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

No one answered him.

"Hey, are you all deaf?! This is a resurrection ceremony, not a mourning ceremony!"

A light suddenly popped up on the main screen.

The oracle's emergency communication came through, and her voiceprint icon was jumping anxiously.

"Ladies and gentlemen, several unauthorized drones are dropping weapons on downtown Gotham City from over Blackgate. All GCPD communications channels are virtually paralyzed. Five minutes ago, Bane announced to the entire city in a public video that he was about to take control of Gotham."

"Can Batman solve all this?" Wang Baixi asked, looking at the big screen.

"The key to solving everything does not lie with him personally. But there are some things more precious than power. That is the 'flag'."

Gotham has descended into chaos, and only one person can brave the raging storm, and only one person's name brings a glimmer of hope to this cursed city.

That name is definitely not "Bruce Wayne," it can only be "Batman."

Tim turned to look at Wang Baixi; no one understood the role of "Batman" as a spiritual symbol better than him.

"We need Batman, Wong. Gotham needs him."

The Angel of Death chimed in, "A step later and Bane would have destroyed this place."

“This is a multiple-choice question.” Tim’s eyes reddened slightly. “But he already gave the answer, didn’t he?”

Wang Baixi looked at Tim, at this precocious boy, at his already moist eyes, and at the line of skill descriptions that floated quietly in his mind.

He couldn't help but smile bitterly.

"I mean: are you sure Batman wanted this? Maybe he never wanted to come back to life. Maybe he felt his mission was complete and he could finally rest."

"Perhaps our decision is just forcing a dead man to continue living for us?"

"Maybe he doesn't want to be Batman anymore. He wants to be forgotten. He wants to have a good dream."

Inside the bat cave, something heavier than silence began to ferment.

Damn it, why is he starting this emotional drama? Do you even know what you're saying, Wang Baixi?!

The oracle's voice also reached everyone's ears: "Yes, we are pressuring him, just as he is pressuring himself to become Batman. Because we need him, because this city needs him."

"And now, Wang, Batman needs you."

The Angel of Death turned his head away. “People must understand: Batman was not defeated by Bane, so that no one will forget what he represents.”

Mr. Freeze couldn't help but interrupt: "How could anyone forget that madman?"

“No, anything is possible, because he’s been resting for too long.” Tim smiled sadly.

Standing in front of the coffin, Wang Baixi suddenly had many thoughts.

He recalled the first time he stood before Bruce Wayne's tombstone, feeling that in this gritty comic book world, death was no big deal.

Now it seems that this is indeed the case.

Death may be temporary, but oblivion is eternal.

Yes, especially in the world of comics.

"Did you hear that, Batman? These guys are just waiting for you to get up and work overtime. This is the fate of the caped gladiator." Wang Baixi lifted the coffin lid.

The man in the coffin was dressed in a clean, dark suit, his hands folded over his abdomen, his face pale, his lips slightly purple, but his features still strong.

He raised his eyebrows, then gently placed his hands on Bruce's chest.

[Echoes of the Styx... Activated.]

"I will pay with 97 hours of my life to reduce the cooldown of the skill [Resurrection]," he thought to himself.

[Skill reduction successful! Skill experience points +97!]

[Skill: Resurrection]

[Level: LV2]

Skill Experience Points: 0/300

[Skill Description: Can resurrect mortals who died within the last 300 years]

Cooldown time: 6 day

After seeing the upgraded resurrection technique, Wang Baixi was surprised to find that not only was the cooldown time shortened, but the range of resurrection years had also been expanded.

Unfortunately, after using this resurrection technique, he only had 5 mana points left.

“Rise, Batman!” he whispered.

The first wisp of warmth flowed from Wang Baixi's palm and spread across Bruce's chest, followed by the second and third wisps.

Everyone held their breath, watching all of this unfold.

They were wondering what the initial resurrection of the dead would be like, but before they could react, Bruce's hand moved first.

In a certain place, at a certain month of a certain year, a machine that had been forgotten in the darkness for a long time received an instruction it thought it would never receive again.

So it took action: it woke up.

With the incredibly clear sound of inhalation as his alveoli reopened, Bruce Wayne's chest slowly rose.

Wang Baixi heard that breath, but he didn't say anything. He just pressed his hand on Bruce's chest down a little more so that he could feel the other's heartbeat.

One sound after another.

[Resurrection spell has taken effect]

[Skill experience points +20!]

