Chapter 1880

In the hall with dazzling lights, a row of empty seats shone with cold light under the spotlight on the head. With a "swish," a beam of light shone on the front of the hall, and a figure in a purple bodysuit and green vest appeared in the light.

He picked up the microphone, cleared his throat, and shouted to the seat area full of phantoms: "Hello everyone, welcome to Battleworld-New Earth! I am the host of spectator mode, Owen. You can also call me Molecule Man, and some of you are old friends of mine."

"But this is not the point today. The point is that we will welcome another team of fearless duelists to challenge our first game!!!"

Accompanied by his shouting, a huge light screen popped up in front of the seats. The moment the picture on the light screen appeared, a golden light flashed in Owen's eyes, and then he showed a disappointed expression.

He lowered his arm, put down the microphone, and said: "Heavyweight players are on stage, but it's a pity that the game started for too short a time, and there is no audience at all."

After speaking, he snapped his fingers in low spirits. All the lights went out, leaving only the huge light screen. Owen threw away the microphone, sat cross-legged on the spot, and watched the scene appearing in the light screen with great interest.

Accompanied by Owen's gaze, the scene in the screen gradually appeared. It was a very ordinary wooden house. At this time, the door of the wooden house was pushed open, and a female figure walked in. Seeing the three people already in the room, she let out an exclamation as if she had been startled.

The girl who just pushed the door and walked in looked at the three people in the room silently. It seems they were the teammates she was matched with this time.

The man on the far left was wearing an ill-fitting suit, but the shirt was wrinkled. He had a messy green hair that looked like it hadn't been carefully managed. He was wearing a dirty Joker mask on his face, and the eyes projected from the dark holes were very gloomy and unclear.

He hugged his arms and leaned against the wall, one leg bent, his feet stepping on the wall behind him, his hands hugging his arms, looking a bit cautious. The already uneven suit was pinched with several more wrinkles by the gap in his arms.

The man in the middle was wearing a white coat and glasses, looking very elegant, just like the kind of doctor with superb medical skills you would see in a good hospital's clinic. He tilted his head and kept looking at the weirdo in the suit next to him, his eyes full of strange fanaticism.

When the girl saw the woman at the end, it was like seeing a life-saving straw. She shouted: "Captain Marvel! My God, I'm glad you're here!"

The blonde woman called Captain Marvel looked at the girl suspiciously and said: "Who are you? Do you know me?"

"I'm Kitty, we've met before, don't you remember? Oh, wait, you're not the Captain Marvel of our universe!"

The girl seemed to have just reacted, covering her mouth awkwardly. Captain Marvel was a bit dissatisfied that she had broken her identity as soon as she arrived. After all, even the stupidest person could think that in a situation with counterparts and spectators, it was definitely better to expose her identity as late as possible.

So Carol, Captain Marvel, kept a heart. Anyway, she didn't wear a uniform when she came here, and she tied her loose blonde hair behind her head and changed her eyebrow shape with an eyebrow pencil.

Carol's appearance was not very distinctive, it was a relatively popular beauty. After changing her makeup, even her teammates said she looked very strange. Although the disguise could only last for a while, it was better to fool one person.

She didn't expect this little girl to have dealt with her in another universe, and recognized her at first sight. She had to sigh, smoothed the hair in front of her forehead, and said: "Come in quickly, the game is about to start."

Kitty stuck out her tongue, didn't turn around, just closed the door with her hands behind her back. The green-haired weirdo and the doctor looked at her at the same time. She felt her hair stand on end, as if even her soul had been seen through.

"We should have a few minutes. To avoid not knowing how to address each other during the game, let's introduce ourselves first. My name is Carol, you can also call me Captain Marvel."

Carol kept a heart. Anyway, her identity was already exposed, so she might as well bind the names Carol and Captain Marvel together, but she knew Captain Marvel might not be Carol. This was a small word game.

"Schiller, I don't have any titles, you can also call me Doctor." Schiller smiled and said.

"You're a doctor?" Carol frowned and asked.

"Yes, a surgeon." Schiller nodded.

"Why do you keep staring at him? Do you know him?" Carol's gaze kept patrolling between Schiller and the other man.

"No, this is our first meeting, I just feel he is a bit familiar." Schiller turned his head and looked at the man leaning against the wall again.

Schiller could still recognize him? This was the Joker from a certain universe, but Joker alone was not enough to make him pay so much attention. It was mainly because he was too familiar with this Joker's appearance.

If he remembered correctly, in his original universe, the name of the Joker actor in this movie was Heath Ledger.

"I'm Shadowcat Kitty, um... I don't have anything special, I'm still in school." The girl showed an embarrassed smile.

The eyes of the remaining three fell on the silent green-haired man.

The other party seemed a bit unaccustomed to so many people looking at him. One could clearly hear the sound of his nose inhaling. When he took his feet off the wall, he staggered.

One foot supported him, but the other foot didn't know where to put it. Fortunately, he waved his arms in time to stabilize his center of gravity. After standing straight, he shook stiffly on the spot, and there was another obvious sound of inhalation.

"Joker, call me Joker."

Kitty showed a bright smile and said: "Mr. Joker, are you okay? Do you want me to help you?"

Joker said nothing, walked to the table with a bit of a hunchback, and his hands finally hung down, but it always seemed like his shoulders were hung by something, carrying a gloom that couldn't be more mediocre.

"What's your profession?" Carol asked: "Well, I don't want to boast, but you can understand my profession as a cosmic police officer, although I am always running around for some trivial things."

