Bruce Wayne's Divergent Thinking

Beckett never imagined that Woz, who had always looked down on TheOther, would one day start mimicking his speech.

That familiar "Celebrate!" almost transported Beckett back to Asgard.

That was the last place he heard hymns in his original world.

"Whenever you win a battle, a victory song will surely be sung. This is a tradition that must not be abandoned."

"Since there is no The Other in this world, then Woz will celebrate for you, Your His Highness Beckett."

The blue robot cat conjured an e-book and bowed respectfully to Beckett. In that instant of bowing, Beckett clearly glimpsed the content displayed on the e-book screen in Woz's hand. "Rejoice, great Son of Titan, Your Highness His Highness Beckett, revered Lord of Chitauri Prime ..."

The cover of this ebook is titled "The Complete Collection of Beckett's Congratulatory Lines".

And the author is none other than TheOther, Beckett's number one sycophant.

"Your His Highness Beckett, please rest assured, Woz will find that feeling of TheOther as soon as possible." Woz coughed twice, appearing somewhat clumsy as it was his first time doing something like this.

"..." Beckett suddenly felt that Woz, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, must have been corrupted by TheOther.

Otherwise, given Woz's past personality, he would never have done such a thing.

Beckett was certain.

"Arthur!"

"Arthur, are you alright?!"

Although Mera was not familiar with Arthur Curry, he was, after all, Queen Atlanna's eldest son, and Mera could not possibly stand idly by.

The silent flow of water, as if guided by an arm, pried Arthur Curry, who had been embedded in the mural by Beckett, out. After glaring fiercely at Beckett, Mera trotted over to the unconscious Arthur Curry and patted his cheeks with concern.

"Get out of here."

Arthur Curry, who had fainted from the intense pain, gradually regained consciousness. Upon seeing the person he despised in front of him, the man attempted to wave his arm to drive her away.

"Hiss!" The moment he raised his hand, the excruciating pain caused Arthur Curry's expression to change drastically.

"Beckett, what do you think you're doing?!"

"Arthur is Queen Atlanna's eldest son, you cannot kill him!"

Mera, who had been cared for by Arthur's birth mother Atlanna on many occasions, spread her arms and stood in front of Beckett.

"Who he is, and what does it have to do with me?" Beckett scoffed.

Mera was speechless for a moment.

That seems to make sense.

"It's actually a misunderstanding, Beckett. Listen, I know you. Woz told me a lot about you during the seven days you were in a coma recovering."

"Including your love story with Hela, and the effort you put into resurrecting your subordinates—"

"Shut up."

Beckett's face instantly turned as cold as ice. Woz, with his thick eyebrows and big eyes, silently took out something that looked like a scarf from his belly pocket and wrapped it around his almost invisible neck, his eyes darting around.

As a qualified subordinate, it is natural for it to introduce its master to people from another world, so it should pick out the most shocking things to say.

Woz swears to God, he really didn't exaggerate!

It simply made slight use of its own database and added a few rhetorical devices; it's not an exaggeration at all!

"Your His Highness Beckett, Woz only added a tiny bit of rhetoric, just a tiny bit." Facing Beckett's gaze, Woz raised his chubby little hand, gesturing with the tip of his index finger, his round face full of serious expression.

It believed that this action was a vivid and expressive illustration of what "a little bit" means.

It's perfect.

Beckett didn't say anything more, but just stared straight at Woz.

The latter shifted a few steps uncomfortably, then his eyes lit up, and he quickly stuffed the Norse Mythology series from Beckett's hands into his belly pocket, grinning from ear to ear.

Helpless, Beckett turned and left without a second thought.

"Beckett?"

"Beckett, where are you going?!"

Feeling ignored, Mera asked anxiously, but received no response from the man.

Mera glanced at Arthur Curry, who had regained his senses, and hurriedly ran after Beckett.

Judging from this man's behavior just now, he clearly doesn't understand the rules of the human world.

She couldn't live with herself just letting him leave.

"Etc!"

"Beckett!"

"Where are you going?!"

Mera ran straight up to Beckett.

"Get out of the way." Beckett shoved Mera so hard she stumbled and almost fell.

"You don't have human currency, and you don't understand human rules. To put it another way, you don't even have a place to rest tonight—"

Boom!

A silvery-white energy wave flashed before Mera's eyes, and Arthur Curry, who had just managed to stand up in the library, instantly collapsed to the ground.

"I am the rule."

Under the dim streetlights, Beckett's left hand gripped Mera's chin, looking down at her with his height advantage.

If it weren't for the fact that this woman saved him, Beckett would have already ground her to dust.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Mera stood there blankly, her heart pounding so hard she could hear it herself.

That was fear.

The moment Beckett made that person terrified Mera.

If he is not taught the rules, he will go on a killing spree over some completely unnecessary misunderstandings.

"Wait, Beckett!"

"I'll go with you!"

"I saved you, so I have to take responsibility for you."

"I must teach you the rules of this world."

Under the streetlights, Mera still adheres to her principles.

"We'll talk once you can keep up with me."

Beckett didn't bother arguing with her anymore, and in the blink of an eye, he was already in the sky.

"Don't underestimate me."

The water-lifted body allowed Mera to pinpoint Beckett's flight path...

"Bruce, I've arrived in Kansas."

"Where exactly is the man you told me about last night?"

Outside the Kansas airport, Diana, having arrived at her destination, took off her sunglasses, looked around at the unfamiliar surroundings, and dialed Bruce Wayne's satellite phone.

"In the hospital."

"What?" The answer from the other end of the phone almost made Diana think she had misheard.

"Unfortunately, our Sea Shepherd got into a fight with a stranger in the library last night and was then beaten and hospitalized."

In Central City, Bruce Wayne, who was staying at Wayne Enterprises hotel, looked at the surveillance video sent by his butler Alfred and spoke calmly.

"..."

Silence fell on the other end of the phone.

"Is this the enemy you mentioned who's been eyeing us?" Diana asked gravely.

"It shouldn't be."

As Bruce Wayne zoomed in on the surveillance footage with his mouse, he saw the thick stack of books in the man's hand.

The top book is the only one whose cover text Bruce Wayne was able to see on the surveillance footage.

"Diana, I'm asking you. During World War I, you killed Ares, didn't you?" Bruce Wayne's tone grew increasingly serious.

"Bruce?"

"I think we might be about to encounter another god, or rather, a descendant of a god..."

After a while, Bruce Wayne hung up the satellite phone and got up to pour himself a glass of red wine.

The chair, now freed from the restraint of a human body, spun forlornly. On the computer screen, the cover text, captured by the surveillance camera, was remarkably clear.

Norse Mythology: Twilight of the Gods.