The days of being a spiritual mentor in Meiman.

Chapter 4279 Heroes Strike (Part 11)

Greed is exactly what Lord Superman is referring to. One of his abilities is summoning the sun. Greed is certain that when writing this code, the programmer couldn't have created a yellow sun of their own; they simply shrunk the suns of the solar system many times over and gave them to Lord Superman.

The reason for not creating their own wasn't entirely due to laziness. Mainly, the Kryptonians were created by God, and the program that makes them stronger by irradiating the yellow sun was written by God, without any comments. Even the administrators of the battle world, including Lucifer, probably don't understand it.

If we create a yellow sun ourselves, what if we don't get the frequency or anything right and it can't activate the Kryptonians' abilities? Wouldn't that render the skill useless? So we might as well just create an exact replica of the sun and leave the code as is as long as it runs.

The spaceship they created from blueprints downloaded online, which they used as a backdrop, happens to be powered by stellar energy. If Superman could summon a miniature star directly from within, wouldn't it be incredibly powerful?
While fighting monsters, Lord Superman first fully charged his spaceship's battery, then greedily activated the safety system and restarted the spaceship's engines, successfully getting the spaceship, which shouldn't have been running, up and running. And the only unlucky one was Bruce.

That's right, sometimes he has bat wings, sometimes angel wings, but he can't actually fly. That's how strategy games are; just because you have wings doesn't mean you can fly, and skins don't increase your combat power.

However, this might be for the sake of balance. After all, almost all of his skills are area-of-effect attacks, and he can switch forms back and forth, making him both offensive and defensive. If he were also given strong mobility, then no one else would have a chance to play.

Seeing the rising beam of light, Greed snapped his fingers and said, "I knew my kung fu wouldn't be wasted. Too bad I didn't kill Superman."

"That's enough. If we let them keep searching, they might have gotten even more equipment. This is the best outcome we can hope for. What should we do next?"

"You wanted to unleash my ultimate move? Let's go find someone to fight!"

Meanwhile, Bruce, who had been eliminated early in the game, appeared dejectedly in the command room. He slammed his fist on the table and said, "It was definitely Schiller's doing! That guy has never played the game properly according to the rules!"

"Alright, if he can take off the spaceship, it means it's definitely allowed in the rules. If it's not allowed, then it's the programmer's problem," Selena shrugged. "Besides, if he can break the rules, so can we..."

“Oh, darling,” Bruce said, “it seems that the magic bag we just found really is your personal equipment.”

"What? So I really did use a judgment skill?"

"Yes, and it's very interesting. Your set of skills isn't combat skills; to be precise, it's a set of skills that allow you to fight without actually fighting."

“You’re really confusing me,” Selena said. “What do you mean by ‘skills that don’t fight in battle’?”

"It means entering the battle, but not fighting in the battle."

"That's strange. If you're not going to fight in the battle, why get into a battle?"

"Because you can steal things," Bruce said slyly. "Your deck can steal items from other players; otherwise, why would it have an extra inventory slot?"

Upon hearing that she could steal things, Selena's eyes lit up instantly. She rubbed her hands together and said, "Really? I can steal other people's gadgets, but they won't let me, right?"

"Of course, if it's one-on-one, they probably won't let you steal it, but what if it's a big free-for-all?"

"That's not easy to steal from. If I, a grown man, sneak up on them, how could they not sense me?"

“I really can’t sense it, because you have an invisibility skill,” Bruce said. “Some of your skills can stack invisibility values, and once the invisibility value reaches a certain amount, you can become invisible, so you can stealthily take advantage of it.”

"That's great?" Selena practically jumped for joy. "Then what are we waiting for? Let's find someone to fight!"

"No, we can't go looking for others first, because your skills aren't suitable for combat. In a one-on-one situation, we won't have an advantage. We have to wait for others to start fighting, and then sneak over to attack."

Selena nodded, then asked, "So what about judgment skills?"

"Besides accumulating stealth points, you also need to accumulate skill points. The higher your skill points, the higher your success rate. However, we've already figured out your exclusive equipment, so the initial success rate is already quite high. We'll be able to steal it nine times out of ten, but the quality of the stolen items might not be that good."

"How is the skill value stacked?"

