Chapter 2085: Ultimate New World (Part 1)

"I killed Captain America."

"An unexpected accident, but I cannot say I was completely unaware of it. I think we were both wrong, but it is too late to say that now."

A pair of eyes emitting a faint silver light moved away from the camera, and Tony Stark's face appeared completely on the screen.

Judging from the background, he should be in his laboratory, fully armed in his symbiote armor, but there was no longer that playful smile on his face, looking very serious.

"I admit this was a wrong decision. It made S. H. I. E. L. D. and Congress aware of my intentions too early, and they began to do their best to block the software I created."

"Killing a national hero also made me the most vicious wanted criminal. Spider-Man sees me as an enemy, Nick Fury is trying his best to hunt me down. This is not the situation I wanted; I must find a way to change all this."

"Fortunately, the huge power originally used to push the universe gave me the opportunity to build a time machine that shocks the past and the present. Now I must return to the past to reverse the situation and save all this."

"To record my plan, I chose to leave this video. I need to warn myself: if you don't put them in a desperate situation, they will never understand how great a gift your concession is."

The glowing pupils moved away from the lens again, Stark's face sank into the darkness from a high position, and then he turned and walked into the huge machine behind him in that bright armor.

After a burst of signal interference, the screen was cut off, the tablet was placed on the table, and a slight sigh came.

The young man turned his head, lowered his eyelids to cover his slightly tired gray-blue eyes, and looked at the owl landing by the window.

He wanted to reach out and touch the owl's head, but the scars on his arm made him gasp in pain.

"I really don't understand, little guy. Why does a god powerful enough to create an independent universe and let so many people compete in it have to adopt such a primitive way of sending letters?"

"Chirp!"

The owl chirped, and the young man still tried to lift his arm to touch the owl's head. The owl narrowed its big eyes and shook the feathers on its wings.

He turned around again, picked up the tablet, and looked at it left and right like observing some rare treasure.

Suddenly, the tablet screen lit up again, and a blurry figure appeared on the screen. After focusing, the young man raised his eyebrows in surprise.

"Hello, Bruce Wayne. I think you have already participated in the Battleworld competition before. Please don't be surprised by everything you encounter now, and be sure to listen carefully."

"The Battleworld system is currently under maintenance, and the organizers are fully upgrading the game system. During the upgrade process, we need someone to test various functions for us. We sincerely invite dozens of closed beta players to conduct tests on various functions."

"On the closed beta invitation letter you received brought by the owl, it has been marked that you are participating in the test of the task system part. The consent and signature you marked on the closed beta invitation letter will be regarded by us as your acceptance of the closed beta game rules, precautions, and other terms..."

Bruce held the tablet high, level with his line of sight, looked at the figure on the screen and said: "If I remember correctly, you should be Dr. Schiller, right? Someone showed me your photo, and they told me to stay away from you."

"Now is not the time for idle chatter, Bruce."

"Of course, I know." The young man shrugged, turned his head to one side and said: "I think this is a good opportunity, so I agreed. I need equipment and resources."

Schiller on the screen was slightly stunned. He actually didn't know who this Bruce was, just reading the disclaimer as usual.

It's really rare to see anything strange after living for a long time. There would actually be a Batman telling him he needed equipment and resources?

Batman indeed had all kinds of strange varieties, but their common point was that they never lacked equipment and resources; otherwise, how could they be called Batman?

Schiller took a document from the side and flipped through it. The more he looked, the deeper his frown became. He turned off the camera and turned around and shouted: "Nick? Nick! Who did you pick?!"

Nick stuck his head in and said: "What's wrong? Isn't this Batman?"

"How exactly did you accurately pick the weakest one among so many Batmen?"

"But didn't you say the Batman you know is the weakest one? I excluded him first!"

Schiller was choked, and he couldn't refute it, because for a long time before, Schiller had thought so, but there were always exceptions to everything.

Schiller once suspected whether he had come to a universe with a number in the official comics, although it was later proven not to be, but the universe he suspected at that time was the famous Earth-1.

DC Universe Earth-1, a very magical earth, and the reason it was famous was because the Batman of this earth could be called the weakest Batman.

This title didn't wrong him at all. The most fatal thing was that he didn't have the high IQ of most Batmen. In terms of software, he could only be considered better among ordinary people. He also had a not-so-light psychological shadow due to the death of his parents, and his personality was relatively paranoid. Combining it all, he was at the level of an ordinary person.

In terms of hardware, he learned some fighting, but he didn't travel the world like most Batmen, visiting teachers everywhere and learning unique secret techniques. The fighting he learned was actually what ordinary people could learn. At most, because he was rich, the coaches he hired were more responsible. Except for not taking drugs, he was at the level of a rich man in the fitness world.

