Chapter 290: What a Coincidence, Isn't It?

PS: The second update will be a bit later.

【Notice: Since you are entering another universe via smuggling, and this universe has experienced multiple space-time distortion events, for your safety, this smuggling operation will be completed in the form of a projection avatar.】

【Note: Since the smuggling method is used, existing Supernatural Item categories and abilities will need to spend Asset Points again to recreate the avatar, or you may choose not to purchase them. Skill-category abilities are not subject to this restriction and can be recreated without spending Asset Points.】

【Note: Since the smuggling infiltration method is used, the system will skip the forced analysis and breakthrough steps for that world, so special system skills will be unavailable for a long time in the new world. At the same time, the massive resources saved through this method will become a compensation mechanism, and your Asset Point acquisition multiplier in that world will increase to ten times.】

【Note: After completing a sufficient number of tasks in the smuggled world and surviving for a sufficient time, you will be truly recognized as part of that world's timeline. At this point, you will be able to travel back and forth with your original body, and you can merge the avatar's skills and inventory with those of your original body.】

Ma Ma Zhaodi flipped through these four notices, squinting to see the two characters "need money" between the lines, and he couldn't help but sigh: "To be honest, smuggling to work and get an identity, this whole setup does look a bit familiar."

【This process is the standard smuggling procedure; if it resembles anything else, please do not question it.】

"Alright, alright." Ma Ma Zhaodi then asked: "Can I still use Shangcheng to buy things after I get there?"

【Yes—but before being recognized by that world, Supernatural Items and abilities cannot be brought back temporarily.】

"What about Asset Points? Asset Points should be able to be brought back, right?"

【Yes.】

"That's not bad." Ma Ma Zhaodi opened his panel, thought for a moment: "Alright, most of my abilities are still skill-category, so they can be brought over; I still have over one hundred and ten thousand on me, which should hold up—let's just treat this as a bonus level and farm the system's gold coins."

After making up his mind, he went to a deserted corner to avoid people seeing the whole process of a living person changing right before their eyes.

"Haji-tong, let's go."

【Didn't you say you'd never play with abstract stuff again?】

"I'm an old liar."

With a sudden wave of dizziness rushing to his brain, he lost consciousness.

"Hey, buddy? Are you okay?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi, who had been lying there like a corpse, instinctively opened his eyes: "Who called me?"

"fxxk! (Damn!)"

The youth in the leather jacket was startled by Ma Ma Zhaodi's sudden outburst; he instinctively cursed: "Damn it, are you sick? Why are you lying on the main road for no reason?"

Ma Ma Zhaodi didn't answer immediately; he stood up, brushed the dust off himself, and took the opportunity to look around at the environment.

The sun was brilliant, traffic was heavy, and the city was bustling during the day; in the distance, a huge ring-shaped building could be faintly seen—despite the drastic changes in shape and color, Ma Ma Zhaodi could still recognize it: that was the particle accelerator of Central City.

Alright, the Drake couple went to Central City, so they ended up in the Central City of another world.

Is this reasonable?

This is very reasonable.

"Sorry, I have low blood sugar."

Ma Ma Zhaodi gave the youth an apologetic smile: "I get dizzy easily when walking, and I accidentally fell on the road just now."

He tried to reach into his pocket to take out a candy to prove his point, but he felt nothing.

"Oh right, the Horn of Plenty counts as a Supernatural Item," he thought silently: "I'll need to prepare some other healing methods, or even just life-sustaining tricks, otherwise I won't be able to save people if things get bad."

"Alright, alright, just don't lie on the road again."

The youth glanced at Ma Ma Zhaodi, feeling the guy was still a bit off, so he turned his head and hurriedly left.

Ma Ma Zhaodi smiled meaningfully.

The road section he was on looked quite secluded; although Central City was safe enough, it wasn't to the extent of leaving doors unlocked at night or picking up lost items on the road—in fact, Ma Ma Zhaodi saw a hint of faint disappointment in the eyes of that youth just now.

There were no surveillance cameras on this road section; if he hadn't woken up, he could have just taken his wallet and left without any consequences—but since he woke up, the guy just became a simple reminder.

"Central City is ultimately not a utopia..."

He mused this to himself, then walked over to a coffee shop, connected his phone to the wireless Wi-Fi, and synchronized the time of this world.

"I still need to buy an ID... wait, where did my identity go?"

【Sorry, the system has not analyzed this world, so it cannot purchase a local identity—you can choose to purchase forged identity documents, certificates, as well as phones and accounts, and further perfect your identity information by infiltrating government and Central City Police Department databases.】

"Which one of these suggestions sounds legal to you?"

【This process is the standard smuggling procedure; if you have doubts, please do not question it.】

"Six."

Ma Ma Zhaodi casually purchased the forged identity documents; at this moment, he was still penniless and had to go to a gold shop to exchange money, so he simply took out his bicycle.

Actually, he really wanted to be the perverted wheelchair hero again, but there was no way; wheelchairs were too conspicuous and only suitable for use inside Gotham.

Without the Intermediate Body Constitution bonus, Ma Ma Zhaodi's cycling speed slowed down considerably, dropping to 80 km/h at one point; it took a full ten minutes before he finally arrived at the gold shop.

The forged identity documents were produced by the system and were completely indistinguishable from the real thing; the shop owner found nothing suspicious, the entire transaction went smoothly, and Ma Ma Zhaodi packed them into a small bag before leaving the gold shop.

He took out his phone, hummed a tune, and found the map of Central City—the map showed that the nearest bank was just one block away.

"What a coincidence, isn't it..."

Ma Ma Zhaodi got back on his bicycle and rode toward the bank entrance; having just exchanged money, he definitely needed to deposit most of it.

However, reality is always not as one wishes.

Bang! Bang!

"Everyone don't move! Hands up! No calling the police! Hurry! Move faster!"

"Someone come help pack the money! You! Quick! Or I'll shoot!"

Ma Ma Zhaodi, with a dazed expression, looked around confusedly; beside him was a robber controlling a civilian with a gun, and in front of the counter was a robber threatening a bank teller with a gun.

There were only two people in total, yet they dared to rob a bank; this was a sight that would absolutely never appear in Gotham, because if it were there, these two would have already been blasted into lotus roots by the bank manager with a shotgun.

Facing the robber's gun barrel, Ma Ma Zhaodi finally pointed at his own face: "Huh? Me?"

"Idiot! Hurry up! Or I'll kill you!"

What a coincidence, isn't it.

So he walked to the counter with a dark face and mechanically packed banknotes into the bag along with the bank teller.

Numb, really numb.

Isn't this the Central City? Could it be that robbery here isn't a low-probability event?

(End of Chapter)