful. Come on, that is a time machine. What kind of scientist does the guy who can invent this thing have to be?
Then I have to stop this guy from killing someone who sounds very powerful, find out the truth about a certain virus, find the time machine data and take them away, and in this case I have to solve the problem of eating.
Bruce now has an idea, is this game for people to play?
Schiller, who was monitoring all this behind the screen, slapped his forehead, waved to several others and said: "Quick! Send support! Send support!"
"But isn't this the 'bat difficulty' you carefully designed?"
"Yes, but..."
"Isn't he Batman?"
"He is, but... forget it, it's hard to explain to you. We have to find a helper for him. Let me think about it... It's just you, go ahead."
After finishing dressing up, Bruce opened the door. When he lowered his head, he saw a little girl who looked exactly like him standing in front of his door and looking up at him.