Because he didn't have a super-high IQ, he couldn't invent any equipment that spanned the era, so all the bat equipment he possessed was squeezed out of the scientists in his company. It could basically be considered a real cosplay suit. Except for conforming to the image of Batman, it had nothing to do with bat equipment.

The comics of this universe were more like showing us the existence of a more scientific Batman that conformed to the logic of the real world—the comic version of Don Quixote.

Schiller previously suspected that the Batman he knew was the Batman of Earth-1, which wasn't unreasonable, because the Batman of that universe didn't choose to travel the world at the age of 18, but chose to go to college, which really looked like something the Earth-1 Bat would do.

The document in Schiller's hand now indicated that the Batman he was talking to now was very likely the legendary weakest Batman.

Schiller reopened the communication and found that Bruce on the opposite side was actually knocking on the tablet, and even put his face in front of the camera and said: "Hello? Hello? Are you still there? You haven't told me what I need to do yet?"

Schiller opened his mouth, but closed it again quickly. He just left the last sentence "Good luck" and hung up the communication.

The tablet in Bruce's hand folded into a chip no larger than a fingertip in a way he couldn't understand and stuck to his arm.

With a "swish," a virtual projection popped up on it, writing "Battleworld chip loading complete. Please don't worry, contestant. This chip and the content released by the chip can only be seen by the contestant himself."

The moment Bruce's fingertip touched the chip, another line of text popped up, "Please do not attempt to destroy the chip with violence. The organizer will pursue compensation at a thousand times the price."

Bruce pulled his hand back.

Immediately after, a line of projected text popped up above the chip.

"Main mission goal: Stop the conspiracy of Ultimate Iron Man Tony Stark to control the world."

Below the text was a picture, which was exactly the face of Ultimate Iron Man, that is, the White Tank, but Bruce had already seen it in the video before.

"Side mission 1: Stop Ultimate Iron Man Tony Stark from killing Captain America; Mission reward: Full set of standard bat equipment."

"Side mission 2: Investigate the truth of the spread of the Extremis virus and find the virus mother; Mission reward: Blueprint for bat weapon production line."

"Side mission 3: Get all the data of the time machine developed by Ultimate Iron Man; Mission reward: Blueprint for bat monitoring equipment production line."

"All side mission rewards will be issued on the spot after completion, and the main mission reward will be settled uniformly after the mission ends."

After the text finished playing, the light of the chip went out completely. Bruce hesitated for a while, then chose to explore his surroundings first.

He turned his head and found that this was a fairly tidy apartment, a one-bedroom suite. From the layout of the house, it could be seen that the location of the house was probably good.

Sure enough, Bruce walked to the window and pulled open the curtains, seeing the prosperous city scene, high-rise buildings, heavy traffic, and the rare clear blue sky and bright sunshine.

Bruce felt that the skyline of this city looked a bit familiar, but he couldn't remember exactly which city it was for a while, so he could only judge by the style of the city's architecture that it should be the West Coast.

Turning his head to look at the clock, it was 12 noon. Bruce immediately formulated his next action plan. In short, order food first.

Bruce found a jacket on the hanger. After putting it on, he found it was quite fitting. He found keys and a mobile phone on the coffee table.

The mobile phone was not quite the same as what Bruce had used before. He operated it for a long time before adapting to the way of using it, and then found a car key hanging on the key. Judging from the shape, it was a Ford car, but the specific model could no longer be judged.

Taking these things, Bruce tidied up his appearance, and when he reached into his pocket, he found 200 dollars and some scattered change.

Bruce was stunned when he saw the money, and then he searched all the pockets on his body at the fastest speed, as well as all the places in the house that looked like they could put important items.

Obviously, his total net worth now was less than 300 dollars.

That is to say, he still had to earn money to support himself here.

Bruce looked at the mission printed on the chip on his arm again, showing a difficult expression.

Not to mention anything else, just from this text, one could read that this guy called Ultimate Iron Man must be super powerful. Come on, that's a time machine. What level of scientist must the guy who can invent this thing be?

Then he had to stop this guy from killing some guy who also sounded very powerful, had to figure out the truth of some kind of virus, and had to find the data of the time machine and take them away. In this case, he still had to solve the problem of eating by himself.

Bruce had only one thought now: is this game for people to play?

And Schiller, who was monitoring all this behind the screen, slapped his forehead and waved his hand at the others, saying: "Quick! Send support! Send support!"

"But isn't this the 'Batman difficulty' you carefully designed?"

"Yes, but..."

"Isn't he Batman?"

"He is, but... forget it, it's hard to explain to you. We have to find him a helper. Let me think... just you, go."

Bruce, who had finished dressing, opened the door. Looking down, he saw a little girl who looked 80% like him standing in front of his door looking up at him.

"Daddy!" ===== CHAPTER 2086 =====