A Very Human-Centered Cheat

Three minutes earlier.

Allen successfully found an outlet and pulled out the nurse's cap pin he had swiped from Catherine earlier.

"Let my body be shattered without fear, yet leave innocence in this world."

Then, decisively, he shoved it into the empty slot.

Crack!

Sparks flashed, and his vision went black.

Arkham Asylum lost power and tripped its breakers. Allen had successfully blown the voltage regulator's fuse.

The host had activated the All-Class System. Available classes: warrior, thief, archer. Once the first class reached maximum level, a second class could be established.

Selection timed out. Random assignment in progress.

Congratulations, host. You have selected the thief class.

Available timelines are as follows.

Justice faction: S.H.I.E.L.D., The Hand, The Department of Observation.

Evil faction: Hydra, The Hand Clan, The League of Assassins.

Selection timed out. Random assignment in progress.

Congratulations, host. You have selected The League of Assassins.

Allen had stumbled into activating his cheat, naturally while unconscious the entire time.

By then, Arkham Asylum's backup power had been restored, while Allen had already vanished without a trace.

Hiding in the director's office, Quincy Sharp searched through the surveillance footage, carefully reviewing it again and again. Cold sweat trickled from his temples onto his shirt without him noticing.

Director Quincy knew perfectly well that Arkham Asylum's reopening had absolutely not been a decision proposed by Commissioner Gordon.

The supposed incarceration of insane criminals was nothing more than bullshit cover for the outside world. The real purpose was to monitor and document Allen, their sole target, at all times.

With trembling hands, he dialed a number.

"Fury, the target has disappeared."

After that brief report, Quincy dialed another number. "Amanda..."

Amid snow-covered peaks stood an ancient Eastern-style building.

This was one of The League of Assassins' many training bases, where orphans gathered from around the globe were raised into cold-blooded killers.

This particular base remained covered in ice and snow year-round, used solely to train adult assassins and warriors in physical conditioning and martial skills.

The Ninja Master, Ra's al Ghul, stood before the crowd in a long robe, solemnly and seriously expounding upon his ideals of justice.

"From ancient times to the present, war has never ceased in this world. All of you are victims who lost your families to war. My purpose in establishing The League of Assassins is to end every form of war and create a just nation where no one loses their loved ones to it. You will be the judges, personally judging the culprits who ignite wars..."

Indeed, The League of Assassins specifically adopted war orphans. It was convenient to mold and brainwash them from childhood, ensuring they would steadfastly carry out their assigned missions.

From beginning to end, they saw themselves as embodiments of justice and regarded The Ninja Master as their spiritual mentor and leader.

"Well said, Boss."

Clap, clap, clap...

An ill-timed burst of applause suddenly rang out.

In the front row, a man whose mask had a hole cut around the mouth clapped with his hands alternating up and down, imitating a gorilla.

That was right. He was Allen, who had crossed over from another timeline.

"Boss, I'll definitely become the man who silently supports you from behind."

As Allen spoke, he bumped Nyssa and Talia with his elbows on either side and gestured. "Give him some reaction. Boss's speech was so heartfelt, I almost believed it myself."

Talia shot him a vicious glare, then turned a reproachful look on Nyssa.

Nyssa's face was filled with helplessness and regret.

It had begun three days ago. She should never have picked this lunatic up from the snow. After that, The League of Assassins' whole vibe had abruptly changed.

"Why did you cut a hole in your mask?" Ra's al Ghul asked with a frown.

He had lived for centuries, and his heart had long become calm and unruffled. Yet now, he wanted to shove his sword into the other man's mouth and shred his tongue, ensuring he would never speak again.

"Reporting in, I can't breathe."

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

"I want to maintain a little of a righteous person's mystique."

I'm such an idiot. Truly.

Knowing he wasn't normal, I shouldn't have asked such a stupid question. I shouldn't even say another word to him.

"Nyssa, you brought him back. You will be responsible for training him."

Ra's al Ghul emphasized the final three words.

A daughter knew her father best. Nyssa immediately understood. "Father, I understand."

The meaning was simple: train Allen brutally until he recognized the difficulty and chose to leave on his own.

Why not simply kill him with one clean stroke himself? Ra's al Ghul had always brainwashed his members into believing they were an organization of justice. How could they harm an innocent person?

Especially a disabled person. They ought to offer help instead.

"Come with me."

Nyssa walked ahead with a dark expression, while Allen bounced along behind her.

"Big sis, if you train me alone, won't they get jealous?"

"Big sis, won't they get jealous?"

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

"So scary. Unlike me, I only know how to cherish big sis."

Allen's sleazy, fake-sweet manner made Nyssa clench both fists so tightly that her nails nearly dug into her flesh.

From afar, Talia wore a gleeful expression, suddenly finding Allen particularly pleasing to the eye.

The two sisters were both daughters of the master assassin. They had lived in The League of Assassins since childhood and undergone the same training. Both aimed to inherit the master assassin's position, so a rivalry had naturally developed between them. Whenever the other suffered a setback, she was happy.

The training room.

Nyssa tossed him a bamboo sword and said sternly, "Starting today, I will teach you every kind of martial skill until you become a true warrior, or until you can no longer endure it and choose to give up."

Allen picked up the bamboo sword, tucked it at his waist, and struck a pose. He gazed at the snow-capped mountains outside the window at a forty-five-degree angle, his eyes filled with loneliness and desolation, like a solitary swordsman recalling his life.

Nyssa's brows furrowed tightly. She could not understand what he was trying to pull this time.

The world of a madman was impossible to fathom. One second he was pretending to be a sweet, innocent girl, and the next he was acting aloof and proud. There was no pattern at all.

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

Allen sighed and began speaking to himself. "Once, with a single sword, I severed eternity and blocked the enemies of all heavens. Since then, I have sealed my sword away for countless ages. Do you truly want me to make a move?"

The corner of Nyssa's mouth twitched involuntarily. She vaguely felt that she was losing control of her emotions.

You can sever eternity with one sword.

I can break your ribs with one sword.

Nyssa impatiently urged, "Stop talking nonsense. Attack me."

"Since it cannot be avoided, I have no choice but to use the Ninjutsu I am most proud of."

"Ninjutsu?"

Allen explained solemnly, "I once traveled the world and passed through a place called Fire Shadow Village, where I learned an immensely powerful Ninjutsu. I'm afraid you won't be able to handle it."

"Heh... Show me, then."

Ninjutsu was a genuine category of martial arts. The League of Assassins had collected quite a few so-called Ninjutsu techniques.

Hearing him mention Ninjutsu in front of her, Nyssa felt like he was making a joke.

"Watch out."

Allen gave a warning, then took a long breath, as though gathering strength in preparation for an all-out strike.

Seeing this, Nyssa could not help tightening her grip on the sword hilt. Her eyes showed caution and seriousness as she began to doubt whether this Ninjutsu might actually be real.

"I need to use the bathroom first."

Ninjutsu's ultimate secret art: Poop Release: Can't Hold It Anymore.

With that abrupt declaration, Allen headed outside without even looking back.

"Get back here, you bastard!"

Nyssa roared furiously. This guy was insulting her intelligence.