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Chapter 101 The Birth of the Joker

Standing at the crossroads of the street.

Erin seemed to be standing at a crossroads in his life, and he planted his black cane straight on the road.

Then his eyes behind the sunglasses quickly darkened, and he entered a semi-meditative state.

In the surge of spirituality, Erin vaguely saw the omnipresent spiritual world.

After silently repeating "a place that can make me stronger" seven times in his mind, Erin's hand left the black staff inlaid with silver, and the next second, the black staff fell straight forward.

"Should we go straight?"

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Two hours later.

Following the divination guidance of the cane, Erin walked through one crossroads after another.

Then, without realizing it, they entered the most chaotic part of all of New York.

Hell's Kitchen.

This is the most chaotic, vulgar, and filthy place in all of New York and even the entire United States; it is also a breeding ground for evil.

The roadside was dented and cracked, littered with carelessly discarded garbage, which reeked of rotten, sour smells and was extremely pungent.

The streetlights on both sides of the street seemed to be in disrepair over the years, and some of them had poor contact, flickering from time to time, adding an eerie touch to the cold street.

In the alleyways lined with graffiti, under the graffiti-covered walls, one can occasionally see homeless people or drug addicts huddled in the shadows.

sometimes.

They are homeless beggars and unlucky souls wandering the streets, but sometimes, for a bite of food or some powder, they transform into demons, robbing lone women walking in the alleys.

On one of the walls in the alleyways lining the street, there was a sign that read, "Welcome to Hell's Kitchen."

"Hell's Kitchen? I never imagined the divination would lead me here."

Erin had been to this place before when he was looking for revenge against "Giant Ghost" Onic, the leader of the Water Ghost Gang.

Today feels like a return to familiar territory.

but.

What opportunity could I have to become stronger in Hell's Kitchen?

This place is mostly populated by gangs, drug addicts, and criminals.

I want to become stronger in this place.

Does this mean I should use my resentment and venomous emotions to sacrifice all these scumbags?

In that case, although the Vengeful Love Threads can grow a lot, Erin's own strength will not grow much. For Erin, the most urgent task is to improve his strength as soon as possible.

For example, digest the clown potion as soon as possible, and then take the opportunity to activate the mental sequence 7 "The Magician".

Becoming a "Magician" and fully entering the middle ranks will greatly enhance Erin's strength.

At that time, even if we have to deal with the superheroes that are gradually emerging in this world, Erin will be quite confident.

Thinking of this, Erin shook his head.

Besides sacrificing flesh and blood with resentment and venomous emotions.

Is this some kind of message for me to become like that clown from the mental hospital next door, and unify the underground gangs of Hell's Kitchen?

what!

That doesn't seem like a bad idea.

To be honest, the New York mob is not weak.

If we can integrate them and use them for our own purposes, they could be considered decent... cannon fodder!

Besides, if that Joker from the mental hospital next door can unify Gotham and become the key figure among Gotham's various supervillains, there's no reason why I can't do it too!

Although I'm not as crazy as him, we're both "clowns," so there's no reason why he can do it but I can't, right?

Without realizing it, a smile crept onto Erin's lips.

Ok.

It's decided, from today onwards, I'll be called the Joker, the Joker Erin!

This also helps to distinguish it from the main body.

Thinking about this...

Erin.

No.

The clown Erin took the clown mask he had asked for from the backpack behind him and put it on his face.

"Now it looks even more like it."

Looking at his reflection in the wall cabinet by the roadside, the clown Erin exchanged a satisfied glance with the person in the reflection.

This moment.

Within the clown mask on the face of the clown Erin, something invisible seemed to break free of its shackles and mercilessly flood into his mind—terrifying, frightening, bizarre, incomprehensible, and utterly chaotic.

"Hiss~~~"

The clown Erin, whose mind was crammed with all sorts of extremely chaotic things, couldn't help but gasp.

At that moment, a maniacal laugh seemed to suddenly ring out in his mind. The laugh was extremely grating, each laugh sounding as if the person was laughing until they were completely exhausted.

This maniacal laughter seemed to possess a strange magic and infectious power.

The constant attacks corrupted the mind and soul of the clown, Erin.

It seems to want to shape it into its own form.

Beneath that maniacal laughter, the clown Erin's consciousness seemed to gradually descend into madness as well.

At the critical moment, a cosmic brain, seemingly containing an endless universe and countless stars, suddenly appeared in the mind of the Joker, Erin.

He condensed the clown Erin's mental energy into the shape of the Cosmic Brain, and then blocked out that manic, eerie laughter.

Fortunately, even though it was only half of his soul, the Joker Erin's spirit was still far beyond that of an ordinary person.

Otherwise, the image of the cosmic brain would probably not be so easy to condense.

"What the hell is this thing?"

After shaking off the influence of that eerie laughter, the clown Erin quickly removed the clown mask from his face.

He is very clear.

The eerie laughter that had affected his consciousness was definitely related to the clown mask in his hand.

"Damn it, this is clearly just a white object, so why did that happen? What kind of ability should a white object have?"

After removing the mask from his face.

The clown Erin suddenly noticed that the clown mask in his hand seemed to have undergone some unknown change.

Although it looks the same, the texture in your hand and the subtle aura it exudes have transformed this clown mask into something entirely different.

Even from the front, just one glance was enough to shock and distort the mind of the clown, Erin. If he felt this way, one can only imagine how others felt.

If the Joker Erin wore this mask on a normal day, it would definitely put unimaginable pressure on his opponents and intimidate others in an invisible way.

Turning the mask over, the sharp-eyed Joker Erin spotted a sentence that had never appeared before inside the mask.

[Dedicated to my beloved Jerome]

Jerome?

Holy crap.

This mask was actually used by that madman Jerome.

No wonder there was such eerie laughter above; it must have been left by the real clown, Jerome.

After seeing this line of small print, the clown Erin seemed to understand why this clown mask, which was clearly regarded as an ordinary object, possessed such strange abilities.

Ok.

It's not surprising that clown-themed things are a little abnormal.

(End of this chapter)