Chapter 4926

"This is indeed a problem." The agent sat down. "If we can't even get into the teaching building of the Xide Sect, then there's no way to deal with the final boss at all. From the looks of it, you guys are indeed the most likely to get through."

The two sighed in unison.

"You still don't understand psychoanalysis at all," Tim said. "I graduated, not because I mastered it, but because Xilei truly had no other recourse."

"Who isn't like that?" Harley flipped through the pages listlessly, her heart as dead as ashes.

"Could it really be that no one learned it?" Damian looked left and right, then said, "He taught so many people, and the Robins are all his students—really, not even one of them learned it?"

"And Robin, huh?" Dick shook his head. "Even Batman doesn't know it."

"What about others then?" Damian asked again. "Besides you guys, is there really no one else who learned it?"

Tim blinked slightly, then said: "Although it can't be said they've learned it, it seems someone actually does. Should we go ask Jenna?"

"Where is she?" Harley asked curiously. "She should be about to graduate. Where did Brainiac assign her to?"

"Probably the Federal Shield," Tim said. "But the Federal Shield doesn't seem to be on Earth right now. I'll go offline to check."

Tim went offline and called Jenna, but no one answered. In the end, Brainiac told him the Federal Shield had recently been on an extraterrestrial mission. He contacted Jenna only through Brainiac's communications.

After the video call connected, Tim immediately realized Jenna should be on a spaceship. But without portholes, he couldn't tell exactly which star system she was in for now.

"What's wrong, Tim?" Jenna asked.

"It's like this……" Tim briefly described his side's dilemma, then said, "If you could help provide some ideas for a paper, that would be great……"

"I'm afraid not," Jenna said. "Don't forget, Professor Xilei himself is a master of psychoanalysis. If you write using my ideas, he'll see at a glance it's not your own work, and then we'll be in trouble."

"What I mean is, can you write a paper from my perspective?" Tim asked hopefully. "Aren't you an empath? You could empathize with me and then help me write it?"

Jenna really had never done anything like this. She thought for a moment and said: "Although it's just a game and doesn't involve academic plagiarism, I also don't have full confidence……"

"Just give it a try," Tim said, clasping his hands together and raising them overhead. "It's better than me and Harley getting thrown out of the Xide Sect's teaching building together?"

Jenna reluctantly agreed. But she needed some time. Tim returned to the manor with the good news, and everyone finally beamed with joy. Charles also decided to turn a blind eye, after all, since they couldn't pass, Xilei would have to teach them, and he'd still have to relay messages in between. After listening to psychoanalysis for so long, even psychics began to doubt their own abilities.

Then they began inspecting the equipment that had burst out. The golden freeze gun was of top priority. Several people from this universe took turns examining it, and finally Harley said: "Definitely not the latest version, but I feel it's at least three or four years old—already good enough to use. Too bad there's only one."

"You say we can't replicate it?" Damian had another whimsical idea. "If we could manufacture it according to this one, wouldn't it mean everyone could have a golden weapon?"

"Haha. I'm going to review psychoanalysis." Harley turned and walked away.

"I'm going to write my paper." Tim also walked off.

The other players from this universe also left. Damian stared wide-eyed at them. Robin shook his head and said: "Don't get your hopes up. You can't write a humanities paper, but at least you can pad the word count with nonsense. In physics, you can't even fake it."

"Is this thing really that high-tech?" Damian stared at the freeze gun. Mr. Freeze is a relatively reclusive villain, and can't even really be called a villain. No matter what big thing happens in Gotham, he's just tinkering with ice in his little plot of land. As long as it doesn't delay freezing his wife, he won't act rashly. He's not the type like Scarecrow and Joker, who feel awful all over if they don't cause trouble for a day.

Batman usually doesn't go there, so the Robins go even less. Although memory suggests they might have crossed paths, it's probably just that he got frozen at the start and they watched the fight all the way to the end. Otherwise, they wouldn't have no impression.

Generally speaking, the Robins of the main universe aren't very familiar with Victor Fries, nor do they truly understand his freeze technology—they know it's powerful but not how powerful exactly.

On the contrary, the Robins of this universe are quite familiar with Victor. Because they basically all study at Gotham University. Also, Victor in this universe is less of a recluse—years ago he once froze Gotham, and later he even used precise ice technology to save the earth from fire and water. Even from an ordinary person's standpoint, Victor has been nominated for the Nobel Prize twice.

The reason he was only nominated and never won isn't because his technical level is lacking, but because he once used this technology on his own wife, violating basic experimental ethics. That's why he wasn't awarded in the end. Jonathan Crane is the same case. Actually, these two should have won the Nobel Prize long ago.

