Chapter 2086: Ultimate New World (Part 2)

Bruce was stunned for a moment.

At this moment, he had a brand-new understanding of this game, at least as he thought. Had this game gone to such a crazy extent to increase the difficulty? Could they directly create a little girl?

Bruce took a step back, looking at the lively little girl in front of him, unable to believe she was a virtual character created by the organizer.

After hesitating for a while, he still stepped forward, knelt on one knee, looked at the little girl's eyes levelly, and asked: "What did you call me?"

The little girl looked a bit confused, but soon showed a sudden realization expression and said: "You are the other daddy."

Bruce was stunned again, taking two or three seconds to react. He touched the little girl's head and said: "Are you the daughter of Bruce Wei En from another universe?"

The little girl nodded vigorously.

"What's your name?"

"My full name is Elizabeth Martha Wei En, you can call me Aisha." The little girl seemed to have memorized it very fluently.

Hearing the name Martha, Bruce's hand paused slightly. He touched the little girl's head again and called: "Aisha?"

Aisha nodded vigorously, showing a bright smile.

She wouldn't have been scary if she didn't smile, but her smile gave Bruce a fright. That mouth of sharp teeth added a bit of horror and eeriness to such a cute little girl.

"Your teeth..."

"Um, dentist... um... correction." This part was obviously not very fluent. Aisha stammered and only memorized two words.

Bruce changed to a squatting posture, looked back into the room, touched the money in his pocket and counted it, sighed, and said: "Alright, no matter which Bruce Wei En your daddy is, it seems I have to take care of you. Otherwise, just based on your appearance, the judge will sentence me for abandonment."

Bruce stood up, took Aisha's hand, and then said to her: "I'm afraid this place is also strange to you, so we both have to adapt together."

Bruce turned his head and found that Aisha was just staring straight at Bruce's face. Bruce reached out and touched his cheek and said: "What's wrong? Is there something on my face?"

Aisha shook her head.

When the two walked into the elevator, Aisha asked: "Where are we going?"

"To eat." Bruce pulled his jacket and said: "But our money and clothing don't allow us to go to any high-end restaurants. You shouldn't have eaten fast food, right?"

"I've eaten it. My mommy took me to eat all the fast food shops in Gotham." Aisha's speech was still a bit laborious, but it was just that the speaking speed was relatively slow, and the use of words and the logic of expression were completely in line with her age group.

Bruce immediately showed an interested expression. He asked: "Who is your mommy?"

"Not telling you." Aisha turned her head to the other side and stopped talking.

No matter how Bruce asked later, Aisha didn't speak. Soon the elevator reached the bottom floor. Just as he was about to go out, a white lady carrying keys walked out of the small door next to the mailbox.

She pointed to the mailbox for Bruce. After Bruce walked over, he found that the mailbox representing his apartment was stuffed with bills.

Bruce covered his forehead and stood for a long time. He felt that if there were no accidents, he would definitely have an accident.

But he couldn't have an accident. If it were just him, he couldn't pay the rent, the bills were overdue, at most he would sleep on the street. Anyway, he hadn't slept on the street less when fighting crime on the street.

But he couldn't take such a small girl to sleep on the street, and this universe obviously couldn't find her mommy, so he couldn't give the child to the other party for upbringing.

Bruce sighed deeply, and then noticed Aisha's gaze. He turned to look at Aisha and said: "It seems I have to find a job after eating. Let's go."

After speaking, he took Aisha's hand and walked out of the gate of the apartment building lobby.

When the dazzling sunlight shone on his face, Bruce felt like a lifetime away.

Before entering the Battleworld game, Bruce had just encountered a small setback on the way to fighting crime. He broke into a banquet and made a scene, but except for injuries all over his body, he didn't gain anything.

No clues about the murderer of his parents, no justice that could be upheld. He firmly believed that life had fallen to the bottom, but he didn't expect that he had only just begun to fall.

And after entering the Battleworld game, Bruce discovered a very magical thing, that is, everyone had unrealistic expectations of him.

It was simply too magical, even to the point of being mysterious. Why did everyone look at him as if he could immediately take out a piece of equipment that could be used, or even turn the tide, and solve all difficulties?

Was he some kind of turtle in a wishing pool?

And if he didn't do it, they would show disappointment. Bruce was sure he didn't see it wrong. Although they hid it well, they were indeed feeling disappointed.

But what were they disappointed about?

Then Bruce gradually learned that perhaps among all the Batmen in all universes, he was the weakest one.

Other versions of himself were strong to an unbelievable degree, even to the point that Bruce couldn't understand how other versions of himself created so many impossible miracles.

And what made him feel even more desolate was that even though other versions of himself were already so powerful, no one could avoid tragedy, and no one could save the tragedy.

At the end of the old version of Battleworld, Bruce was very moved by the technology displayed in the mall because he knew he lacked these things very much, so after returning to his universe, he had been preparing for this.

Sure enough, one day, an owl landed on the attic of Wei En Manor and sent a closed beta invitation for the new version of Battleworld. Bruce signed his name almost without thinking.

