MC Creative Mode: Wholesale Perpetual Motion Machine

Chapter 267 Anti-Comic Book Character Plan... Anti my ass!
Rumble…

Another rumble of thunder boomed, and large raindrops poured down, pelting the neon lights of Gotham City's commercial district and reflecting a hazy, dangerous glow.

The thick, leaden clouds tumbled and distorted under the dazzling lights, like countless lurking demons and monsters baring their fangs and claws.

Batman's gaze pierced through the rain, locking onto the figure at the end of the street.

The seemingly ordinary young man strolled along as if he were leisurely walking in a park, but in the dark night of Gotham, his demeanor seemed so out of place.

Batman flicked his wrist, and a batarang struck precisely on the thigh of a suspicious man who was trying to follow the boy.

The instant the baton collided, a high-voltage current surged through the man's entire body, and he fell straight down into the cold rain without uttering a sound.

As the effects of the electric current subsided, the excruciating pain finally caused him to let out a agonizing howl.

When he saw Batman approaching, he realized what was happening and hurriedly tried to get up and run away.

However, Batman rushed forward in a few strides, kicked him roughly to the ground, grabbed him by the collar as he struggled backward, lifted him up hard, and slapped him several times.

The helmet's built-in scanner completed the identification process almost simultaneously.

“Hector George, dockworker.” A deep, emotionless voice echoed in the night. “Your file shows you have no criminal record and are not a member of any gang, yet you chose to follow a child in the middle of the night.”

Batman's voice carried an all-knowing coldness: "I've seen plenty of guys like you. I know all your tricks."

"They simply want to kidnap him, either to sell him to a gang for a quick buck, or to use him as a pledge of allegiance to infiltrate a gang."

"Is it to satisfy simple greed, or is it because someone in the family is seriously ill and urgently needs money? It's nothing more than these few reasons."

"I...I didn't! Batman, please spare me! This really is my first time...please!" The man's pleas for mercy sounded weak and powerless under Batman's fists.

Batman taught him a lesson he could only endure to the limit.

Only after the man lay motionless on the ground did he hiss, "Get out. Don't let me see you again."

The man struggled to his feet, covered in wounds, and disappeared into the rainy night in a disheveled state.

"Daddy, are you back? Did you bring back any bread?" A small voice rang out in the room.

The man, somewhat flustered, fumbled in the dark to wipe his face with a towel before turning on the light. He said to his hungry child, "I... Daddy forgot by accident, baby. Just bear with it for tonight. I'll definitely take you out for bread tomorrow morning, the kind with butter!"

But all that could be heard from the room was the child's somewhat disappointed reply, while the man fled into the bathroom, crying silently.

ding ding ding...

ding ding ding...

The landline rang again. The man stormed out of the bathroom, grabbed the phone, and yelled, "Who is it?! I already told you I'll pay back your loan sharks next month when I get my salary. No matter how many times you call, I can't possibly pay you back!"

But the voice on the other end of the phone said, "Hector George, right? We are Wayne Enterprises. We have a job offer that might interest you..."

……

The brief encounter gave Batman a preliminary understanding of the boy's style: he seemed to be similar to some extreme heroes, showing no mercy to vicious criminals, but if the other party did not cross his bottom line, he would choose to let them go even if he was attacked.

"Sigh..." Batman looked up at the sky, the corrosive raindrops stinging his face, yet also causing a strange heat, as if his face were burning. "Why is Gotham always filled with so much evil?"

"I suppose there will be quite a few more guys who have ill intentions towards that boy and attempt to kidnap him."

However, as long as these things don't happen in front of him, Batman doesn't really care whether these people are ultimately beaten up or killed by that super-powered teenager.

However, recalling what had just happened, a feeling churning in his chest was a mixture of shame, anger, or both—an emotion that even Batman, known for his expertise in psychology, found difficult to discern.

He tirelessly fights criminals every night, whether they are the heinous scum in the "human bone workshop" or the marginalized people in front of him who are about to degenerate into scum.

