Unable to bear Alfred's expectant gaze, Jude could only return to Wayne Tower helplessly.
He was getting a little tired of Gotham. The poor living conditions were one thing, but the main problem was that there was simply too much trouble.
You could be at home, eating hotpot and singing with a girl, when some lunatic burst in, pressed a gun to your forehead, and demanded that you laugh maniacally, solve riddles, or experience fear.
What normal person would enjoy living here? You'd have to be crazy. Besides, Jude wanted to find somewhere peaceful where he could work on his inventions.
Take the Portal Gun, for example. That thing was the core of Grandpa Rick's core. Without it, he couldn't travel to outer space or other dimensional universes, and he wouldn't be able to obtain many rare materials.
Without rare materials, he couldn't make many high-tech gadgets. Even the cleverest housewife couldn't cook without rice; the same was true for Grandpa Rick, unless he could create reality from nothing like a 5th Dimensional Being.
Ever since he had transmigrated here, Jude had always harbored two ideas.
First, given how dangerous the American Comics World was, he wanted to activate Operation Phoenix. If it succeeded, then barring the danger of the entire Earth being erased, he would generally be safe.
To exaggerate a little, if he spread Operation Phoenix across many uninhabited planets in the universe, then even if Earth were destroyed, he could be reborn on another planet—unless the entire universe was erased.
To exaggerate even more, if he could spread Operation Phoenix throughout the multiverse, then even if the single universe he inhabited were erased, he could still be reborn in another universe.
To exaggerate even further, if he could spread Operation Phoenix throughout multidimensional universes, then even if