I'm in an American comic book, and all my teammates are main characters and bosses.

Chapter 65 The Ugly Scenes at the End of the World

Having roughly determined what the original form of this world was like and removed the veil from its top, Ron nodded and looked at Victor, saying, "Continue."

"You're acting like you're my boss."

With a slight pout, Victor gestured to Ron, asking if he wanted to try his drink. Seeing that Ron wasn't interested in the low-temperature solution, Victor clapped his hands, and a small robot nearby brought over some ice cream, popsicles, and other low-temperature desserts.

Since it wasn't poisoned, Ron picked up a popsicle and handed it to Ciri, who was standing next to him, while eating it and watching Victor.

Victor then said:

"The pace of things started to quicken after that. Because the war between Atlantis and the Amazons started so quickly, Europe fell, and the world began to panic. The United Nations, led by the United States, began to try to negotiate peace with Atlantis and the Amazons. But unfortunately, both countries were fighting with the goal of dominating the whole world, so the talks broke down."

"Then, something unexpected happened. The seawater was polluted, and the first to be affected were the Atlanteans. They quickly fled to land, occupied Australia, and built huge seawalls around it. Although it's not very clear, based on the intelligence that Batman intercepted, it seems that the seawater was cursed by something."

"In the end, this is what you see."

Looking around, Victor said nonchalantly, "The cursed seawater entered the entire world through the water cycle. The first people to come into contact with the seawater developed varying degrees of mental symptoms, such as schizophrenia, aphasia, and Parkinson's disease. Later, their bodies became deformed, so people started drinking filtered water. Then the air was also infected by the curse..."

"In the end, all the countries built high walls around their major cities to prevent anything potentially cursed from entering. And Gotham's walls were built by that stinky bat."

"That looks pretty good. Self-sufficient, at least Gotham is still maintaining basic order."

Through the numerous cameras, Ron got a general idea of ​​the state of Gotham City.

Although the atmosphere was decadent and stagnant, filled with an atmosphere of despair and despondency reminiscent of the impending apocalypse, generally speaking, aside from a few driven mad, the vast majority of people were still barely clinging to life. This even led to the emergence of numerous religions.

Looking at the screen, a mocking smile crept onto Victor's lips.

"Isn't it funny? The world is about to be destroyed, and these guys still have the nerve to make a religion. The one on the far left is the Grace Cult, which believes that all curses are punishments given by God, and that by accepting these curses, the soul can be freed."

"The guy next to me is a bit like a hermit from the Black Death era. He would often go to the wall and whip himself, thinking that the harder he whipped himself, the more forgiveness he would receive from God."

"Yeah, the one on the right is just for making money. I don't know what the point of collecting gold and silver treasures is at a time like this."

"That guy over there is a womanizer who uses drugs to get laid. Their cult leader is selling drugs like crazy, hoping to have a good time before the end of the world."

As he spoke, Victor gestured with his chin, "And then there's the funniest one, the Bat-Cult! A religion that believes Batman can save them all—I laughed so hard when I found out! These idiots have been driven mad by the apocalypse, they're beyond saving, and they actually think Batman will save them?! That guy went crazy decades ago when he first appeared, hahaha!"

Ron stroked his chin with interest. He was quite interested in religions that arose from people's survival instincts under the tense conditions of the apocalypse.

Thinking this, Ron asked, "Didn't Batman do anything?"

"I wouldn't care if I gave it to him. At least for that guy, these junks will keep these idiots quiet for a while before they die. Of course, it's not like I'll completely ignore them."

Victor shrugged, leaned back in his chair, and said while drinking water:

"There was this 'happy religion' before, who wanted to have a blast before the world was completely destroyed. They did drugs and killed people indiscriminately, and were promiscuous, like a bunch of monkeys. But surprisingly, it spread faster than anyone could have imagined. But before they could have had their fun for long, Batman hung them all on telephone poles."

"The scene was awful; they were hanging there all night long."

"Some people take too many drugs and their brains are damaged. Their intestines are spilling out, but they're still acting crazy."

Upon hearing this, Ron nodded in understanding.

"To achieve final order in a post-apocalyptic world through fear and despair...that's so Batman-esque."

"Right, I think so too. So, shouldn't we pay the bill?"

"Of course, I'm a person who values ​​contracts very much."

Ron took out the remaining fraction of a gram of white frost and handed it to Victor:

"Come to think of it, all those dead people in Frozen Alley, it seems they all survived thanks to some kind of contraption, right?"

Looking towards a contraption deep inside the laboratory that resembled a particle collider, Ron said, "This is the first time I've seen a combination of modern science and esoteric technology."

"Arcane? You mean magic? The cryogenic generator was sponsored by that stinky bat with the data and materials," Victor said nonchalantly.

"He should be quite familiar with this stuff, probably he's tried quite a few things about resurrecting the dead. Hmm, maybe he's the one who made this world the way it is now? I'm not entirely sure, but it's never a bad thing to be suspicious."

"Interested? I can sell you the design blueprints, as long as you can get me a lot of this stuff called White Frost~"

As he spoke, Victor gently inhaled a little into his nose, and his eyes immediately lit up with pleasure, making the scene suddenly a bit strange.

After thinking for a moment, Ron said, "Okay, but I'm not interested in the freeze generator."

"So what are you interested in?"

"you."

"I?"

Upon hearing this, Victor hesitated for a moment, glancing at Ron with a thoughtful look in his eyes. After thinking for a while, he gritted his teeth and said with a reluctant expression:

"Although I'm not interested in this, and even find it disgusting, given what's called frost... it's not impossible. But you'd better hurry, my coldness comes from the inside out, my rectum is ice-cold, if I'm even a little slow when I poop I'll turn into a chocolate popsicle."

Looking at the half-eaten hazelnut chocolate popsicle in her hand, Ciri fell into a long silence.

(End of this chapter)