Chapter 3444

Clark threw Bruce onto the sofa in his bedroom.

He exhaled a breath, just about to go call Alfred, when the Battleworld system sent a message.

"Hello, you are now notified that your world is about to welcome a plot node and has been selected by Battleworld players as a dungeon. It is expected that four players will land in this universe in one hour, with the landing point being—Metropolis."

Seeing this prompt, Clark was stunned.

This is a newly launched feature of Battleworld, because some participating players complained that when they were queuing for a dungeon, people happened to come to their homes, causing some of their plans to be messed up—"some" specifically refers to Batman—so Battleworld launched this early warning feature.

During the period before your world becomes a dungeon and other players log in, the system will notify players in this universe who are participating in Battleworld, allowing them to prepare early.

Of course, this may lead to some players preparing in advance, deliberately obstructing, or even harming other players. However, information is transparent in both directions; locals can prepare early, and those players can also prepare early, it just depends on who is better prepared, which is also a part of the game.

But in most cases, players will not take meaningless destructive actions. On one hand, they are restricted by tasks, and simple looting of materials cannot be taken out, and if they don't complete the task, they won't get points, which is a waste of time; on the other hand, Battleworld does not encourage meaningless destruction, and if reported by multiple people, they may be banned.

Clark glanced at the notification, then glanced at Bruce, who was drunk on the sofa; he felt that Bruce must have done it on purpose.

Otherwise, why is it such a coincidence? As soon as someone is coming, Bruce gets drunk. He must have gotten the news from somewhere in advance and did it on purpose.

But what's the point of doing this? Clark doesn't know either. Anyway, Bruce is unconscious now, and he has to deal with all the trouble.

It only took Clark one second to make the decision not to disturb Alfred; he walked to the sofa, grabbed Bruce by the waist, lifted him up, and flew out of Wei En Manor again.

Flying all the way back to Metropolis, Clark didn't return to his own home, but came to Luthor Manor.

When he put Bruce down, Lex Luthor stood behind him, his expression complex; he seemed to hesitate for a long time before opening his mouth to say: "Even if you find him annoying, isn't it a bit bad to get him this drunk?"

"What?" Clark turned to look at him.

"You got him drunk so he wouldn't participate in the Metropolis affair. Be careful, he might come looking for trouble when he wakes up."

Clark pursed his lips helplessly and said: "How could I possibly get him drunk for such a small matter? He got drunk himself."

Lex's eyebrows were tightly knitted together, and he said: "Is there any special reason he dared to get drunk at this time? Is there someone he doesn't want to see among the players coming?"

"I don't know about that." Clark shook his head and said, "Do you have any news about who it is?"

Lex thought for a while and then said: "I think we should study what the upcoming plot node is first."

"We'll discuss this later, I'll deal with him first." Clark supported Bruce and went to the bathroom again.

He soaked a towel in cold water to wipe Bruce's face; perhaps stimulated by the cold water, Bruce woke up slightly.

Then he ran to the toilet and started vomiting wildly.

After vomiting all the alcohol, he finally felt a bit better. He turned over and sat on the floor; Clark supported him again and let him go to the sink to wash his face.

Bruce could barely stand steady; he turned on the faucet and scrubbed his face with cold water, becoming more sober.

"You should go to sleep for a while, but before that, tell us what your plans are."

"I think watching a movie is not bad." Bruce lay on the sink, uncomfortably wrinkling his eyes and rubbing his stomach, saying, "It would be even better with some popcorn and cola."

"I'm not talking about that." Clark washed the towel clean and hung it up, then said, "What do you think about Battleworld?"

Bruce lowered his head; his hair had grown long again, and when it hung down the side of his cheeks, it made it impossible for people to see his expression; Clark only saw his jaw move.

"I think it's quite good." Bruce said, "We can all try teaming up with different teammates; this should help us understand each other better and also facilitate us uniting the forces on Earth."

Clark keenly realized something was wrong and said: "Didn't you see the Battleworld notification?"

"I saw the team disbanding... what?!" Bruce's eyes were unfocused; he was clearly browsing the Battleworld interface.

Bruce was stunned on the spot for 10 seconds; Clark even began to suspect that he was preparing countless plans like other Batmen, when he opened his mouth and said: "It's over!! Why at this time?!"

"So you really didn't know. Then why did you go to the bar to drink?"

Bruce turned his body over, leaned on the sink, and looked at Clark, saying: "You mean, the last game we teamed up in can't be considered an unhappy ending, and the suggestion you made that maybe we should each change teammates was just you talking in your sleep?"

Clark opened his mouth and said: "I didn't say that. I mean, is this the reason you ran to the bar to get drunk?"

Bruce smiled at him and said: "Whether it is or not, I will definitely say it is. Because that way, if we respond poorly to this player landing event, then you'll have half the responsibility."

"Bruce..." Clark called out, "I admit, when that game ended, my words were a bit excessive. I really shouldn't have said that, it was entirely my fault, I apologize to you."

Bruce stared at him motionlessly; his demeanor looked like that kind of lie detector that would be placed in an interrogation room—not to say how professional it was, but as if as long as he appeared in a place in a certain posture, it would have a deterrent effect.

"I invited you to the couple's night because I felt that if I apologized to you alone, it would be a bit awkward, so I wanted to use this way to ease our relationship. I really didn't expect you to run off to drink."

"But you sent me a message." Bruce said.

"Yes, you are an adult, I have no right to interfere with you going to a bar. I really thought you were just going to relax, I didn't expect you to drink so much."

"You also made a video call to me."

