Chapter 295: The Game Begins

In the pitch black, Bruce felt like he was falling, that intense weightlessness and dizziness surrounding him, making him feel very uncomfortable.

His limbs and body wouldn't listen to him at all, until this long darkness and falling made him start to feel dizzy, and he finally landed on the ground.

Instantly, Bruce sobered up.

Since the last incident, Bruce had set an alarm in his consciousness. Once he entered a dream, or rather, once someone tried to interfere with his dream, he could immediately sober up. Now, Bruce immediately realized that he had entered a dream.

"Walking Alone to Immortality"

He looked down and saw black and gold interwoven floors under his feet, and then he looked up—above him were infinite floors.

The dull sound of heels stepping on the floor surrounded his ears. Bruce turned around and saw Schiller's figure.

This professor's attire was very similar to usual, wearing a long trench coat and a tie, except that his head was a rotating globe.

"Professor..." Bruce narrowed his eyes. He thought of the sentence Schiller said to him when they parted during the day.

"'Have a good dream,' does that mean you're coming into my dream to find me?"

"I'm very sorry, Bruce. I entered your dream without your consent and even pulled you here."

"But I still have to say... welcome to my Tower of Thought."

Schiller spread his arms, showing all this to Bruce. Bruce looked at him and said, "Is this the tower that descended into the depths of my consciousness last time?"

"That's right. They have all come in to visit, only you haven't. But clearly, your visiting journey will be a little different from theirs..."

"What?" Bruce asked.

"Others bought round-trip tickets, but you only have a one-way ticket to here. To go back, you have to climb to the very top, otherwise, you will be trapped here forever..."

"Is that so?"

Bruce looked up and snapped his fingers. Instantly, he sat up from the bed.

Since the last serial dream, Bruce had set up a series of very complex mechanisms in his brain to achieve the effect of being able to sober up immediately once forced into a dream.

Just at this time, he heard the bedroom door being knocked. Schiller's voice sounded outside the door: "You don't need to try to use that mechanism in your brain; that's completely wasting your energy, because I didn't simply hypnotize you, but borrowed a path from Morpheus and pulled you directly into the dream. You can't wake up..."

Bruce closed his eyes. Instantly, the scene collapsed, and he sat up from the bed again.

Schiller had already opened the bedroom door and was standing at the door looking at him. Bruce fell down again, and then sat up again. Schiller was still there.

Bruce frowned and repeated the waking-up process, just like doing sit-ups. But no matter how many times, Schiller was standing at the door looking at him.

After an unknown number of times, Schiller knocked on the door frame with his hand, making a sound to attract Bruce, and said: "If you can't understand this, then I'll change the way to tell you—this is part of the psychology class homework..."

But Bruce completely ignored him and was still trying to wake up, despite the multiple mental stimulations that had already made his face pale and covered in cold sweat.

Batman's personality determined that he couldn't trust anyone, nor could he let anyone pry into and manipulate his dreams at will.

Schiller said to him, "Stop."

Bruce stopped for a moment and turned to look at Schiller. He saw the professor's face gradually turn cold.

Schiller looked into his eyes and said, "Bruce, you've been in my class for so long, why don't you understand yet..."

Bruce looked into his eyes, said nothing, and then he heard Schiller's tone drop:

"... In my class, no one can fail to hand in their homework."

As the words fell, his figure disappeared. Instantly, another terrifying figure appeared in front of Bruce's bedroom door—he was wearing a red and green striped sweater, one of his hands was a sharp iron claw, his skin was like red muscle that had fallen off after being burned, and a terrifying shrill laugh came from his mouth.

Bruce didn't even see his movements clearly before the sharp blade on his finger was inserted into his chest. In the intense pain that was exactly the same as reality, he woke up from the dream again.

And this time, appearing outside his bedroom door was a man in black wearing a white mask and holding a dagger. More importantly, he even brought his own background music. When that "thump-thump-thump" music, like a heartbeat speeding up, sounded, Bruce rolled under the bed, dodged the dagger flashing with cold light, and then elbowed the knee of this tall killer from the side, but ultimately still couldn't dodge the dagger flashing with cold light.

When Bruce sat up from the bed again, he instantly turned over and got out of bed. And this time, appearing at the door was a man wearing a hockey mask and holding a machete.

This time, Bruce successfully caused him damage. He inserted a sharp candlestick into the man's chest, but unfortunately, he only took two steps back, then swung the machete again, hacking at Bruce.

After waking up again, appearing in front of him was a terrifying serial killer with human skin sewn on his face and holding a chainsaw...

This time, Bruce didn't choose to clash head-on with him, but after throwing a handful of glass shards at him, he jumped out of the window and arrived in the rainy night of Cat Getan.

When he landed, he looked up. A flash of lightning streaked across the night sky. In the brief brightness, he saw that huge tower standing in the city center, like a silent black giant.

And at this time, he heard Schiller's voice ringing in his ears:

"Bruce, originally, I just wanted you to climb stairs in my Tower of Thought. For a fledgling vigilante, this is the best choice to exercise willpower and thinking ability."

"You can only climb one floor a night. This is just a very easy piece of homework. You have at least two years to complete a long-term project..."

"But now, Bruce, you are trying to avoid doing your homework, so I can only change to a less humane way..."

"I will let every bad child who doesn't do their homework know what the consequences will be... The game has begun, Bruce."

In the end, Schiller's tone was colder than the rainy night in Cat Getan. And at the same time, Bruce saw that in the dark alley at the entrance of Wei En Manor, another flash of lightning streaked across—

The man in the white mask holding a dagger walked quickly toward him, the monster wearing a striped sweater with an iron claw on one hand was lying on the wall laughing at him, the roar of the chainsaw was getting louder and louder, and when the machete struck, Bruce almost didn't see his movements clearly at all, and the darkness struck again.

And this time, Bruce didn't return to the bed, but returned to the entrance of Wei En Manor. Waiting for him outside were still the four terrifying serial killers.

Bruce was unarmed, and there was nothing around he could use. He had to break through them with his bare hands.

And Bruce saw that behind the alley, in the deeper dark night of Cat Getan, there were countless terrifying eyes, staring at him fixedly.

The rain in Cat Getan was getting heavier and heavier. Following the dense rain lines upward, after passing through the thick cloud layer, above his head was a ceiling covered in stars.

Crossing the ceiling were the theater seats. Yin Wensi, who was leaning on the chair, shivered. He turned around, drew a cross on his chest, and said to Schiller: "Professor, I swear I have never missed handing in my homework! I wrote every assignment well! I swear..."

Cobblepot also swallowed. He was considering whether to cross Cat Getan University off his list of candidate universities. Victor touched his sideburns, turned to Schiller, and said: "Fortunately, this is a dream, right?"

"These few killers you fabricated are quite interesting. Not only do they each have their own characteristics, but they also seem to have their own set of behavioral logic..."

"... Wait, that's fictional, right?"

———Side Note———

Science Popularization:

Monster in a red and green striped sweater with sharp claws: Freddy — "A Nightmare on Elm Street"

Tall man in a white mask holding a dagger with his own BGM: Michael — "Halloween"

Man in a hockey mask holding a machete: Jason — "Friday the 13th"

Serial killer with human skin sewn on his face holding a chainsaw: Leatherface — "The Texas Chain Saw Massacre"

The above four are collectively known as the four great serial killers in film history.

I call this plot — Batman's Bad Luck!! Hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!!!!! ===== CHAPTER 296 =====