Surprise

Lynn hurriedly cupped the two broad beans in his hands and quickly read through the equipment description.

How should he put it? It was somewhat different from what Lynn had guessed.

This thing was basically a one-use external cheat device.

Once activated, it greatly enhanced physical attributes for a certain period of time, increased resistance to toxins, boosted stamina, and more.

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To be precise, it was indeed good equipment. It just differed somewhat from what Lynn had expected.

"Something about weak flesh and mechanical ascension? It's a one-use item. Ascend my ass!"

Lynn looked down at the three remaining boxes in his hands, then simply waved his hand and opened them all.

As expected, nothing useful came out.

Though one item, the [Fish Gun], was rather interesting.

Lynn had initially thought that this oversized firearm, with its exaggerated design and bright colors, was meant for underwater use. He had not expected it to be called a Fish Gun because its bullets were fish!

Fucking piranhas, at that!

After firing a shot at a spot nearby, Lynn looked at the palm-sized yet extraordinarily vicious little fish clamped tightly onto the tree bark and suddenly felt that this gun was not entirely useless. In formal situations, at least.

"Fine. Ten draws, four pieces of junk. The odds still suck."

Lynn felt that he should continue raising the system's prize pool first. At the very least, he had to squeeze all those useless white-rarity items out of it.

Judging by his current combat ability, Lynn felt that he was not without the qualifications to be a little reckless.

Anyway, he could just be more cautious in the days ahead.

If he could manage it.

Having dealt with matters here, Lynn was in no hurry to find Constantine. Since that guy had run away this time, he must have been moving his legs pretty damn fast.

Lynn believed that bastard would definitely come looking for him again next time.

That line—We only killed her once—was simply too revealing.

Trigon. A top-tier super boss. Lynn believed that if Constantine did not have sufficient confidence and means, he definitely would not make some hotheaded move just to spite him.

So in Lynn's eyes, Constantine was the babysitter, the one afraid of this and worried about that. Lynn himself was purely hired muscle.

"Mm! Thank you, great Senior A-Q. Your words and deeds have once again helped me regain my confidence!"

Lynn definitely could not stay in this town. Though this was a bizarre and absurd world, there was still at least a little order to it.

Lynn did not know when everyone in town had died, but when he used to watch American TV dramas, he had often seen idiotic male or female leads insist on lingering at crime scenes, only to somehow end up taking the blame.

Lynn had cursed the protagonists more than once when watching such plots. Now, he did not want the profanities he had hurled in his previous life to land on his own head in this one.

He could not stay in town, so should he go back to the farm?

Maybe... that did not seem workable either.

Lynn had suddenly acquired so many abilities and pieces of equipment. He would inevitably have to use them, familiarize himself with them, and practice their skills.

Jonathan Kent would be easy enough to fool, but what if one day his son, with super-hearing, super-vision, X-ray vision, and all that, came back...

Superman probably would not kill Lynn, but Lynn would truly ruin his relationship with a massive powerhouse in one stroke.

"No. Superman has the thickest blood in DC. There'll be plenty of messy nonsense ahead that'll need Superman to tank. I can't go back to the farm!"

Thinking it over, Lynn was surprised to realize that he had nowhere to go.

After all, he had wrecked his own house.

"Then I should go find that old bat."

His family business was huge. Even if Lynn tore down another couple of houses, the old bat could afford to pay for them.

Swinging himself onto the seat, Lynn rode away on his bicycle, with Kitty riding behind him.

Gotham, Wayne Manor.

After unusually doing something proper and attending a charity gala, Bruce Wayne returned home after throwing around money like mad.

If possible, Batman still preferred dealing with criminals, even if it had always been that way.

Gotham was sick. Very sick.

At the charity gala, no one cared about how much money had been raised. They cared about perfume, jewelry, stocks, worker strikes, and such things.

Bruce Wayne was Gotham's biggest playboy, wastrel, and useless rich kid. But Wayne truly felt the profound gulf between himself and everyone else.

This city no longer had anyone who shared his aspirations...

"Master Wayne."

Wayne had just parked his car and reached the entrance, burdened by heavy thoughts, when he heard the voice of Alfred, his butler, mentor, and friend.

"Master Wayne, we have a guest at the door."

Alfred looked helpless yet formal, an expression Wayne rarely saw on him.

With a glance, he noticed a filthy bicycle parked beneath the windowsill along the wall.

For some reason, Wayne immediately guessed that Lynn had come calling.

Raising his eyelids slightly, Wayne patted Alfred on the shoulder. "You've had it rough."

"Ah..."

Alfred let out a long sigh.

Walking inside and taking off his coat to hang it up, Wayne quickly spotted Lynn sitting on the living room sofa with his back to him.

"Lynn, where have you been lately?"

"You came."

"What? Who?"

"You shouldn't have come."

"Lynn, come on... act normal."

"But you still came... Hey, don't leave. Don't you think that kind of dialogue has style?"

Wayne took a deep breath, put his hands on his hips, and said, "I think you eating three bags of chips on my sofa has absolutely no style."

"Huh? Ah! Ahahahaha! Misunderstanding, misunderstanding. Alfred ate all of these. Just now, he almost—"

"Lynn!"

Wayne shouted loudly. Oddly enough, he felt much better afterward.

"Lynn, you've never been the type to visit on your own initiative. Tell me. What happened this time? Where? Is it good or bad? Did you do it, or did someone else..."

"Stop!"

Lynn raised a hand, cutting off Bruce Wayne's questions as he glanced at the little green frog watch he had just bought.

It was almost time for that ring's judgment.

"Mm... I can't say whether it's good or bad for now, but it'll definitely be a surprise.

Still, I think we should wait outside."

As he spoke, Lynn handed the little green frog watch to Wayne and told him a time.

"When it reaches this time, you'll naturally find out."

The next moment, Lynn and Wayne walked together into the vast grounds of Wayne Manor.

Time passed second by second. Just as Wayne began to wonder whether Lynn was once again pulling some performance-art scam, a bolt of lightning suddenly exploded across the sky.

It struck Lynn directly in the forehead.

"Lynn? Lynn!"

Wayne hurried to Lynn's smoking body. "This is the surprise you mentioned?"

Lynn opened his mouth and spat out a cloud of smoke, staring blankly as he said, "So this fucking thing is the surprise..."

After saying that, his vision went black, and he fainted.

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