American comics: This guy is crazy.

Chapter 401 The Seventh Multiverse Line, The Darkest Night

Midnight.

Tony moved into his new home with his wife and daughter.

The seaside villa, originally located in the suburbs, was destroyed in a sneak attack by the Extremist organization.

However, for Tony, who has a fortune of hundreds of billions, the loss is negligible.

Because of Morgan's kidnapping experience, Chili Pepper was worried that it would happen again, so she decided to sleep with her daughter.

It's possible that Morgan got up in the middle of the night, transformed into a Saipan agent, and slipped away.

Tony finished washing up, lay down on the bed, and casually turned off the light, preparing to fall asleep.

Just as he closed his eyes, a figure moved silently in the darkness.

pat!

A single flame illuminated the firelight.

The sparks that were ignited by the fuse then began to burn.

Upon hearing the noise, Tony opened his eyes to check the situation.

Suddenly, a figure lifted the blanket.

crackling sounds...

The sound of firecrackers echoed muffledly under the covers.

In an instant, Tony hurriedly threw off the covers, rolled out of bed, and reached out to turn on the light.

"Allen!?"

He saw Allen standing at the foot of the bed, holding a lighter, angrily questioning, "Are you out of your mind? Why are you setting off firecrackers on my bed?"

"Who told you not to call me uncle?"

The retaliation is over.

It's over.

Allen stepped into the portal with a flourish, leaving without looking back.

However, as Tony waited blankly for the firecrackers to go off, he recalled the threatening words Allen had spoken on the island.

"I'm so damn #@￥￥@, it's really #R$#$@, damn it #@#￥#￥*……"

Tony could only curse helplessly, his words laced with a strong sense of sarcasm.

……

The next day.

Allen left home early in the morning.

It's market day again, Friday.

Charities distribute extra supplies on Fridays because people need to rest on weekends and are worried that the homeless will have nowhere to eat. So, they give them two extra days of food to ensure they can get through the weekend safely.

Squeezed in the crowd, Allen scrambled to rummage through the clothes in the metal frame.

"Holy crap, new shoes, they're so beautiful!"

In the end, Allen managed to snag a pair of blue rubber-soled flip-flops and left the treasure chest opening session satisfied.

The volunteers were already used to it.

Allen was often seen coming to collect supplies.

Although he was wearing clean hospital gowns and didn't have the body odor of a homeless person, he never took more than his share and was sometimes very picky.

This time, they only took a pair of slippers, ignoring the rest of the clothes and pants.

"Allen, aren't you going to pick up a casual outfit?"

Volunteer Mary kindly reminded her, "Wearing a hospital gown can easily attract strange looks."

"No way, I think being mentally ill is pretty good."

Allen had an expression that said, "I'm mentally ill and I'm proud of it."

Sure enough, his inexplicable self-confidence remained unchanged.

Seeing this, Mary stopped trying to persuade her.

They even knew that this guy was a superhero, just mentally unstable.

"I'm so conflicted. I want new shoes, but I can't bear to part with my slippers."

Allen looked at the brand new flip-flops with a bitter expression, torn between the two.

"Why don't you wear them on your hands?" Mary suggested casually.

Suddenly, Allen's eyes widened in shock.

"I was just kidding, don't be angry."

Upon realizing that mental illness was abnormal, Mary mistakenly thought she had angered Allen and quickly changed her words.

"Shit, you're a genius! How come I didn't think of that?" Allen said happily.

"..."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Allen put on flip-flops and then did a handstand, walking on his hands.

"goodbye!"

Before leaving, Allen very politely waved his foot.

On this day, a mentally ill person appeared in Gotham City, walking upside down with slippers on both hands, causing passersby to give him a wide berth.

"Father, do you think it's Allen?"

On the rooftop, Damian pointed to a figure.

Bruce, standing beside him, glanced over and frowned, saying irritably, "Ignore him, let him play by himself."

Recently, the comedy troupe has been making a lot of moves, and he's been a bit overwhelmed.

Meanwhile, Alan, who had formed the comedy troupe, did not step in to stop it, which infuriated Bruce.

At this moment, Allen stopped and looked at the lawn next to a residential building.

"An old-fashioned television."

On the lawn, a pile of miscellaneous items are unwanted furniture belonging to the residents, placed outside waiting for someone who needs them to take them.

After all, labor costs are very high in America; hiring someone to clean it up could cost several hundred dollars.

"Wild resources have respawned."

Allen looked around and, finding no one paying attention, quickly picked up the TV and rushed towards Arkham Asylum.

You should know that the last time he traveled back in time, he brought back a videotape that summoned Sadako, which required an old-fashioned television to play.

First, I had no money; second, no one was selling worthless antiques.

He excitedly grabbed the TV and rushed back to Arkham Asylum.

The security guards on duty all looked at them with surprise.

In their understanding, Allen usually comes home late at night, so it's a bit unusual for him to come home during the day.

Of course, who cares about the thoughts of a mentally ill person?

I returned to my private room and locked the door.

Allen found the socket, plugged in the power, and turned on the TV to confirm that it could play normally.

"Ah Zhen, after so long, we can finally meet again."

As he spoke, he pulled a videotape from his crotch and inserted it into the notch at the bottom of the television screen.

Allen, looking on with anticipation, pulled his pants down to his knees, facing the screen directly, and said cheekily, "I'm going to give Zhen a surprise. The ring on it is my proposal, hehe... Zhen will definitely be very happy."

However, Allen's expression froze instantly.

……

"The spacetime anchor point has been locked; the host may proceed with the journey."

Currently, the available classes are Paladin, Necromancer, and Druid.

Friendly reminder: The difficulty of leveling up the seventh profession has been increased by 150%.

……

The sudden seventh time travel caught Allen completely off guard.

"System, are you doing this on purpose?"

Allen said angrily, "Can't you just hope I can find a partner and not want me to be a single dog for the rest of my life?"

The system prompted that the time for selecting a profession was decreasing by the second, but the person involved remained unmoved and continued to curse and grumble to himself.

……

"Selection timed out, random assignment in progress."

"Congratulations, host, on choosing the Necromancer class."

……

The following multi-line options are available:

The forces of justice: the Alliance of Wonders, the Council of Elements, and Cybertron.

『The Evil Faction: The Kang Dynasty, the Deadpool Legion, and the Darkest Night』

……

"I won't choose that. I want to have a secret rendezvous with Ah-Zhen."

Allen angrily said, "Nanawi already has a girlfriend, but I'm the main character! How can I be all alone? Is there no justice? Is there no law? You stupid author, come out here! I want to build a harem! I want to be a stallion! I want to seduce every girl I see and dump her one by one..."

Allen, engrossed in his tirade, completely ignored the system notification time.

I've already gotten used to passively accepting things, so it doesn't matter which world I go to.

……

"Selection timed out, random assignment in progress."

"Congratulations, host, for choosing the Darkest Night."

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(End of this chapter)