[Target of resurrection: Bruce Wayne]

[Soul Strength: S+]

[Current Status: Revived, requires first mana infusion within seven days]

[Host has been detected to have used "Echoes of the Styx". Skill restrictions: The resurrected target cannot leave the host by more than 2 kilometers; Restriction countdown: 24 hours]

What kind of bullshit restriction is this?

The Angel of Death straightened up from the rock wall, and his usually cold and sharp eyes were now shining with something he thought he had long since lost.

"Good morning, Batman," Wang Baixi said with a smile.

At that moment, Bruce Wayne opened his eyes, his breathing becoming strong after the initial awkwardness, and his gaze slowly swept across the cave ceiling, just as he did every time he woke up from a nightmare.

Hmm... why does the Bat Cave always seem like a mess?

Who is this Asian man who has his hand on my chest?

Why is everyone staring at me? Am I asleep?

The Angel of Death, Tim, Batcomputer, two unfamiliar Asians, and...Mr. Freeze? No, what's he doing here?

This dream is really a bit bizarre!

Bruce Wayne only remembered seeing Bane's狰狞 (zhengning, meaning ferocious or hideous) face the last thing he saw before closing his eyes. He quickly realized what was happening.

"What happened, Tim?"

“So much has happened, so much has happened, Bruce,” Tim replied, fighting back tears.

His response was a chaotic mess on the main screen of the Batcave.

Criminals are taking over the city's streets, and the police have been mobilized in full force. The date in the lower right corner of the screen indicates that he has been on leave for a long time.

Then, Bruce Wayne stood up, his voice so hoarse and deep that everyone present understood that the resolute voice did not belong to Bruce Wayne, but to Batman:

"I am back."

Chapter 41 Wang something, Bai something, never heard of them.

Fifteen minutes later, Bruce Wayne was already wearing the familiar Batman suit, but without the hood.

His cold, angular face and the armor that accentuated his muscular physique made it seem as if a broken spine and a deep sleep were just a nightmare from the previous night.

During those fifteen minutes, he listened briefly to Tim's report and learned what had happened during his "absence." He knew everything he should and shouldn't have known.

Besides the existence of the Court of Owls, the most important things are naturally the resurrection of Joshua Wayne and the appearance of the mysterious Wang Baixi.

Having traveled the world for so many years, he also has a considerable understanding of supernatural forces such as magic.

He had heard of, and even seen, all those eerie and sinister legends, including Lady Shangdu's prophecy, Zatana's spells, and the Doctor of Fate's helmet, let alone prepared any countermeasures for them.

But what about Wang Baixi? There's no record of him in his memory palace.

The key point is that this guy also said that within 24 hours of his resurrection, it's best not to leave him for more than two kilometers. What kind of resurrection magic is this?

They really are mysterious Easterners.

The only thing he was certain of was that the kid had told a small lie: Wang Baixi's master was most likely not some Tibetan hermit, because he couldn't speak a word of Tibetan. Of course, it was also possible that the promotion of Mandarin was too effective.

If he insisted on getting to the bottom of it, he could only turn to his friend, the sorceress Zatana.

But that's for later. Right now, he needs to stabilize Gotham.

Bruce sat in his chair, watching the less-than-optimistic situation in Gotham on the main screen in the Batcave. Gotham's situation was like a game of chess with pieces scattered; he needed to find the most crucial piece as quickly as possible.

He quickly reached a conclusion.

He first opened the permissions panel of the Bat Cave and entered a few characters.

“Wang… Bai Xi? That’s your name, right?” he asked Wang Bai Xi in relatively standard Chinese as he typed on the keyboard.

“Absolutely accurate. What’s wrong, Mr. Bruce?” Wang Baixi replied with a smile.

"Didn't you say that I couldn't be more than two kilometers away from you for the time being after my resurrection? To facilitate our operations, I've entered your name into the Batcomputer. From now on, you can access some permissions of the Batcave, including communication channels, real-time intelligence, and driving permissions for the Batmobile."

Upon hearing this, Wang Baixi was completely surprised that Batman accepted him, a guy of unknown origin, so quickly. But when those solemn and calm eyes fixed on him, he couldn't help but feel a chill run down his spine.

This is the most suspicious and resourceful superhero in the world. Would you dare to look him in the eye for more than ten seconds?

"Thank you for your help, Mr. Bruce," Wang Baixi said with a forced smile.

“No need to say that, King. If it weren’t for you, I’m afraid I would never have seen the sun rise over Gotham again.” Bruce’s gaze shifted to Mr. Freeze beside him. “Besides, we both have the same enemy now, don’t we?”