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“I’ve played God of War and Devil May Cry, so I know how to climb out of the deepest hell.” Ian stood on a gloomy and terrifying wasteland.
Just as he was pondering whether or not to cut a path directly to the human world.
"Shh!"
An elegant figure emerged from the shadows. It was a duke of hell, clad in a dark red robe, with a handsome yet pale face and a perfectly measured smile on his lips.
"welcome."
His enthusiasm was rather peculiar.
"Are you the master of this level of hell?" Ian asked, cracking his knives in his mimicry pocket as he secretly sharpened them.
He had thought it was going to be a battle.
however.
Duke Hell bowed slightly, his posture more respectful than a demon's, like a nobleman's butler, his movements as precise as if he were welcoming a long-awaited guest.
"You must be Mr. Ian Kent?" The Duke of Hell's voice was deep and magnetic, carrying a hint of respect for an unknown being.
"My master wishes to see you."
He extended the invitation.
"Okay, okay."
Ian hadn't expected a buy-one-get-one-free deal, and he secretly began to wonder which demon kings in Hell could command such loyalty from a Hell Duke.
Hell is a place of strict hierarchy.
Might reigns supreme.
Even a grand duke could scare the demon head into silence—Ian touched his backside, well, the demon head wasn't too timid.
It seems that it got separated from Ian during its previous fall.
The same goes for Hellcats.
"It's alright. Detective Conan once said that as long as we eat all the demons, the remaining two will definitely be my Hellcat and my loyal trash can."
Ian didn't return home that night, and he didn't have the idea of returning to the human world in a day or two. He followed the Duke of Hell, wanting to see what tricks the ruler of this level of hell was playing that would make him take action.
The Duke of Hell led the way.
Ian swaggered after him.
"It feels like a castle from a fairy tale, a hellish fairy tale." The Duke of Hell led Ian across a long bridge paved with obsidian, beneath which flowed a churning river of sulfur.
Broken fragments of souls float in the river.
In the middle of the moat lay a vast city, a city completely out of place in hell. Here, instead of the blood and fire typical of hell, there was a scene of prosperity. Ian had expected to see mountains of corpses and seas of blood, but the sight before him made him wonder if he had wandered onto the wrong set.
The streets are wide and clean, lined with buildings that blend Gothic style with modern technology. Demons, humans, and hellish creatures coexist harmoniously, and there are even a few minor demons buying ice cream from a roadside stall.
"Hell...is this habitable now?"
A rare look of bewilderment appeared in Ian's eyes.
roadside.
A familiar figure is hawking a shiny electronic device.
"Apple 22, Hell Custom Edition, powered by psionic energy extracted from the body of a villain, never turns off, one recharge provides up to ten years of battery life!"
The man in the black turtleneck sweater shouted as he skillfully demonstrated the product.
“Steve Jobs?!” Ian’s eyes widened.
“Yes, Hell has attracted many outstanding entrepreneurs.” The Duke of Hell nodded, his words making sense. “After all, capital never dies in any world.”
This aligns with Ian's philosophy.
Ian even felt a pang of pity.
After all, true friends are hard to find.
They kept walking.
Demons and human souls walk side by side, some even discussing business.
"The sins of these souls are of very high purity, making them suitable for use as new energy batteries."
“The price is negotiable, but I want exclusive distribution rights.”
"make a deal."
……
Ian felt that many of his ideas might have been stolen by despicable people before he even came up with them, and the city was filled with neo-cyberpunk elements.
Huge holographic projections flickered in the air, playing advertisements for Hell's Enterprises; neon lights powered by soul energy lined both sides of the street; there was even a hellish version of an "autonomous carriage," pulled by three-headed hellhounds, moving faster than Tesla—and the Tesla mentioned here is the real Nikola Tesla.
Steve Jobs sold the Apple 22, while Nikola Tesla was chasing after lightning in hell, like a DC version of Kuafu (a legendary figure in Chinese mythology known for his madness and cunning). This doesn't look like hell at all.
I was filled with confusion.
Ian was taken to the top of a tower by the Duke of Hell.
That's no ordinary building.
Instead, it is a colossal tower that blends Gothic style with futuristic technology, crafted entirely from obsidian and soul metal, with a massive city projection floating atop it.
It displayed the situation in every location at all times. The elevator went straight to the top floor, and as soon as the door opened, Ian saw a man standing in front of the floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the entire city. He was wearing a smart black suit, his silver hair was neatly combed, and his back was calm and dignified, but he did not exude a particularly strong demonic aura.
