We're Rich Now

"Rachel! We're rich!"

Suppressing the urge to complain about Oliver Queen, Shane brought back a bank card and some cash for daily expenses.

As for why he wanted to complain about Oliver Queen.

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This guy seemed to have a similar persona to Batman and was always suppressed by him, yet this show-off seemed completely unaware of the need to conceal his identity.

His costume change was just a mask and a hood, but both identities sported the same little golden mustache and identical pupil color.

Shane, relying on his strong self-control, diligently followed the procedures of these masked heroes. In the reception room of Queen Industries, he informed the famous local tycoon, Oliver, that Green Arrow had sent him to collect the money.

Oliver looked enlightened.

"So that's how it is, you're a friend of Green Arrow."

Then, Oliver put on a profound air, clasped his hands behind his back, and walked to the floor-to-ceiling window. He talked for nearly half an hour about Green Arrow's stories and the profound friendship and mutual admiration they shared.

His words were filled with praise, expressing his high regard for this masked vigilante who silently protected Star City from the shadows.

The eloquence and grandeur of his speech could be compared to Shakespeare himself.

Even with Shane's tolerance, he almost wanted to rush over and pin Oliver on the desk, then pluck out the golden mustache that kept twitching with every movement of his lips.

Rachel initially just glanced at the rolls of cash Shane brought back, letting out a cold snort.

It wasn't until Shane pulled out two newly bought mobile phones and the bank card that Rachel started to feel something was strange.

She grabbed the phone that was handed to her and examined it from all angles.

For Rachel, who grew up in the Sacred Realm where only magic existed, this was a very novel item.

After playing with it for a few minutes and roughly understanding some of its functions, Rachel's gaze settled on the bank card.

"How much money is in here?"

"Both phones are linked to this card, you can check it yourself."

Five minutes later, a gasp of surprise came from Rachel in the escape pod on the cliff.

Although she still had that expressionless, dead-fish stare, the light in Rachel's eyes began to sparkle.

He quietly watched Rachel slowly tapping on the phone's keyboard, muttering plans to go to Metropolis first thing tomorrow morning for a massive shopping spree.

"First, let's buy two beds big enough so we don't have to sleep wrapped in sleeping bags all the time."

"Then, let's buy some clothes. Although I can clean my body with magic, your clothes are too old. Except for your combat suit, I have no desire to use magic to repair any of your other clothes."

"And we'll need a wardrobe for them!"

"A frying pan, a skillet, a stove, and some seasonings with human world flavors, so we can make different kinds of fish dishes..."

"This escape pod has a constant temperature function, so we don't need to buy any temperature control facilities."

Rachel suddenly looked at Shane cautiously.

"Can I buy a dryer too? I don't want to always use magic to dry things."

Shane spread his hands.

"Whatever you want. You can even buy a washing machine. Actually, I'm not completely useless. Even though I didn't have much formal education back then, I can still do some simple mechanical modifications."

Shane glanced around the escape pod.

"This escape pod can be modified to separate a seawater purification device, and its energy conversion to electricity is also quite durable."

He didn't know how Bruce managed it, but not only did he repair the escape pod, he also helped refill its energy supply.

Then, Shane interrupted Rachel, who was still lost in her fantasies, and pointed to the top of the escape pod.

"If we buy all these things, there won't be enough space inside."

Rachel stayed silent for a few seconds, then her eyes lit up, and she started recording on her phone again with her clumsy fingers.

"Then let's buy some wood, steel, and adhesive, glass..."

Shane was a bit bewildered.

"What are you buying those for?"

Rachel rolled her eyes, her expression one of obvious logic.

"I have magic, you have superpowers, and you even have some hands-on skills. There's an empty space on the beach right next to us, we can build a house ourselves!"

After that, Rachel continued to happily tap away on her phone, her speed increasing as she became more familiar with this human technological product.

It wasn't until a full half-minute passed that Rachel suddenly realized it was too quiet around her.

She curiously raised her head and looked at Shane, who was as still as a block of wood.

"Why did you suddenly stop talking?"

Shane stared blankly at Rachel, who was holding her phone.

She was sitting on the floor with her fair, slightly mismatched legs crossed. Her gray hood was draped loosely on her back, and her cape was spread out messily on the floor behind her.

Her light blue pupils were sparkling, and a few strands of silver-gray short hair were scattered across her forehead.

He suddenly jolted awake.

He awkwardly stood up and turned to open the escape pod door.

"I'm going out for a bit. If it gets too late, remember to go to sleep first."

With a leap, Rachel heard the sound of splashing water.

Although she felt Shane had suddenly become a bit strange, the thought of being able to shop to her heart's content tomorrow, and fully experience the human world—something she couldn't do in Gotham's dark corners—because of her ample balance, quickly filled Rachel's mind with various ideas.

She lowered her head and continued to type her notes.

The escape pod door remained open, its internal light spilling out and reflecting on the shimmering sea.

Shane moved rapidly but aimlessly through the dark seabed.

In reality, Shane, who had barely gone into the water in either of his lives, still primarily relied on his flight ability to move underwater.

It was just that the water's density was greater, and the resistance was stronger.

As he was lost in thought the entire time, his speed increased, and he unconsciously plunged deeper and deeper.

A powerful current swirled around him and behind him, sending innocent deep-sea fish scattering haphazardly.

"Damn it, I was single for thirty years in my last life, why do I suddenly feel like I'm going to get married now?"

"This is a sin, Rachel is only fourteen!"

Unknowingly, a brilliant light suddenly appeared before Shane's eyes.

This quickly snapped him back to reality.

Moving forward a few hundred more meters, a city of indescribable, flowing splendor appeared before Shane's eyes.

"Is this Atlantis? Where did I swim to?"

He glanced upwards; the unprecedented depth meant he couldn't see the starlight reflected on the sea's surface at all.

The massive undertow Shane had created as he swam had already alerted the Atlanteans, who were extremely sensitive to water current anomalies.

Two guards, wielding silver spears, rushed out of Atlantis's bubble-like structure, their faces full of vigilance, and swam towards Shane.

Shane squinted his eyes, suddenly remembering the two pearls Aquaman had thrown to him before.

A moment later, Shane, like he was grabbing chicks, carried the two terrified, screaming guards into Atlantis's magical water bubble.

Feeling the salty, heavy air re-enter his nostrils, Shane casually tossed the two guards aside.

"Where is Aquaman? Tell him to come see me!"