To replicate his freeze gun, even if it's an outdated version from years ago, is pure fantasy. It's like telling you to replicate fear toxin, or to learn psychoanalysis—it's the same level of difficulty. Jonathan, Victor, and Xilei's signature skills are dubbed Gotham's Impossible Triangle. Not because you can't learn them all at once, but because you can't learn even one of them.

The good news is, the Drowner can finally be dealt with. However, although we have the method, how exactly to carry it out is still a problem. Robin looked at that notebook and said: "I can roughly tell this bonfire is a magic circle. But I'm a theoretical mage with little practical experience, so I'm afraid I can't set it up."

"Then we still have to go find Constantine?" Nightwing said with a headache. Although it seems the black-haired Constantine and other Constantines aren't the same kind, just mentioning this name makes people instinctively want to stay away. He even wanted to suggest the black-haired Constantine change his name.

"Yes. He's relatively skilled at magic circles and rituals." Robin thought for a moment and said, "We've helped him once before, so he shouldn't refuse. No delay—let's go now."

The main universe's Robins went to Gotham Cathedral to ask Constantine to come out and set up the magic circle. The agent and the Hangman launched a search nearby to pinpoint the Drowner's location. Everyone else went all out to manufacture shells.

It's not that having magical means makes shells useless. This thing can't be lured by ordinary aggro methods—might even cause brain explosions. We can only use shells to constantly push him in one direction so he steps into the trap. So shells are still necessary.

Moreover, killing power isn't the key; the key is having a very loud sound and light show, which makes it easier to drive the monster back. And bringing this up, we can't avoid mentioning "Diana's Blessing."

How exactly Diana and Hephaestus managed to make a revolver produce the noise and recoil of a tank's main gun is indeed worth studying. Hephaestus is naturally an expert among experts in this area, and it's not something laypeople can just tinker with and figure out. But they can tinker with this gun.

Diana's Blessing provides infinite ammunition. So Tim thought: what if we intercept a few of those bullets and use them as part of the shell? That should produce a huge sound.

After Constantine and the bishop arrived, this idea was tested. Still, it was Lilith, contracted by Robin, who provided the insight. Immortals always have the edge in this area. She's dealt with the Olympian gods, knows their general patterns, and understands that achieving infinite bullets is actually done through clever spacetime looping.

Simply put, install something like a black hole inside the barrel. The two sides have different time flow rates. When a bullet passes through the barrel, the bullet at this end hasn't fully entered yet, while the front has already appeared and been fired. This way, there's always a bullet.

In theory, this would cause a spacetime paradox. But divine power can solve any problem. Anyway, it worked.

And extracting bullets from this method is also simple. Just use the observer effect: observe that what should be one bullet is now two bullets, and this loop will be broken. Divine protection against spacetime paradoxes is limited—if the observer effect is triggered, it might fail.

Saying is doing. They first studied the gun's structure, then found that trying to saw open the barrel or use other physical methods to see inside is impossible. After all, this gun uses Hephaestus's fine materials—human machine tools can't cut it.

But fortunately, there's someone present who can ignore any physical law to observe something. That's Tianzhao Lilith.

Prophetic ability is even less reasonable than divine power. It ignores all physical and magical rules and must be able to see something. This makes it perfectly usable as the observer in the observer effect. Moreover, it's an all-purpose observer that ignores spacetime distance.

Normally, prophetic ability triggers randomly—not whenever Lilith wants to see something, she sees it. And even if she uses it actively, what she sees are just blurry fragments. This prophecy isn't for precision machinery—how could you see every part?

But even more fortuitously, Lilith had just triggered a non-prophetic prophecy earlier—when the bishop was manipulating the collective unconscious, Lilith felt a certain throbbing, thus producing something like a "clairvoyance" effect similar to prophecy.

Clearly Lilith isn't a member of the Xilei Sect, and her telepathy isn't particularly strong, yet at that moment she sharply pointed to the truth. This is precisely because her prophetic ability also comes from her subconscious; otherwise, it wouldn't trigger passively.

So the rest is easy. Lilith focuses her attention on the gun, the bishop triggers her prophetic ability by manipulating the collective unconscious, then someone holds Diana's Blessing and fires, triggering internal barrel activity. Lilith uses her prophetic ability to observe the barrel's interior, triggering the observer effect, causing a spacetime paradox. The two bullets get anchored and will detach from the barrel.

It's clear this chain of operations isn't just ordering fried rice at an inn. It's like ordering a full Manhan feast inside the inn and still asking the chef to come out and recite the menu.

If someone dared to do this in the real world, the agent would be the first to arrest them. But in this game, Brainiac only needs to ensure the program runs without error, while players have to consider much more.