American comic book: After mastering resurrection, I became incredibly popular.

“No, those weapons were given to us by Mr. Freeze himself. We reached some simple cooperation with him,” Tim said, trying to sound casual.

"Mr. Freeze?"

"And the Penguin."

……

[Current experience points are full, host is leveling up...]

A brand new class system has been unlocked...

[The host can choose one of the following professions to change to and obtain the exclusive skills of that profession:]

【Ⅰ. Ferryman of the Styx: This profession can open a passage to Hell for the host】

【II. Spirit Binder: This profession can help the host control undead creatures】

Can I change jobs?

The problem is, why are the descriptions of these professions so abstract?

Wang Baixi took a closer look and thought, "Opening a passage to hell? That sounds rather mystical."

Maybe we could use it to resurrect Batman? But going to hell to rescue people sounds like something Constantine would do.

But after pondering for a while, he still chose [The Ferryman of the Styx].

[The host has been promoted to "Ferryman of the Styx"]

[Resurrection spell cooldown countdown: 103 hours]

[Wang Baixi, the Soul Reaper and Ferryman of the River Styx]

[Level: 5]

[Skills: Echoes, Resurrection LV.1, Instant Recovery, Soul Vortex LV.1, Soul Elegy LV.5, Life Reversal, Echoes of the Styx]

Experience points: 0/4800

[Maximum Mana +5!]

[Mana cap increased to 50/50!]

[Replenishing host's mana...]

[Mana replenishment rules updated: At 1 AM, the host will be automatically replenished with mana equal to 50% of their maximum mana.]

The host's original skill "Deathrattle" has been upgraded to "Echoes".

【Skill Name: Echo】

[Level: This skill cannot be upgraded]

[Consumable: None]

Cooling: None

[Skill Description: Building upon the existing "Death Whisper," this skill allows you to perceive residual information such as images, sounds, and emotions from the remains of humans who died within the last seven days, occurring in the ten minutes preceding their death. Each reading of the echo grants a fixed 5 experience points.]

[Acquired a new skill: Life Rewind]

[Skill Name: Life Reversal]

[Level: This skill cannot be upgraded]

[Cost: Passive skill, no active cost]

Cooling: None

[Skill Description: The host will gain extremely strong self-healing abilities. When the host suffers any form of injury, the wound will heal at a visible speed. The more fatal the injury, the faster the recovery speed, but the recovery process will rapidly consume physical and mental energy.]

[Note: This skill cannot be used after all signs of life have been lost]

[Learn a new skill: Echoes of the Styx]

【Skill Name: Echoes of the Styx】

[Level: This skill cannot be upgraded]

[Cost: 15 Mana]

Cooling time: 36 hour

[Skill Description: The host can "store" a corresponding life scale at a 1:1 ratio to reduce the cooldown time of any skill other than this one; each reduction will increase the corresponding skill experience points. Skills whose cooldown time has been reduced in this way will have any restrictions applied for 24 hours after use.]

Wang Baixi stared at the skill descriptions in surprise, then fell into thought. The former seemed like a mini-Deadpool, while the latter could reduce skill cooldown time? The question was, what did "[Deposit]" mean?

Is this just another way of saying "deduction"?

If that's the case, then he only needs to pay 103 hours of his life to immediately use the resurrection spell.

No, upon closer inspection, it's actually not necessary to go that far; a few hours later doesn't matter.

As Mr. Freeze said, time and life are the most precious things in the world. And now, these two are intertwined, awaiting Wang Baixi's decision.

However, he quickly made up his mind.

What does a hundred hours mean to him personally? He's still at an age where the future is more important than the past. He can't just sacrifice his life points and die prematurely, can he?

Whether Batman will be resurrected so quickly depends on Tim and his team's decision; he also can't be sure if he rescued Dick.

What if that guy dies too?

"You look depressed?" Mr. Freeze leaned against the cryo-chamber, looking at Wang Baixi listlessly.

"Well, it's alright."

"I thought you were blaming me for dragging you into this, because you don't look too well."

"No, I just haven't been sleeping well."

With Mr. Freeze, their "claw nemesis," around, there's nothing to worry about.

But morning will come soon.

