What a Generous Boss

DC Universe, Gotham City, within the shadowy Batcave.

The enormous Batcomputer screen had been divided into dozens of smaller sections, radiating an icy blue glow.

On the left side of the screen was the New Gotham Countermeasure Plan he had just finished establishing.

On the right were defensive assessment models targeting the other chat group members, such as Naruto's Nine-Tails rampage, Emiya Shirou's Unlimited Blade Works, and even Saber's holy sword.

Yet on the largest central screen was an exceptionally clear live satellite view.

In the footage, at a farm in Smallville, Kansas.

The burly young man named Clark Kent was carrying a combine harvester weighing several tons as he performed some utterly unscientific "training."

"Thud, thud, thud."

The elevator doors at the back of the Batcave opened, and Alfred, the elderly butler in a tailcoat, walked up behind Bruce with a steaming cup of black tea.

Seeing his young master's bloodshot eyes, as well as the "farm monster" on the screen doing squats with a combine harvester on his shoulders, even the worldly Alfred could not help raising an eyebrow.

"Master, although I know you have always been accustomed to carrying the burden of the entire world on your shoulders."

Alfred gently set the tea on the table and sighed, his tone carrying a trace of heartache and helplessness. "But I must remind you that what you should be doing now is resting in the big bed upstairs, not watching a farm boy from Kansas perform weightlifting with his bare hands."

"Wait a little longer, Alfred."

Without turning around, Bruce lightly tapped at the keyboard, enlarging the data on the screen. "This farm boy's biological force field is undergoing extremely unstable fluctuations... I have to make sure that before he fully matures, he will not sink North America because he loses control over some emotion."

Alfred shook his head helplessly. Knowing he could not persuade this stubborn Dark Knight, he could only silently retreat into the elevator.

At the same time, everyone in the group was extremely worried about Batman's situation.

[Smile Under the Wisteria Flowers]: "Mr. Bruce, are you still there? After seeing your world... I suddenly feel that you have it far too hard. What are you planning to do now?"

[The Underdog Who Wants to Be Hokage]: "Yeah, old man! That Darkseid with the eyes that shoot curved red beams is way too scary! Once I learn to control the Nine-Tails' power, I can come over and help you beat him up!"

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "Thank you for your concern, but that will not be necessary. I have already begun taking action. I am currently conducting full surveillance on that future Superman."

Lin Xiao, who was brushing his teeth in a high-end apartment in Chiba Prefecture, nearly swallowed the toothpaste foam in his mouth when he saw that message.

[He Is Simply God]: "No way, Bruce. You actually went to monitor that farm kid?"

[He Is Simply God]: "Aren't you afraid his super-hearing or super-vision will spot you? Kryptonians have absurdly heightened senses. I think you'd be better off changing into casual clothes, pretending to pass by, and going up to say hello."

In the Batcave, Bruce stared at the pure-hearted farm youth on the screen and shook his head.

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "No. Superman's power is far too immense. Before his personality has fully matured, any proactive contact by an outside force could trigger an unpredictable butterfly effect. I do not want to disturb him yet."

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "Besides, there is no need to worry about being discovered. I am using reconnaissance satellites in outer space to monitor him beyond visual range."

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "No matter how sharp that farm boy's instincts are, he would never suspect that satellites in space are watching him grow corn."

[He Is Simply God]: "Satellites...?"

[He Is Simply God]: "Don't tell me that, just to monitor a farm boy who has not even made his debut yet, you specifically launched a military satellite?"

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "Correction. Not one. Three."

[The Boy Who Wants to Be a Hero]: "Three satellites..."

[The Underdog Who Wants to Be Hokage]: "What are satellites?"

[Smile Under the Wisteria Flowers]: "They sound like something incredible."

[Snow Queen of the Service Club]: "Things placed in the sky that can serve as surveillance devices and weapons of attack..."

[He Is Simply God]: "Just as expected of you! Damn pay-to-win player! To monitor a young man growing corn, you directly deployed three private satellites to scan him like crazy from space! This is what Batman calls 'not disturbing him'?!"

[He Is Simply God]: "Even when Clark goes to the bathroom, those three satellites probably see everything clearly through thermal imaging!"

Lin Xiao looked at the wallet in his pocket in reality, where he had to carefully budget even for a deluxe boxed lunch...

He very naturally made a request to "rob the rich and aid the poor" in the group.

[He Is Simply God]: "You filthy rich tycoon."

[He Is Simply God]: "Since you're so rich, send me some gold while you're at it. Thanks, boss.jpg"

The moment he said that,

not only Batman froze in front of his screen, but the other group members also fell into an incredibly strange silence.

[Smile Under the Wisteria Flowers]: "Gods need money too?"

[The Underdog Who Wants to Be Hokage]: "Big brother, do you really need money that badly? I still have a little extra."

[Snow Queen of the Service Club]: "..."

[Snow Queen of the Service Club]: "Mr. Lin Xiao, this is..."

Yukino simply did not know what words could describe her complicated feelings at that moment.

A "Light Giant" who could crush an Ultra-Ancient Monster with a casual squeeze.

Was actually, with complete righteousness, holding out his hand to another group member for gold in the chat group?! And he was even using a common street term like "filthy rich tycoon," with absolutely none of a god's dignity?!

[Snow Queen of the Service Club]: "Was your divine majesty forgotten in the ruins along with your integrity?"

[He Is Simply God]: "Yukinoshita, I am not a god. Besides, gods need to eat too!"

[He Is Simply God]: "One of you is a top-tier young tycoon who controls Gotham City's economic lifeline, and the other is the daughter of the foremost financial conglomerate in Chiba Prefecture.

You simply do not understand the pain of us working people! I cannot exactly transform into fifty-meter-tall Gaia and rob a bank, can I? Would Ultraman's reputation survive that?"

[He Is Simply God]: "Besides, what could possibly be faster than asking for a red packet?"

Inside the Batcave, Bruce Wayne looked at the extremely down-to-earth words of that "god" on the screen. On the face that had been taut for two days and two nights, an exceptionally rare smile finally appeared.

The fact that he could ask for money without reservation showed that this group owner, who possessed world-destroying power, still retained the purest and most vivid "humanity" in his heart.

That reassured Batman more than any defense plan ever could.

[ Ding! Group member "Dark Knight of Gotham" has sent an exclusive red packet to group owner "He Is Simply God"! ]

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "Ten gold bars from Wayne Enterprises' reserves have been sent over. Consider it payment for the intelligence you uploaded in the DC Universe instance."

[Dark Knight of Gotham]: "If it is not enough, just ask. At Wayne Enterprises, any problem that can be solved with money has never been a problem."

[He Is Simply God]: "What a generous boss! Wishing you good health, boss! May every punch you throw at Joker tonight land solid!"

[He Is Simply God]: "Many thanks.gif"

Yukino watched the Light Giant in the group throw all dignity aside as he frantically posted reaction images, and she hopelessly held her forehead.

"Just destroy it all..." "What happened to saving the heavens..."

The Ice Queen sighed silently in her heart, but beneath those cool, clear eyes, a gentle smile she herself had not noticed surfaced.

A morning filled with such contrast, even absurdity, seemed... rather nice.

In the apartment, Lin Xiao felt delighted when he saw the gold bars.

"Now I can eat something good. The little bat should be in a better mood too. Win-win."