Gotham, Little New York

As everyone knew, Gotham City was a place of outstanding people and simple, honest folk.

It was cloudy and rainy all year round, with humidity comparable to the damp spring weather of southern China—extremely unfriendly to anyone with rheumatism or joint pain.

Despite the city's highly developed industrial economy, the wealth gap was severe, breeding countless criminals. The citizens lived in dire straits; they could get robbed several times just on the way to the supermarket.

Getting robbed was considered lucky. If they ran into some psychologically twisted criminal, they would truly suffer.

However, Du Mu had only one deeply ingrained impression of this city.

That was a certain bat-themed freak with more money than he could burn, who spoke as though phlegm were lodged in his throat.

Batman, the Bat-Man!

Combined with the familiar name Gordon, he could basically confirm that this was that Gotham.

But there was a problem—wasn't Gotham a fictional city from DC Comics?

Du Mu was a little dumbfounded.

He had flipped through plenty of DC comics recently, and there were still over a dozen unfinished comic sets sitting in his Game Inventory.

But he was clearly playing a Marvel game. How had he turned around and ended up on DC's turf?

Was that even reasonable?

Du Mu suspected this was another fake-out, like those previous instances.

So he cautiously poked his head out and swept his gaze toward the police.

Very quickly, a middle-aged man with glasses and a mustache entered his field of vision.

[NPC: James Gordon]

[Favorability: 50]

[Evaluation: Gotham's Solo King, Gotham's Captain, Batman's partner, legendary detective, Gotham Police Department Commissioner]

Fine then, this really was DC.

Du Mu withdrew his gaze and directly called out to the Game System. "System, where the hell did you send me? Are