Chapter Forty: Batman, Resurrected

Nobody likes Gotham mornings: the thick fog, the gloomy atmosphere, is enough to make anyone who draws back the curtains give up their fighting spirit and obediently go back to sleep.

The Wayne Group's board of directors particularly agrees with this.

On the top floor of Wayne Building, in the boardroom, a long table was filled with VIPs in suits, and the atmosphere in the room was tense.

If you add up the wealth of this group of well-dressed people, it must be billions, but right now they're like vendors haggling over prices in a market, chattering away incessantly.

“Mr. Pennyworth, I’ll say it again.” An independent director with graying hair glared at Alfred. “You have no right to transfer five percent of the shares to a Chinese man of unknown origin. You need to know that you have a fiduciary duty to the board of directors!”

“Moreover, you have no right to let this…” He gestured with his chin toward Joshua, who was standing next to Alfred, “…this gentleman who claims to be a ‘distant relative’ of the Wayne family enter the management.”

Another director slammed a document on the table.

“Mr. Pennyworth, we have investigated all your recent financial movements, and we have reason to suspect that you are trying to exploit Bruce Wayne’s death for your own benefit, or even to embezzle Wayne Corporation’s assets!”

"Distinguished directors, please calm down." Alfred stood at the end of the long table, his demeanor still humble and polite. "Mr. Joshua's DNA test report has been submitted to the legal department, and he is fully qualified to work for Wayne Corporation. As for the five percent of shares under Mr. Wang Baixi's name, that was a decision made by Mr. Bruce before his death."

But the noise in the conference room did not diminish at all.

"Before death? That means there's no way to verify it now that the person is dead?"

“Pennyworth, how much does it cost to forge a DNA report?”

"So what if that's the case? Wayne Group is no longer the family business it was a hundred years ago!"

"Ladies and gentlemen, Mr. Bruce's rightful heir is Richard Grayson, and we should ask for his opinion, but he has been missing for over forty-eight hours! According to New Jersey law, if he remains missing, we will..."

“We will announce his death and place his estate into a charitable trust.”

At that moment, the meeting room door was pushed open.

Dick Grayson was dressed in a clean and sharp black suit, his tie was neatly tied, and his hair was combed so neatly that it was shiny.

Everyone was shocked, thinking: Dick Grayson, you're not dead?

"Gentlemen," he said, walking up to Alfred, "I was only gone for a short while, and you're already declaring me dead?"

Within seconds, the entire conference room was filled with the sound of heavy breathing.

“Mr. Grayson…you…you’re not…”

“I wasn’t kidnapped, nor am I dead.” Dick pulled up a chair and sat down. “I just went out to take care of some personal business. As for this Mr. Joshua, he is indeed a blood relative of the Wayne family, not just ‘claiming to be.’ I vouch for them as Bruce Wayne’s adopted son.”

Joshua, who was sitting in the corner, slowly stood up, took out a paper list from his briefcase, and handed it to Dick, who then pushed it onto the long table.

"On another note, according to Alfred's investigation, the people on this list have been buying large amounts of Wayne Group put options through several hedge funds in the Cayman Islands in the past 48 hours, attempting a hostile takeover after the stock price crashes..."

“Several gentlemen’s names happen to overlap with this list. Should I read them out one by one?” Dick looked at everyone with interest.

Several people were already sweating profusely.

"Oh, right, there's one more thing I need to tell you all. Not only am I fine, but Bruce is fine too."

……

[Resurrection spell cooldown countdown: 97 hours 5 minutes]

Inside the Batcave, Bruce Wayne's coffin sits on the platform in front of the main control console.

The coffin was undecorated, clean and serene. Alfred had thoroughly deodorized it; the group could only detect a faint, unpleasant odor.

The man who had been frozen in time stood on the left side of the platform, his red goggles reflecting a dim light.

Cassandra stood silently on the right side of the platform, gazing at the coffin, inside which lay the person she revered.

The Angel of Death and Tim stood beside Wang Baixi, waiting for Wang Baixi to make his move.

Looking at the coffin, Wang Baixi couldn't help but speak:

Are you sure you want to resurrect him?

No one answered him.

"Perhaps after this resurrection, he may die again, and we don't know when we will meet again."