I became light in American comics

No, this is definitely Gotham.

He's definitely a Gotham expert; that's spot on.

Of course, the public isn't buying it. Whether it's experts spouting nonsense or the authorities covering it up, it's all standard procedure. The worldly-wise citizens of Gotham are used to it; they believe whatever the authorities say.

"It's true!" one child exclaimed excitedly into the camera. "I really saw Ultraman!"

“My child firmly believes that the nightmare was real, and that the Ultraman we saw was real.”

"This is what a worker said in an interview with Gotham Daily while on his way home from get off work."

"So what do you think?" the reporter asked.

The man hesitated for a moment.

He slowly opened his mouth after a good ten seconds.

“I grew up in Gotham and have been here for forty years. If Gotham has taught me anything, the most important thing is definitely not to trust too easily.”

"The last time I believed in heroes was GCPD Officer Elliott. That pot-bellied guy had a change of heart and rescued a child who had fallen into the water while on patrol. Looking back now, that was probably the only good thing he ever did, and as a result, all the newspapers and media in Gotham wrote about it and portrayed him as some kind of shining hero."

“But just a month later, my aunt was robbed in a convenience store. The ‘heroic’ detective was in the store, just across the shelf. But he ignored it.”

“I know you might cut this part out, but that’s what I wanted to say. Gotham is a place where whenever you think you see a torch—no, even a tiny spark, or the slightest thing that could be called hope—the city immediately swallows it up, throws you into deeper darkness, and tells you the cold reality.”

The reporter thought for a moment: "So, you mean you don't believe it?"

".No."

The man shook his head and said.

“He appeared there, led us out of that nightmare, and told us that we didn’t need to be afraid. I know what I saw; it wasn’t a hallucination.”

"This is the only time I want to believe."

"Your overall energy level has increased by more than 10%, congratulations, sir."

"Underground laboratory," said the artificial intelligence Pal.

At this moment, Shen You was sitting in a game pod-like device he had built himself, his body covered in wires. The monitor in front of him displayed his physical examination data.

This is a device that Shen You built himself, which might be similar to a physical examination for Ultraman. It can scan and assess the intensity and level of light energy within Shen You's body, providing a rough indication of changes in his strength.

The show he put on in front of the entire city in his nightmare was his biggest achievement since landing, and even he could vaguely feel a slight improvement in his basic stats.

He had located Doctor Destiny's location and had even assembled his armor, ready to fly over and capture him himself, but Batman beat him to it.

This also earned Shen You's admiration.

Even as a rookie, he's still the same old guy. For an ordinary person to be able to withstand Doctor Schicksal's nightmares at point-blank range, his willpower is truly godlike.

This saved Shen You the trouble of doing it himself. In any case, he had already reaped the experience in his dream, and he was in a great mood.

I was humming a little tune as I came up from the lab, and I felt much more relaxed.

When Shen You passed by, he noticed that Kara's gaze towards him was different from before; her big eyes were filled with admiration and a hint of awe.

"what happened?"

"without"

The girl paused for a moment to think it over.

"You're so amazing!" she said sincerely. "I had no idea you were so incredible."

Shen You chuckled and patted her little golden head: "Study hard and practice hard, and master the skills I'm going to teach you as soon as possible. I guarantee you'll be even better than this in the future."

"Really?" Kara asked, her face full of doubt.

After all, Shen You's performance in the dream was simply invincible, almost like a god. Looking at herself, with her fair and delicate hands and flawless skin...

Is it really that powerful?

She was a little skeptical.

"Trust me, you won't go wrong." Shen You said earnestly.

"Okay, okay." Kara nodded weakly.

Shen You wasn't just making things up. After all, he was just a scientist, without the power of a space patrol. If he didn't work hard, Karado could catch up to him in no time by sunbathing.

Tom came to the store early this morning, looking quite excited and in high spirits.

Upon seeing Shen You, he couldn't contain himself and exclaimed, "Boss Shen! I have a new idea; this book is guaranteed to be a huge hit!"

Shen You glanced at him, already used to it.

"Isn't winning simply by not turning the plane upside down?"

Tom blushed and shook his head: "That vest was unlucky, I've already thrown it away. That's not the point! This idea is different, it'll definitely work!"

As he spoke, he revealed a mysterious and smug expression.

"This time I'm going to write an Ultraman book!"

"what?"

Shen You, who was initially uninterested and didn't want to listen, stopped in his tracks and raised an eyebrow.

