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

A collective sigh of relief escaped from beneath a dozen or so owl masks.

But Bane didn't give them a chance to catch their breath. He raised a blood-stained hand and said, "But this reward isn't enough, and besides, just dividing up the Wayne family's inheritance? That's too boring."

The female member tilted her mask slightly upward as she stared at Bane's thick fingers, her heart tightening at his words: "Then what do you want?"

"I want... amber gold!"

……

"Whatever he wants, we should try our best to satisfy him."

After Wang Baixi and Joshua left Wayne Manor and went to the accommodations Alfred had prepared for them, Alfred also told Dick Grayson his thoughts.

Dick sat in his chair, looking at the old butler who stood as straight as a pine tree, his expression wistful: "Ah Fu, do you really think that Easterner wasn't a fraud?"

“He resurrected Mr. Joshua, it’s absolutely true,” Alfred said. “Even if there’s only a one in ten thousand chance, I’d believe him.”

But then Dick sighed softly: "We should have accepted Bruce's death calmly, even Superman dies..."

"But he came back to life!"

"..."

Dick was speechless.

That's true! But the problem is, they're aliens with incredibly advanced Kryptonian technology. What do they have? Super advanced Eastern magic?

“You once told me: It is much better to celebrate the lives of the deceased than to be driven by their deaths.”

Alfred sighed, "But... he might be resurrected."

Yes, perhaps Wang Baixi's Eastern magic really is powerful...

“Okay, you’re right. But we also need to keep a close eye on him, just in case he does something bad. We shouldn’t have the heart to harm others, but we can’t be without the heart to guard against them,” Dick said seriously.

Gotham is in such chaos now that it's hard to believe that Batman's death has turned Gotham back into the most chaotic city in the United States.

“Don’t worry, I’ll keep a close eye on him, Mr. Dick.” Alfred’s expression turned cold. “You don’t need to put so much pressure on yourself. Gotham’s responsibility is never yours alone.”

He said this to Bruce many times.

However, he answered with his actions.

Dick, however, had no intention of upsetting Alfred. He forced a smile and said, "I understand. I'm not alone. I have Robin, the Angel of Death, Oracle, and the GCPD... Whether Bruce comes back or not, I will protect Gotham for him."

"It sounds like you're ready to take over?" Alfred smiled faintly.

"You mean the company?"

“I mean ‘Batman’,” Alfred said. “Batman can be anyone.”

“Me? Batman? Forget it.” Dick smirked.

But then he fell into thought again.

After thinking for a moment, his tone became serious: "Afu, what do you think of the Angel of Death?"

“The Angel of Death? When the Master was alive, he considered training him. But I don’t think he can take on this important task.” Alfred expressed his doubts, “because lately, he has become increasingly… irritable.”

Don't get angry, anger will impair your judgment!

Alfred's words forced Dick to temporarily abandon the idea, but as the midnight bells rang, Dick's mood calmed down considerably.

"Alright, looks like we'll have to put this on hold for now. But now, we have to go on the night shift!! Hopefully, today... well, we won't run into any troublesome guys!"

Chapter Eleven: Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill Kill

Wang Baixi lay on the bed in the presidential suite of the Wayne Hotel, staring at the chandelier on the ceiling that cost him three months' salary, feeling as if he were about to turn into a puddle of liquid.

No need to stand in the guard room of Gotham Cemetery, feeling suspicious and paranoid.

You also don't have to worry about being used as a target by some blind supervillain.

This sense of security, which he could only find in his hometown, almost brought him to tears.

"Once I get the shares and the money, I'll resurrect Bruce Wayne and then leave Gotham immediately," Wang Baixi said to the air, outlining his perfect plan.

Go to Metropolis? Superman's opponent doesn't seem easy to deal with either; he just died once this year, didn't he?

Superman: Aliens have landed on Earth again. Didn't you get notified?

Go to Central City? What if we accidentally get caught in the crossfire?

The Flash: You can't outrun me, you believe that?

A coastal city? I heard they're rebuilding there after the disaster...

Sigh, I guess I'll go to New York. It's chaotic there too, but at least the food at Avengers Tower is supposed to be pretty good. Wait a minute… this world doesn't seem to be connected to Marvel, does it?

I might as well just go back to China!

