Who Programmed This System?

Parting on bad terms was out of the question. Lynn and Batman were only friends at the beginner stage for now, but for some reason, Batman felt that this madman was unexpectedly compatible with him.

He seemed to understand Batman very well. Most of the time, his words sounded insane, yet they always hit the mark.

And Batman could be certain that this guy was harmless to Gotham, at least for the time being.

Necessary precautions had to be taken, but he would not be treated as a hostile target.

Gotham's darkness and chaos could not be resolved overnight. Having someone like him muddy the waters was not a bad thing.

After all, until the day he had to face the consequences of his mistakes, Batman truly could not condemn someone else's principles as necessarily wrong.

Everyone had their own convictions, but his convictions were not theirs. And vice versa.

After giving Lynn a few instructions, Batman left. Just as Lynn had said earlier, the old bat had no idea what he had been busy with lately. He always seemed to be occupied, and Lynn suspected that he had completely forgotten he was actually Gotham's richest man.

He arrived in a rush and left in a hurry. That was Batman's style: simple and direct, devoted to efficiency and keeping his word.

Of course, he selectively turned a blind eye to those unlucky bastards at the docks.

After all, Master Batman's opinion of them was the same as Lynn's: if their deaths could contribute something to society, then by all means, go ahead.

Working by the sea was comfortable and convenient. After finishing them off, Lynn simply washed the chain hammer with seawater and went straight home.

He now lived in his old house, the large mansion that belonged to the Adrian family.

His family must have been wealthy in the past. Otherwise, they could not possibly have owned such a huge house in the suburbs.

Unfortunately, Lynn had now turned it into another cabin in the woods—a literal cabin in the woods. Whether it would become one in every sense of the phrase later on was hard to say.

Walking along the overgrown roadside, Lynn accurately found the front gate. This thing had never been closed since he moved in.

In one or two months, the trees could not possibly have grown fast enough to wrap around and conceal the entire estate. Lynn had used his own abilities to make that happen.

As for the reason, of course it was for the sense of mystery.

This line of work needed mystery. If there was no abandoned factory or some hidden door and secret passage out in the middle of nowhere, it always felt a little off. At least, that was how Lynn saw it.

Besides, it was safer this way!

Returning late at night, Lynn found the house still without electricity, though candles lit the rooms. He lived here alone, and only because he had nerves of steel; otherwise, the shadows on the walls alone would have scared him half to death countless times.

He followed the winding stairs to a bedroom on the second floor. This was the room Lynn had chosen for himself.

"Whew, I finally scraped together enough for now. I can take a little break and do something else."

But before that, Lynn still had one thing to do.

"Hahaha! Draws, draws!"

Had Lynn worked so hard as a city painter for so long to punish evil and uphold justice? To protect this city? To stand by the justice in his heart?

He had justice my ass.

He had done it purely to keep himself alive in this dangerous world.

If he really had that much love for humanity, then no matter how little Lynn knew about the DC world, he still knew some of Gotham's classic villains.

Yet he had never planned to storm into Arkham and blow that old building sky-high.

Good deeds were not necessarily noble. That saying made perfect sense when it came to Lynn.

And because of that, Lynn had always known that he was fundamentally different from the phlegmy old bat and that farmer's son next door.

He made do with a simple meal. The kitchen in this house made Lynn deeply uncomfortable, so he had set up a stove right in the middle of the first-floor hall. Unless he ate outside, he dealt with the smoke and soot every day.

Fortunately, he was a "druid" and could supply enough firewood, so the valuable furniture in the house had been spared.

"All right, I'm full and done. Time to bathe, burn incense, and draw!"

Lynn's way of bathing was to dismantle the bathtub, move it beside the window, tear bricks from the first-floor fireplace to prop it up, then light a fire underneath.

It was basically like stewing himself in an iron pot.

After washing up, he opened the window and poured the water outside. Easy and convenient, and it watered the flowers too.

How could a man who called himself a druid not enjoy growing some flowers and plants?

"I still need to head out tomorrow, get some renovations done, and maybe buy a lucky cat to worship."

There were no statues of gods in the house for him to pray to, so Lynn's pre-draw preparations were far from perfect. But the arrow was already on the string, and he had no interest in going out again before coming back to draw.

"Draw! Draw right now! I'm doing a ten-pull!"

The system's draws used Soul Fragments as currency. Lynn had tested it by working at a seafood market for a whole day, and he had not received a single fragment.

Killing fish at RT-Mart could not make him stronger.

The prize pool contained skills, equipment, pets, titles, one-use special equipment, auras, and all sorts of other items, each divided into grades. The higher the grade, the harder it was to draw.

However, Lynn could also choose to upgrade the prize pool and increase the odds of high-grade items appearing.

For now, given his current strength, there was no need for that.

"I'm still running a blank account. I'll get a full set of gear first."

He clicked Draw. With an excited heart, Lynn's pupils gradually widened as he was bathed in a burst of light.

"Hmm... Why does this thing look so familiar? It gave me ten boxes?! Let me see what it says..."

"None of them are empty..."

"Oh no! I have a feeling my wallet is in danger!"

After studying them for a long time, he was relieved to find that there was no sudden top-up window.

Then he opened them. Since the system had forcibly interrupted the ten-pull, he would do them one at a time.

"First one, open!"

[Pineapple House Seed]

[One-use auxiliary item]

[Plant it deep in the ground and water it to obtain a Pineapple House within thirty seconds. Two floors, 144 square meters, fully equipped.]

[Note: You'd better check what's under the rock nearby.]

"Uh... This system... Is it seriously messing with me?!"

The Pineapple House Seed in Lynn's hand was a sponge.

"Fuck it. I'll settle the score with you later. Next!"

Another box opened.

[Lego Longsword]

[Grade: White]

[Quality: Ordinary]

[Description: When attacking an enemy's toes, attack power is tripled. Possesses a splash attack bonus.]

[Note: Perhaps you could modify it.]

[Note 2: Give it a try. You can do it too.]

"Fuck! Next!"

Lynn viciously swung the Lego brick greatsword in his hand, which looked like a child's toy, and opened the third box while cursing under his breath.

The next moment, a brilliant light burst forth.

"Holy shit!"

Lynn cried out, "I got something good!!"