But now it seemed that the closed beta version was probably prepared for other Batmen. As for himself? It was better to wash up and sleep early.

Coming to the garage downstairs, Bruce found that second-hand Ford car, which was very conspicuous among a group of shiny new cars.

Bruce could imagine how much attention this broken car received when it was parked here. They must have thought, how could someone driving this kind of car afford the house here?

And Bruce didn't look at the bills in his hand at all. He knew that the bills generated by an apartment in this location would make him lose the last glimmer of hope to stay here.

But the good news was that Aisha's appearance made him not be considered a human trafficker even if he drove such a car.

Sure enough, this car was checked four times after passing through two blocks. Bruce was asked countless questions, but he was never asked if this was his daughter.

Even the least polite police officer at most looked at Bruce, looked at the car, and then looked at Aisha, then shook his head and sighed, obviously worrying about Aisha's future.

"We have to consider moving." Bruce calculated in his heart and said his thoughts, regardless of whether Aisha could understand, he said: "The overdue bills in a short time won't make us go bankrupt, but without any skill certificates, any job I can find won't be enough to pay the rent of this kind of community."

"We don't have much need to live in the city center. We can move a little further away. The consumption level there will also be lower. I prefer to find a house in a low-income middle-class community, closer to the supermarket, so I can save some gas money."

When Bruce turned to look at Aisha again, Aisha showed a little confusion. Bruce put his hand on the steering wheel, sighed, and said: "Your daddy has never worried about bills, right? But actually, I have had similar experiences. Wei En Enterprises is very rich, but that doesn't mean I have a lot of disposable income... We are here."

Bruce drove the car into the parking space, pushed open the car door, and then opened the car door for Aisha on her side. Aisha walked down, Bruce picked her up, and walked into the revolving door of McDonald's.

There weren't many people in McDonald's at this time because it was noon on a workday. The white-collar workers in the city center were under relatively high pressure, and the meal time was relatively short. Most people chose to bring their own lunch. Some who had to come out to eat mostly needed to talk about business while eating and would choose higher-end restaurants.

Bruce took a menu and spread it flat in front of Aisha and said: "Come on, you order first, what do you want to eat?"

Aisha looked at the marked dollar prices, pointed her finger at a children's meal, and then looked at Bruce without speaking.

Bruce glanced at her and didn't say much, ordering a burger meal for himself.

Their meal was ready quickly, and the two started eating in relative silence. During this period, Bruce kept fiddling with his mobile phone, seemingly checking what was in this magical touch-screen square.

He fiddled for a long time, then frowned. Aisha asked him: "What's wrong?"

"I don't know, but these interfaces suddenly don't display. Wait a minute..."

Bruce turned out the bills he had stuffed in his pocket. After flipping for a long time, he found that there was a phone bill inside, showing that he had been overdue for more than ten days.

Bruce sighed again and put away the phone. At this time, Aisha had almost finished eating.

A waitress walked over to pick up the tray for Aisha and blinked at Bruce at the same time.

Of course, Bruce could understand what she was hinting at. His capital for being popular with the opposite sex wasn't just status and money. He knew he was handsome.

And now, his dress wasn't formal, wearing a hoodie, jacket, and jeans, looking like the kind of white male engaged in manual labor.

This type of profession would instead be more popular with some women because manual labor means they have a strong physique, and their figure is much better than those sitting in offices.

But Bruce couldn't care about those at all right now. He just wiped the food crumbs from the corner of Aisha's mouth with a tissue.

Fortunately, the waitress only felt a little disappointed, but still chatted with her because Aisha was cute enough. Bruce was fiddling with his phone and eating the remaining food.

After they finished eating, they left through the revolving door. Just as they walked towards their car, they found a male police officer standing next to his car. After seeing him walk over, he said: "Hey, buddy, you should know that parking isn't allowed here, right?"

"I don't know, I'm from out of town, spare me this time, officer." Bruce walked up and said.

The police officer waved his hand, just wanting to write a ticket, when he saw Aisha walking out from behind Bruce. His hand paused for a moment and said: "This should be a happy day for you, don't let it happen again."

After speaking, he left. Bruce drove the car and took Aisha to refuel. The black guy at the gas station stuffed the bill into his arms. After Bruce finished paying, he was already looking confused.

"What's going on with this universe?" Bruce looked left and right, lowered his voice and said: "I thought I was at Milan Fashion Week. How come the people here all look so good?"

Bruce had already discovered that the few people he met just now, whether it was appearance or figure, could no longer be said to be above the passing line, but excellent.

That waitress was blonde and blue-eyed, with a curvy figure. The police officer who wrote the ticket looked like Schwarzenegger, and his figure was also a standard inverted triangle. The black guy working at the gas station had a thin waist and long legs, and his face perfectly conformed to the black aesthetic. Even the old cashier responsible for checking out in the gas station looked like a powerful archmage in some magical kingdom.

But at the same time, Bruce also discovered that this group of people was a bit strange. ===== CHAPTER 2087 =====