Regardless, he wanted to buy a house somewhere without the Joker and Bane, preferably facing the sea, where spring would bring warmth and flowers.

After thinking it over, he turned over and buried his face in the pillow, enjoying about three seconds of peace. As a result, the cheat code panel popped up.

[Soul Summoner Wang Baixi]

[Level: 2]

[Skills: Deathrattle (this skill cannot be upgraded), Resurrection LV1]

Experience Points: 2/400

All of this was a reminder to him: Forget sleeping, wake up and get ready! You still need nearly 400 experience points to level up to the next level!

"The problem is, I don't have a way to upgrade either..."

Based on his previous efficiency in chatting with the rat corpses in the cemetery, it would probably take him more than half a month of continuous work to save up enough.

But that's all in the past, because now he's staying at the Wayne Hotel, and the Wayne Hotel's hygiene standards are so high... well, he just encountered a rat.

However, high hygiene standards might mean that cleaners spray pesticides everywhere, resulting in a lot of dead bugs!

Yes, bugs!

Insects are small and numerous, much better than cats and dogs. Why didn't he think of that before?

However, the experience points gained from it may be less.

Wang Baixi sprang out of bed, his bare feet landing on the thick carpet, and began rummaging through the room. He lifted the baseboard behind the curtains, moved the mini bar cabinet, and finally found his target hidden in the gap between the pipes under the bathroom sink.

It was the corpse of a cockroach, shriveled as if it had been weathered for centuries, its six legs curled up in a twisted position, and one of its antennae was broken off.

"Sorry, Xiaoqiang." Wang Baixi placed the cockroach corpse on the coffee table and then reached up with his hands to activate the death spell.

"Insecticide...it pungent...my legs...my legs!"

[Experience points +1]

Current experience points: 3/400

"It just feels like too much trouble..."

Then, his thoughts drifted out of the bathroom and landed on the windowsill.

The exterior lights of the Wayne Hotel attract countless phototactic insects—moths, beetles, mosquitoes—a curse written into their genes that causes them to hover around the lights until they die.

When they end their short lives, their bodies fall into the cracks of windowsills and exterior walls, places that cleaners simply cannot reach.

Yes, these insects are small and numerous, and they die quickly and frequently. It's like a gift of experience from God!

He pushed open the French windows and stepped onto the balcony, the night wind making him shiver. The Gotham night sky was never starless; the dark gray clouds shrouded the entire city like an overturned pot.

However, the lights on the hotel's exterior walls were dazzlingly bright, and countless tiny flying insects swarmed around the lights, weaving an ever-changing web.

Wang Baixi squatted down and ran his hand along the cracks in the windowsill, touching a large pile of dried-up insect corpses.

He gathered the corpses together, carried them back to his room, and poured them onto the coffee table. The pile of small things formed a mound the size of a fingernail.

"start."

He sat cross-legged on the sofa, his hands loosely covering the pile of corpses, continuously uttering death chants.

"The light... such a bright light... I rushed over... and died."

"My wings... my wings are burned..."

"Mating! I want to mate! Mating, mating, mating, mating! Hey, what's this... it's so hot..."

"Laying eggs... I need to find a place to lay eggs... This gap is good... Wait, I'm falling down..."

[Experience points +1]

[Experience points +1]

[Experience points +1]

Wang Baixi remained motionless in that position, watching the numbers on the panel slowly tick like a water meter.

To be honest, it feels like playing an incredibly boring idle game.

What does he need to do? He just needs to put his hand there, and his experience points will automatically increase. The only challenge is enduring the noise bombardment from those insects.

Current experience points: 50/400

After about twenty minutes, he completely drained the remaining consciousness from the pile of corpses.

Wang Baixi opened his eyes, swept the pile of insect remains, which had turned into gray powder, into the trash can, and then ran to the balcony to pick up a handful of fresh corpses before returning.

[Experience points +1]

Current experience points: 150/400

……

[Experience points +1]

Current experience points: 200/400

When Wang Baixi went to the balcony to touch the corpse for the third time, his hand touched the carcass of a beetle that was significantly larger than the surrounding insects.

The beetle's shell still retained its metallic green color, and its six legs were stiffly stretched towards the sky. The preliminary assessment was that the cause of death was hitting the glass, which broke its neck.