"I could see you were drunk, but I thought it was fine to get drunk once in a while, I didn't expect players to come at this exact time."

"Yes, it's all 'you didn't expect'. You also didn't expect that when that little girl died in front of me in the last game, I would have PTSD."

Clark was stunned; the plot of the last game passed through his mind, and he remembered one of the scenes, where a little girl was shot and killed on the way running toward Bruce.

"So this is the reason your state was wrong for the whole game?"

Bruce wiped his face again, shook the water off his hands, but didn't speak. Clark took a deep breath, walked over, and pressed Bruce's shoulders, saying: "It's entirely my fault, I'm so sorry."

Bruce turned to the side, but it didn't look like he was deliberately trying to break free, then he put the toilet lid down, sat on the toilet, looked up at Clark, and said: "My head hurts like it's going to explode now, how do you plan to deal with those players?"

"Lex and I are discussing what the upcoming plot node is. Since they landed in Metropolis, this matter must be related to Metropolis, I suspect someone will invade Metropolis."

"Who? Aliens?"

"Not important, you should go to sleep." After saying that, Clark lifted Bruce from the toilet—to be precise, he hauled him up, without considering his wishes at all, and then stuffed him into the bedroom.

"I made a very serious mistake." When closing the bedroom door, Clark said this to Lex.

"The mistakes between you two have nothing to do with me." Lex said, "I just hope this mistake didn't happen in my bathroom, otherwise you two can both get out."

"What are you thinking about? I'm referring to the game Bruce and I teamed up in before." Clark sighed and said, "I noticed his state was bad, I thought he was annoyed, so I said maybe we could try changing teammates..."

"And then?"

"But that was actually a misunderstanding, a scene in the game triggered some bad memories for him, and I didn't notice that."

"So he ran to the bar to drink? Did you think of him as too fragile?"

Clark walked to a chair and sat down, then said: "Actually, I know he's not that fragile, but he just likes to act crazy like this, and this matter is clearly my responsibility, so I can't say anything."

Lex was silent for two seconds on the spot and then said: "For what purpose did he act crazy like this? Just to get your attention?"

"Maybe he's expressing his dissatisfaction." Clark said, "You know, choosing him or choosing you, choosing him or choosing Diana..."

"Why doesn't he ask you to choose him or choose Lois?" Lex was speechless.

Just as he said this, Bruce pushed the door and came out, holding a strange rectangular thin sheet in his hand, which looked like a phone from another world to Clark.

"What's wrong with you?" Clark asked.

"I have inspiration." Bruce said without looking up.

"What inspiration?"

"Inspiration for making phones!"

Bruce ran out in a hurry, but he wasn't actually sober at all; now he was just in the second stage of being drunk and acting crazy, so Clark and Lex had to follow him in a hurry.

"Hasn't Wei En Enterprises always been making phones?" Clark said.

Bruce suddenly stopped with a sharp brake; Clark almost didn't stop, and Lex even crashed into Clark, fortunately, the speed wasn't fast, otherwise, he would have died young from this impact.

"Yes, Wei En Enterprises has always been making phones." Bruce turned around and said at a fast speed, then he suddenly roared, "But you motherfuckers don't use a single Wei En Enterprises phone!!!"

Then he turned and ran; Clark hurriedly chased after him; fortunately, Bruce didn't remember that he could fly, and Clark rushed up in one stride and grabbed him.

"What are you going crazy for! Bruce!" Clark snatched the phone from his hand and said, "We don't use Wei En Enterprises phones because the phones we have now are fine, there's no need to change, and that thing is very expensive..."

"Nonsense! Because you still think of me as Batman, you think I might install a wiretapping system in your phones, so even if I give them to you, you won't use them..."

"What crazy talk are you saying, you haven't given them to us either?"

"But he gave them to you, and you used them!" Bruce pointed at Lex and said, "Why don't you suspect he would install a wiretap in the phone?!"

"He hasn't given them to us either, and we haven't suspected..."

Lex really couldn't stand it anymore; he pulled Clark from behind and said: "He's drunk, he's completely acting crazy now, hurry up and get him back to the room..."

It would have been fine if he didn't say this, but as soon as he said this, Bruce started running again, running all the way from the corridor to the patio on the second floor.

At this moment, he finally remembered that he could fly; he soared into the air with a *whoosh* and flew straight out of the front door.

Clark hurriedly chased after him; Bruce accelerated like crazy, and Clark had no choice but to fly faster and faster following him.

Perhaps blown by the cold wind at high altitude, Bruce became a bit sober again, seeming a bit confused about the current situation, not understanding how he flew up, and then fell straight down.

Clark hurriedly flew down as well, caught him in mid-air, and then placed him steadily on the ground.

Just as he was about to breathe a sigh of relief, Bruce's crazy energy came up again; he shouted at Clark: "You wanted us to watch movies all night, but you didn't prepare popcorn and cola, you know I like eating popcorn and drinking cola the most when watching movies..."

Clark is now convinced that Lex is right; Bruce is just drunk, he shouldn't reason with this drunkard.

So he rushed up, hugged Bruce from behind, and performed a side throw; Bruce was thrown dizzy, but still swayed and wanted to stand up.

Clark really had no choice; he stretched out a hand, tried his best to control his strength, and smashed a punch on the back of his neck; Bruce fainted directly.

Seeing that this drunkard finally stopped, Clark hadn't had time to breathe a sigh of relief when he found that at the end of this alley, four eyes were staring straight at him—all blue eyes.

?? Rarely seen in a lifetime

? (End of chapter)