The old man resisted Bruce like a madman, terrified beyond measure. His emotions seemed to have reached their peak as well. His entire body twisted and trembled before finally falling still, as though he had died.
"He died just like that?"
Just as Bruce and Ophelia stood at a loss, the old man opened his eyes again, stared straight at Bruce, and burst into laughter.
"This is absolutely fascinating. It's already been changed this much? You really do know how to have fun."
The old man who had come back from the dead clutched his stomach with laughter. Bruce was utterly baffled. Who did he mean by "you"?
The formerly deranged old man became calm in an instant, his bearing undergoing a complete transformation. He seemed like an entirely different person. He stood, dusted off the seat of his pants, and extended a hand toward Bruce. His eyes shone with vigor, nothing like those of an old man nearing the end of his life.
"Allow me to introduce myself. Dusk Dann, a man without a home."
Bruce froze. The old man's transformation was far too strange. He had suddenly become perfectly normal, and Bruce had no idea whether that itself was normal behavior. Still, he instinctively extended his hand. "Bruce Wayne."
"What do you know about me?"
Bruce had never really understood his own identity. The Demigod had called him Wayne, and he had a Character Status Panel. Even setting those aside, he was still someone who had crossed over from another world. Those powerful beings who approached godhood all seemed to have noticed something unusual about him.
This old man was no exception. He must have discovered something. Why else would he have said that?
*This old man looked like an ordinary person. Could he be a Medium with