"Master, the people are here."
"The Duke of Hell said respectfully."
The man slowly turned around, revealing a familiar face that Ian often saw in the 3D zone. Ian's eyes widened, his nostrils flared, his mouth opened, and even his ear canals bulged.
"Hello, Ian Kent, welcome to—New Gotham."
King of Hell.
Thomas Wayne smiled softly.
Chapter 159 Who is the person DC absolutely cannot afford to offend?
Thomas Wayne.
Bruce Wayne's father, Martha Wayne's husband.
He was the former patriarch of the Wayne family, a wealthy family in Gotham City, the former CEO of Wayne Enterprises, and a former field medic. He was the unfortunate King of Gotham who was murdered along with his wife in Crime Alley when Bruce was eight years old.
When Bruce was eight years old, his family went to see a Zorro movie. After leaving the theater, he met an ordinary hoodlum named Joe Cher in Crime Alley.
Thus began a spur-of-the-moment robbery.
Two bullets.
They ended the lives of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne, the rulers of Gotham's light. It was the deaths of Mr. and Mrs. Wayne that led their son, Bruce Wayne, down the path of the Dark Knight.
Become the Batman of Gotham City.
This is a relatively constant event in the DC Universe, so much so that in most parallel universes, Thomas Wayne must die. Of course, there are also some special universes where Thomas Wayne does not die; in the Flashpoint universe and other worlds where Bruce Wayne died, he took on the responsibility of Gotham's vigilante and became Batman.
Therefore, it's accurate to say that he's the true Batman. Compared to Bruce, Thomas is more violent and extreme, preferring to use a handgun and showing no concern for the lives of criminals. Of course, he's not the great Dark Knight like his son, but rather a vengeful knight filled with rage and hatred.
This can be seen from the fact that Old Wayne was able to fight his way to become the king of Hell in this hell with his mortal body; his methods are even more unscrupulous than Bruce Wayne's.
"Thomas! Thomas Wayne!"
Ian could certainly recognize the King of Hell in front of him at a glance. After all, all students visit history museums in elementary school, and the story of Batman's father's murder that led to the change of Gotham has even appeared in high school history textbooks. The photos are very clear, and the textbook writers praise this capitalist to the extreme.
He's obviously the kind of guy who's taken a lot of money from Thomas Wayne... Every educated American knows Batman's father, but who would have thought that the master of this city would be Thomas Wayne?
At least Ian hadn't expected it.
Thomas Wayne's appearance surprised Ian.
The former head of the Wayne family, who should have been lying in his grave, now sat on the throne in the tower, smiling as he watched Ian descend from the human world into hell.
He seemed to have anticipated Ian's arrival.
"It's me, perhaps you should call me..."
Thomas Wayne was about to say something.
“Brother Thomas! I’ve talked to Sister Martha about you!” Ian interrupted, managing to elevate his seniority slightly through his own efforts.
This is strength.
It's also true.
Why didn't Ian get to see his sister Martha in heaven?
He's seen it!
By this time, Ian had already processed the information about meeting Batman's father in Hell.
It's not surprising that a capitalist like Old Wayne would appear in Hell, since this is almost always where capitalists end up.
of course.
This does not mean that Thomas Wayne was a completely bad person.
He's the kind of bad person who isn't really that bad.
He also possesses many good qualities.
"..."
Thomas Wayne was very familiar with Ian's kind of behavior; he had seen countless people trying to get on his good side both in life and after death, but this was the first time he had ever met someone with such a pure motive.
The other party wasn't after his money, nor his power in hell—yes, Thomas Wayne was clever; he could see that Ian only wanted to take advantage of young Master Wayne. This thought was pure and fervent, clearly visible in those yearning eyes.
The boy will turn fifteen in a few days.
He genuinely has a desire to be called "uncle" by Batman!
"Brother Thomas! It's so nice to see you!" Ian felt that his little thoughts were not excessive, but rather quite reasonable, after all, he had been calling Batman "uncle" for fourteen years and several hundred days.
Now, of course, it's time for Batman to call him "Uncle" for fourteen years! Ian was a little surprised to see Thomas before, but now he feels that it is perhaps reasonable.
It's all because God wants Batman to call him "uncle"! Otherwise, why would Ian be here? Since this is God's will, Ian certainly wouldn't dare to disobey!