Rage (Seeking Collection! Seeking Follow-up!)

[Ability Points: 14 (Gain by influencing the world)]

Looking at the 14 Ability Points on the panel, Bai Lang pondered for a moment before deciding how to allocate them.

First, he decided to upgrade the realm of Current Propulsion, directly pouring ten Ability Points into it.

The cells within Bai Lang's body began to friction at high speed once more, generating immense electrical currents that rapidly converged into a terrifying torrent within him.

[Current Propulsion 300,000 Volts] → [Current Propulsion 320,000 Volts]

His strength further increased.

Next, he focused his thoughts on Power Control on the panel.

[Ability Points: 4] → [Ability Points: 0]

[Level 1 Power Control 85%] → [Level 2 Power Control 25%]

In an instant, Bai Lang felt his senses become sharper, and even his spirit seemed to undergo some change.

The currents within his body could now be divided into threads, spreading throughout his entire being.

"My control over power is becoming more and more adept..."

Crackle!!

Bai Lang extended his index finger, and a golden-red current danced at its tip.

This current was different from before; it wasn't as thick as two fingers, but rather about as thick as a wooden stick half a centimeter in diameter.

This was the limit Bai Lang could control after reaching Level 2 Power Control.

After tidying up his rented room, Bai Lang took a hot shower.

Gotham was a place with frequent rain, and it was uncomfortable to go without a shower every day.

Not to mention that Bai Lang's cell metabolism was dozens of times faster than that of ordinary people.

The sound of rushing water continuously came from the bathroom.

Under the cold white light, water trickled from the showerhead, drenching his sculpted, robust body.

Bai Lang stood under the shower, motionless.

Only when he felt completely refreshed did he walk to the sink.

The sink was built with tiles, with toiletries placed on the white tiles, and above them, a moderately sized mirror.

The mirror's surface was smooth, reflecting Bai Lang's body.

His height of one meter ninety-eight, with massive muscles like coiled dragons on his body.

If one looked closer, they could see Bai Lang's deep features and slightly sharp eyes.

He was undeniably handsome, no matter which country he was in.

"If I hadn't transmigrated, I'd probably have a few kids by now. It's a shame I transmigrated to this hellhole, Gotham..."

He mocked himself in the mirror.

If this hadn't happened, he would likely have already married his girlfriend...

After showering, he went to check on his Chinese restaurant and arcade to see how things were going recently and if anyone was looking for trouble.

Fortunately, Gotham was orderly during the day.

Nothing major had happened.

Bai Lang also went to check on Night Raven during this time.

Two wealthy men stood by the roadside on Park Street, with two luxury sports cars parked beside them.

"Fuck! Which sour pickle stole my newly bought cigarettes?"

"Shit! Stealing something this worthless? Looks like it's time we replaced our car windows with bulletproof glass..."

Just then, a small boy in tattered clothes, with messy hair and a slightly pale face, walked past them.

"Kid, did you and your accomplices steal our stuff?" One of the portly rich men, Jack, grabbed the small boy and asked with a ferocious expression.

"I'm telling you, I'd rather throw my stuff to the dogs than give it to you poor people!!"

Ignoring his companion's attempts to stop him, he threw the small boy to the ground, cursed him fiercely, and then got into the car and left.

Bai Lang walked over to the small boy. He recognized him as one of the Night Raven gang members.

The boy was rubbing his leg, his eyes gazing enviously at the luxury cars. But looking at his own clothes, he became dejected again.

Bai Lang sighed, patted his messy hair, and the stimulation from Current Propulsion electrocuted over a dozen lice.

In recent days, the Night Raven gang had stolen many expensive cigarettes, bags, and jewelry from the luxury cars of the wealthy.

Even though there was a price depreciation when they resold the stolen goods, it was enough for them to eat bread and porridge three meals a day.

Moreover, Harley had already started getting some people to quit drugs, but it wasn't an easy task.

Time quickly passed with the rapid friction of cells, and night arrived.

Tonight, Gotham was surprisingly not raining.

The dim yellow full moon hung high in the sky, illuminating the night with a brownish-yellow hue.

It was like the final doomsday from myths and legends.