Writing about me? Did you pay the copyright fee?

"Hahaha, that's right! This time it's a story about love and hope, about a giant from outer space with godlike power who redeems this sinful world, a story about a monk from afar who can chant sutras!"

It sounds weird.

Oh well, he's a loser anyway, nobody reads what he writes, let him do whatever he wants.

Shen You shrugged. "Like I said, not entering the palace is a victory."

"No way, I swear on my honor this time." Tom pulled a notebook from his bag. "Don't bother me. I'm telling you now, I'm going to write the beginning right here today. I'm not going back until I've finished it!"

"Well, then come on."

"."

After one hour.

Tom had somehow ended up sitting next to a pretty girl at the next table, and the first seven words he had just written had already been tossed aside.

"Hey, beautiful," he said with a grin, "Want to know my secret identity?"

The girl glanced at him: "What? Are you Batman or something?"

“Ha, of course not.” Tom puffed out his chest. “I’m a well-known online writer.”

The girl looked him up and down, then smiled awkwardly but politely.

"Ah."

Chapter 34 Dark and windy night

A gloomy night. Lights flickered on buildings and streets, dark clouds shrouded the city, even the starlight and moon were obscured by darkness. Occasionally, whispers broke the silence of the streets, interspersed with the meows of cats and the roar of car engines. An eerie atmosphere permeated the air, carrying an ominous air.

In a corner of the city, thick smoke rose from the chimney of an old building. Two figures, one tall and one thin, walked side by side at the dark alley entrance.

They are agents of the Sky Eye.

A few days ago, a bizarre event occurred in Gotham City that defied scientific explanation. The vast majority of the city's residents were dragged into a nightmare, where a giant named "Ultraman" appeared and defeated the culprit of the nightmare in an inexplicable way, saving the city.

The incident naturally attracted the attention of the Sky Eye. In fact, Sky Eye had been keeping an eye on Gotham for a long time. Ever since Starro the Great was turned into fireworks by the red-silver giant's hand-pulled beam, Sky Eye had been searching for any trace of the giant.

Therefore, when Ultraman reappeared, their attention turned to Gotham.

These two agents came for this purpose. However, their mission wasn't exactly top-secret; they were simply investigating in Gotham to gather detailed information about that nightmare.

They had just finished their late-night snack and were leaving the restaurant to head towards their safe house.

"So, we already knew that aliens really exist?" the tall, thin agent asked in surprise.

"Of course, otherwise why do you think our Sky Eye exists?" the short agent said matter-of-factly.

The two were a classic veteran-mentor-rookie duo. The tall, thin agent was a newcomer who had just been transferred to Sky Eye this month, and clearly didn't know enough about the department's history.

"Uh, I thought our existence was just in case or something," the tall, thin agent said. "You know, like sending messages into space based on the possibility that aliens exist."

"And then an alien tells you 'don't answer'?"

The short agent shook his head.

"You really need to go back and brush up on your knowledge, newbie. In fact, FAST's first contact with extraterrestrial affairs happened much earlier than you think."

"Big Brother must have been in the organization for a long time, right?"

"Not long, maybe twenty years," the short agent said, unconsciously puffing out his chest. "But to be honest, I'll definitely experience more than you."

"Back in the day, on a top-secret mission, I was all alone, armed only with a gun, and I fought my way from the coastal city to the metropolis without even blinking."

"Huh?" the tall, thin agent exclaimed in surprise. "Don't your eyes get dry?"

The short agent abruptly shut his mouth and glared at him expressionlessly.

I said I kill people without blinking, and you ask me if my eyes are dry?

The short agent immediately shut his mouth, and continued walking without saying a word, his face dark.

The tall, thin man asked weakly, "Big brother?"

"Shut up," the short agent said coldly. "I don't want to talk."

"But brother, it looks like someone is following us."

"I said I don't want to. Hmm?"

The short agent raised an eyebrow.

The tall, thin agent was right. They were being watched; someone was following them.

That in itself isn't surprising. After all, this is Gotham, and people die every day. Heaven knows how many skeletons lie beneath Gotham Harbor, and how many wronged souls wander.

However, based on experience, the elderly, women, children, or lone pedestrians are more likely to be targeted. It's relatively rare for two grown men like them—whose appearances suggest they're not to be trifled with—to be targeted.

Is it robbery?

Or perhaps it could be said that it was a sexual assault?

The tall, thin agent touched his fair face, and suddenly seemed to understand something.