A Very Human Golden Finger

Time rewound three minutes.

Allen found an outlet and took out the nurse's cap hairpin he had "borrowed" from Catherine earlier.

"I don't fear my body being shattered, but I wish to leave purity to the world."

Then, he resolutely and decisively inserted it into the empty slot.

Snap!

Electricity flashed, and his vision went black.

Arkham Asylum's power tripped and blew a fuse, with Allen successfully burning out the voltage regulator's fuse.

'Host has activated the All-Class System. Currently available classes are Warrior, Thief, Archer. The first class must reach max level before a second class can be established.'

'Selection time exceeded, random assignment in progress.'

'Congratulations to the host for selecting the Thief class.'

'Available timelines are as follows.'

'Good Factions: S.H.I.E.L.D., The Hand, The Department of Observation.'

'Evil Factions: Hydra, The Hand Clan, The League of Assassins.'

'Selection time exceeded, random assignment in progress.'

'Congratulations to the host for selecting The League of Assassins.'

Allen had accidentally activated his cheat, though he was completely unconscious throughout the entire process.

At this moment, Arkham's backup power was restored, but Allen had already vanished without a trace.

Quincy Sharp, hiding in the warden's office, searched through the surveillance footage, reconfirming it over and over, cold sweat unconsciously trickling down his temples onto his shirt.

Warden Quincy knew very well that Arkham Asylum's restart was absolutely not a decision initiated by Director Gordon.

The so-called incarceration of insane criminals was merely a cover-up excuse to the outside world; the real purpose was to constantly monitor and record Allen as the sole target.

His trembling hand dialed a number.

"Fury, the target is missing."

After a brief report, Quincy dialed another number: "Amanda..."

On a snow-covered peak stood an ancient-looking building with an Eastern architectural style.

This place was one of the many training bases for The League of Assassins, where orphans from all over the world were gathered and cultivated into cold-blooded killers.

This base was perpetually covered in snow and was solely used to train adult assassins and warriors in various physical abilities and martial arts.

Ninja Master Ra's al Ghul, dressed in a long robe, solemnly and seriously addressed the crowd, explaining his concept of justice.

"Since ancient times, war has never ceased in this world, and you are all victims who lost loved ones in war. The purpose of my founding The League of Assassins is to end all forms of war and establish a just nation where no one loses loved ones due to war. You will be the judges, personally judging the instigators of war..."

Indeed, The League of Assassins specifically adopted orphans of war, making it easier to shape and brainwash them from a young age, so they could unswervingly carry out assigned missions.

They always regarded themselves as embodiments of justice and viewed the Ninja Master as their spiritual mentor and leader.

"Boss speaks well."

Clap clap clap...

Inappropriate applause suddenly rang out.

In the front row, a man whose mask had a hole cut out around the mouth area clapped his hands up and down, mimicking a gorilla.

That's right, this was Allen, who had time-traveled.

"Boss, I will definitely be the man who silently supports you from behind."

As Allen spoke, he nudged Nyssa and Talia with his elbows, signaling them: "Give some reaction. Boss is speaking so passionately, I almost believed it."

Talia glared fiercely, then cast a look of reproach at Nyssa.

Nyssa's face was full of helplessness, and her heart was filled with regret.

It all started three days ago. She shouldn't have picked up this lunatic from the snow, and then the atmosphere of The League of Assassins changed drastically.

"Why is there a hole in the mask?" Ra's al Ghul asked, frowning.

He had lived for hundreds of years, and his state of mind had long been calm and undisturbed, but now he wanted to reach for his sword, jam it into the other man's mouth, and crush his tongue, silencing him forever.

"Reporting, I can't breathe."

"Then why don't you take off the mask?"

"I want to maintain a little of the mystery of a righteous person."

I'm so stupid, truly.

Knowing he was not normal, I shouldn't have asked foolish questions, or even said another word to him.

"Nyssa, you brought him back, so you are responsible for training him."

Ra's al Ghul emphasized the last three words.

A daughter knows her father best. Nyssa understood immediately, "Father, I get it."

The meaning was simple: train Allen fiercely until he couldn't take it anymore and chose to leave on his own.

Why not just finish him off with a single strike? Ra's al Ghul had always brainwashed the members, instilling in them that they were a righteous organization and couldn't harm innocent people.

Moreover, he was disabled. They should be offering help.

"Follow me."

Nyssa walked ahead with a stern expression, while Allen skipped along behind her.

"Sister, will they be jealous if you train me alone?"

"Sister, won't they be jealous?"

"Sister, won't they want to beat me up?"

"Oh, how scary. Not like me, I only feel bad for my sister."

Allen's flirty and feigned innocence infuriated Nyssa, who clenched her fists, her nails digging into her flesh.

From a distance, Talia watched with schadenfreude, suddenly finding Allen quite pleasing to the eye.

The two sisters, daughters of the Master Assassin, had grown up in the League of Assassins and undergone the same training. Their goal was to succeed the Master Assassin, naturally leading to a competitive spirit. They were happy whenever the other faltered.

Training room.

Nyssa threw a bamboo sword at him and said sternly, "From today on, I will teach you various martial arts until you become a true warrior, or until you can't endure it any longer and choose to give up."

Allen picked up the bamboo sword, placed it at his waist, and struck a pose. He gazed up at the snowy mountains outside the window at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes filled with melancholy and loneliness, like a solitary swordsman reminiscing about his life.

Nyssa frowned, unable to understand what stunt he was pulling now.

The world of the mentally ill was unfathomable. One moment he acted like a flirt, the next he acted aloof. There was no pattern to be found.

"Since it has come to this, I can no longer hide it."

Allen sighed and began to speak to himself, "I once severed eternity with a single sword, blocking the enemies of all realms. Since then, my sword has been sealed for countless ages. Do you truly wish for me to act?"

Nyssa's mouth twitched slightly, and she vaguely felt her emotions spiraling out of control.

You can sever eternity with a sword?

I can break your ribs with a sword.

Nyssa impatiently urged, "Stop the nonsense and attack me."

"Since it cannot be avoided, I must use the ninjutsu I am proud of."

"Ninjutsu?"

Allen explained with a serious face, "I once traveled the world and passed through a place called a ninja village. I learned a powerful ninjutsu there. I'm afraid you might not be able to handle it."

"Heh... show me."

Ninjutsu was a genuine type of martial art, and the League of Assassins had collected quite a few so-called ninjutsu techniques.

Mentioning ninjutsu in front of her, Nyssa felt he was joking.

"Be careful."

Allen gave a warning, then took a deep breath as if accumulating power for a full-force strike.

Seeing this, Nyssa couldn't help but grip her sword hilt, her eyes showing caution and seriousness. She couldn't help but doubt the authenticity of ninjutsu.

"I need to go to the restroom first."

The ultimate secret art of ninjutsu: Poop Release. I can't hold it in.

With a sudden exclamation, Allen walked out without looking back.

"Get back here, you bastard!"

Nyssa roared in anger. This guy was insulting her intelligence.