As night fell, Bai Lang, just like the previous night, donned the Batman suit and stood atop Wayne Tower, overlooking the entire city.

Batman Bruce's cape was made of special material, allowing him to glide.

But Bai Lang's was merely a piece of ordinary cloth, nothing special.

However, he could attach electric currents to the fabric, making it incredibly hard, just like the real Batman, allowing him to glide through the sky.

"This is probably what they mean by 'the poor rely on mutations, the rich rely on technology'..."

Bai Lang thought to himself as he glided through the sky.

After gliding for a while, he spotted several dark figures sprinting rapidly below.

Their speed was at least significantly faster than the fastest athletes in his previous life.

They were practically reaching the speed of 8 seconds per 100 meters.

But ahead of them, Bai Lang saw dozens of identical Deaths appearing.

Deaths usually only appeared at the beginning and end of life.

And the simultaneous appearance of dozens of Deaths now meant that at least dozens of people were dying at the same time!

Thinking of this, Bai Lang's expression froze, and he immediately rushed towards the location.

The abandoned Gotham Mercy Hospital.

Several male and female corpses lay on the ground, with viscous, scarlet blood splattered everywhere.

The smell of blood, like rust, mingled with the stench of the sewers, filling the air.

Bai Lang looked at the at least dozens of corpses lying around, and the sixteen ragged spirits accompanying Death.

These spirits were all low-income residents from the neighborhood. They heard there were job openings and rushed over.

During times of economic depression, a job could support two adults.

But they didn't expect it to be a trap. Waiting for them wasn't a job, but a monster that brutally murdered them all.

"I'm only sixteen, and I'm already dead..."

"I want to kill him, send me back, I want to kill him!"

"Wuwuwu... I have three children at home, what will happen to them now that I'm dead..."

"..."

Bai Lang listened to the voices of the spirits around him, some crying, some cursing, and some worried about their children at home.

His previously calm heart was once again filled with a surge of inexplicable irritation.

He slowly turned his head and saw a tall figure beside him, leisurely picking his teeth.

He had a blank expression, and a hint of brutality gradually appeared in his clear black and white eyes.

As one of the Court of Owls' Talons, Ross had been dispatched with his companion to assassinate Killer Croc today.

Out of professional habit as an assassin, he knew Killer Croc's information like the back of his hand.

The target possessed superhuman strength, capable of easily lifting objects weighing two tons.

His skin was as hard as armor, capable of withstanding attacks from most bullets and high-caliber weapons.

He could also heal wounds rapidly, even regrowing lost limbs.

His sense of smell and hearing far surpassed that of ordinary people, not to mention Killer Croc's extraordinary prowess underwater.

According to the information he received, Killer Croc would be committing atrocities at Gotham Mercy Hospital today.

This was also the purpose of his mission: to find evidence of Killer Croc's crimes and then assassinate him.

The two slowly moved their feet, silently creeping through the ventilation ducts.

Ross was completely shrouded in a dark cloak, so black that it was difficult to discern his true silhouette.

His face was covered by an exquisite mask, carved with an owl pattern.

His eyes, through the mask, flashed with a cold, eerie light, like a ghost walking in the night.

Killer Croc's strength was far greater than that of ordinary people, so he needed to proceed with caution.

THUD!!

A loud noise echoed from somewhere.

"What was that sound?" Talon Ross exchanged a glance with Jack beside him.

Confusion appeared in both their eyes.

"It should be Killer Croc's doing..."

They cautiously moved forward.

Soon, they arrived at the ventilation shaft in the very center.

Upon reaching this spot, Ross could see the room where Killer Croc was located.

However, the moment his gaze fell below, Ross, with his Talons, suddenly froze.

His companion beside him, seeing him stop, looked down in confusion.

Upon clearly seeing the scene below, the companion's pupils constricted.

Inside the room below, a tall corpse was impaled by a massive stone pillar, hanging upside down.

The corpse was grayish-green, over seven feet tall, and massive and strong, with muscles as hard as rock.

The surface of its skin was covered in rough, hard, grayish-green scales.

Blood continuously flowed from the impaled wound, down the stone pillar, forming a pool of blood.

The corpse's face was contorted and ferocious, its leathery, crocodile-like face filled with an expression of disbelief.