"I'm a..."

When Joker spoke, both women felt strange. He didn't seem to be inhaling or exhaling. The sound was like being squeezed out of his throat.

"I'm a weirdo." Joker suddenly laughed lowly and said: "My profession is a weirdo, but the weirdest thing I just did was rob a bank."

Carol widened her eyes instantly, with a trace of disgust in her eyes. She said: "You wouldn't be a supercriminal, would you? No, no, you don't look like someone with superpowers. Which prison did you run out of?"

Kitty seemed to feel anxious about some impending sword-drawn atmosphere. She rubbed her hands and stomped her feet, saying: "Let's talk about the game first. Now everyone is a player, right? Maybe we need to cooperate. The previous profession is not that important. My teacher said, don't define a person by the norm."

"Your teacher is right, miss." Schiller smiled and nodded: "Humans are a kind of creature that often changes. At the critical moment of life and death, even a criminal will do his part. We should focus on the present."

"All... all..." Joker shook his head, suddenly turned his head to stare at Schiller, twisted his chin outward, almost at a vertical angle to his neck, looked at Schiller with side eyes, and said: "Let's make a deal, I'll take off the mask, you take off the human skin."

"Mr. Joker, now is not the time to joke."

"I'm afraid I'm more serious than you think." Joker suddenly stepped forward, and a pair of rough hands suddenly grabbed Schiller's neck, his thumb pressing on the center of the connection between his chin and neck, almost instantly leaving a bloodstain.

"Either I cut it open myself, all... all cut open..."

Schiller stared at him with indifferent eyes, one hand grabbed the other's wrist, but Joker suddenly said: "No, Doctor, you can't use force, let alone grab me and throw me out. You know why you can't."

"My God, what are you doing?! You..."

Carol suddenly looked like a chicken whose neck had been strangled, the last syllable almost turning into a scream, because she saw the man who called himself Joker slowly take off his mask, revealing a pale face corroded by chemicals and a bright red smile.

Kitty was also startled, instinctively took two steps back, wanting to step forward to stop it, but didn't dare to move.

Just as they were deadlocked, a prompt sounded: "The game rules will be read below, please listen carefully, duelists."

Joker let go of Schiller, but suddenly lowered his head and started searching desperately in his pockets. He held the hem of his suit with both hands, then patted the front and back pockets of his suit pants with his open hands. Suddenly, he roared angrily: "Where is my pistol?! Where did you put my pistol?!! My gun and my money!!"

Schiller covered his neck with one hand and watched all this coldly. Carol finally stepped forward to stop him: "Quiet! Otherwise we won't be able to hear the rules!"

"Give me back my weapon! Damn it!" Joker was still shouting. He looked like he was crazy, opening his arms, his head tilted at an angle that was almost broken, and said: "I'm going to kill you! I'm going to kill you!"

"In this game, the use of any offensive items or abilities is not allowed. All items and abilities related to this have been removed. They will automatically recover after the game ends."

The moment the first syllable of the prompt sounded, Joker became incomparably quiet. After the prompt finished, Joker lowered his arms, swayed to the table, lifted the hem of his suit with one hand, pressed the other hand on the table, and clicked his tongue:

"Look, this group of people are all bullies who fear the tough and bully the weak. If you are not fierce, they dare to embezzle any of your things. That was the money I worked hard to rob."

Carol was even more disgusted. She took a step to the side, wanting to stand in the same direction as Kitty, but Kitty hesitated, leaned to her right, raised her face to look at Schiller, pointed to Joker, and said: "Doctor, is he a bit crazy?"

"Don't talk bad about me behind my back." Joker bent one knee, pointed his shoe tip to the outside of the other foot, put his elbows on the table, put all his weight on this side, and pointed straight at Kitty with one finger: "Little girl, if you dare to talk nonsense again, I will tear your mouth apart."

Kitty immediately showed an unbelievable expression. Carol was about to roar, but Joker put the hand he was supporting on the table behind his ear again, shook his head nimbly, and said: "What are the game rules? Um?"

"Alright, everyone, now is not the time to argue." Schiller said gently: "Let's listen to the rules first."

With a "click," a hole opened in the ceiling, and a fire basin full of charcoal slowly descended, falling in front of the people on the circular table.

The chains were not withdrawn, just loosely hanging above the fire basin. There was no open flame in the fire basin, only charcoal that turned slightly red with the flow of air.

"'Game-Traveler's Fire' is about to begin."

"Please duelists, take the matches in your hands. After the game begins, starting from the 12 o'clock position facing the room door, throw the matches into the fire basin clockwise."

"Each person can choose to throw one to three matches per round, or choose to skip without throwing but make the fire basin rise by 30 centimeters. The last duelist to throw the matches will be executed and eliminated. The charcoal in the fire basin cannot leave the fire basin, and nothing other than matches can be thrown into the fire basin. Violators will be executed and eliminated."

"The scope of this game is defined as within one meter of the circular table. Those who leave the game venue without authorization before the game is completed will be executed and eliminated."

"Friendly reminder, the buildings and furniture in this game venue are made of wood. Be careful with fire and pay attention to safety."

With another "click," the hole where the fire basin fell was closed, and the material of the dark door was also flammable wood.

Instantly, the expressions of the four people in the field were different. Schiller's smile remained unchanged, Joker pursed his lips inward, Carol looked blank, and Kitty was slightly terrified.

"Game start."