How many people has he beaten up or arrested?
Relying on his extraordinary brain and sophisticated memory techniques, he could even clearly recall and depict the faces of every opponent and criminal in every operation.

However, at this moment, these memories he was so proud of made Batman waver for the first time. "My memories, my perspective, are they really completely reliable?" "Can hundreds of damned criminals really fit into one room..."

"Breaking the storyboard? A non-existent middle section? A transitional scene generated and inserted out of thin air?"

"If what he saw is real, then what fraction of the real world am I seeing?"

After a long silence, Batman turned and walked towards the Batmobile. He locked onto the coordinates, used the sonic boom to retrieve the wreckage of the Griffin armor destroyed in the previous battle, and then drove towards the site of the "bone workshop."

At that moment, several homeless men, soaking wet, were crammed into the workshop. Amidst a pile of scraps of flesh, human skin, and bones, they were diligently cutting open a safe in the corner with several chainsaws they had somehow acquired. Sparks flew everywhere.

"It's Batman!" "Run!"

The Batmobile's engine roared to life, and the homeless scatter in panic, grabbing any loose banknotes scattered in the corners.

The Batmobile flashed an energy wave, quickly scanning the entire workshop.

Batman himself carefully observed and ruled out the number of victims, ultimately estimating that the total number of humans killed by that boy was only five.

“Judging from the traces at the scene, he only killed five people…” Batman whispered. “And the ‘several hundred’ he mentioned is not an exact number. Judging from his tone, the number is probably between two hundred and six hundred, which is forty to one hundred and twenty times the actual number.”

"In other words, what I see, conservatively speaking, is only one percent of the world he perceives?"

"Even what I see, less than one percent, is just the perspective from my own 'storyboard'?"

Rumble…

Another thunderclap boomed.

Batman activates the sonic boom and quickly returns to the Batcave.

He put on a helmet covered with electrodes and controlled the main computer through brainwaves, and a series of monitoring images were then projected onto a large screen.

These are images transmitted back by detectors scattered throughout Gotham City.

Although the surveillance footage did not capture the boy's face, Batman used the powerful computing capabilities of his computer to reverse engineer the data. He filtered out the noise of rain from the sound waves received by nearby detectors and reconstructed a blurry three-dimensional image.

In the scene, a blurry human figure emerges from a huge square that appears out of nowhere and then leisurely begins to stroll.

However, as the figure walks, it will suddenly freeze, and only start moving again after a few seconds, repeating this process multiple times.

During these frozen moments, the first few times, it was like teleportation; when they moved again, the humanoid figure had already appeared in another area.

Calculate his stride and walking time; the time he freezes is exactly the theoretical time required to walk from point A to point B.

Batman analyzed carefully: "If the storyboard really exists, then time and distance do not determine the size of the storyboard."

"If we reverse the deduction based on the boy's actions and posture, the storyboard would probably look like this..."

Another series of operations were performed, and the originally three-dimensional model was disassembled, locking in several different observation perspectives from different angles, with the boy as the protagonist, and the location where his body froze each time as the boundary.

Batman pieced these perspectives together to create a comic book-like panel layout. From a comic book perspective, these panels do indeed flow smoothly together, forming a relatively continuous short story.

He rested his chin on his hand, his brows furrowed, and then, based on the changes he had experienced after interacting with the boy, he constructed subsequent related scenes.

Then, a chibi version of Fang Zheng, pulling a chibi version of Batman, clearly appeared on the big screen, crashing through the comic book border and entering another panel.

However, the original two chibi versions of Fang Zheng and Batman still remain in the previous panel.

However, the surveillance footage shows that since then, the boy's actions have never suddenly stopped, as if he has been able to create scenes and insert them in real time in order to break free from the constraints of storyboards.

“System,” Batman whispered, “create a document, codenamed ‘Anti-Comic Panel Interference Project’.”

Slap! He slapped himself across the face, muttering, "How am I supposed to oppose something that sounds so absurd..."

(End of this chapter)