"It's all about stealing. The more times you succeed, the more you gain. Concealment points are a bit more complicated, but I know how to do it, so don't worry."

"Great, hahaha!" Selena laughed heartily. "I haven't been a burglar in ages since Gotham's security improved. I went around Hollywood a few times, but it wasn't enough. The people there aren't as vigilant as they are in Gotham. It's nothing like the thrill and excitement of Gotham."

"My God, you're in Hollywood..."

Selena realized she had let something slip and quickly covered her mouth. But she soon added confidently, "I was just browsing, I didn't actually steal anything. Their security awareness and standards aren't worth my time."

Even if they have very beautiful gems?

"Pretty my foot! Everything they put in the vault is fake!" Selena said with a gossipy look. "You have no idea, I even saw someone steal from the vault and replace all the rich people's jewels with fakes, and the owners were still in the dark!"

"That's outrageous?" Bruce was somewhat incredulous. He said, "But those rich people must have some discernment, right? The gems are fake, can't they tell? Even if they can't tell, someone would tell them, wouldn't they?"

"No one would get involved in this mess. Even if someone did see through it, they would think that the person was deliberately using a fake, and at most they would laugh at him behind his back. How could they possibly point it out to his face? Besides, most of the people who are fooled are nouveau riche, and they don't have your discerning eye."

"I just thought you were complimenting me."

"Of course I'm praising you, darling. Even though you're always too poor to buy gems, so this eye for gems is useless to you, but it's always good to have more skills."

Bruce laughed in exasperation. He said, "Even when I was at my poorest, I could still afford jewels! You don't actually believe the Hollywood tabloids' stories about me going bankrupt, do you?"

“I’m really praising you,” Selena said. “Even when you were at your poorest, you would rather sell your car than sell the necklace you gave me. That shows how hopelessly in love you are with me.”

Bruce was taken aback, then said with a hint of disbelief, "Sell the necklace I gave you? But the necklace I gave you is yours, how can I sell your things?"

“Well, maybe we have different standards for judging a good man,” Selena said, touching her face. “Maggie’s ex-boyfriend broke into her house and robbed her of all her belongings after losing all his money gambling. They dated for more than two months, and when they broke up, the man took back the half-burnt scented candle he had given Maggie for Valentine’s Day.”

"Is this even human???"

"That's how it is at the bottom. Although the safety of Gotham has improved, the people are still the same. These people didn't receive any moral education growing up, or rather, they were taught that it's good to take more than you can eat, which helped them survive in poverty. Although they are not so poor now, their habits are still hard to change."

“My God,” Bruce said, “I don’t even imagine living another hundred years and being so poor that I’d have to sell my girlfriend’s necklace. Morally speaking, I just can’t do it. If I asked you for it, you’d probably scratch my face all over.”

“Not really,” Selena said. “I certainly won’t give you the necklace directly, because you’re such a foolish rich kid that you’ll only go to those shady middlemen. If you were to sell it, you’d lose 80%. But if it were me, and he asked for a depreciation price higher than 15%, I’d make sure he didn’t get a single sale in Gotham!”

Bruce seemed still shocked by this money-making idea. He thought he had already lowered his moral standards, but he didn't expect there to be such experts.

“And there’s an advantage to me selling them,” Selena said in a low voice, “I can steal them back the same night I sell them. Of course, you’re only giving me good stuff. If I can wait a couple more days and see who ends up with them, I might be able to get a few freebies back.”

"That won't do, will it?" Bruce said in a low voice. "With Brainiac around, do you think you can steal it back?"

"Heh, I've just retired from the game, not died. Although Brainiac is very strict, making it harder to break through security, everything else has become easier."

"What do you mean?"

"The hardest part of being a thief is everything except stealing the items. I won't go into the details of selling stolen goods, as I have my own connections. But you also have to figure out what you can steal, what you can't steal, who you can steal from, and who you can't steal from. If you steal from one person, you have to steal from another. If you don't steal from one, you can't steal from the other, otherwise it will be chaos."

"You said I confused you? You're the one who confused me. So, you're the one who's pulling the strings in Gotham?"

"You know what, I once used a gemstone to start a fight between two big gangs. Besides, have you forgotten the slap I gave Falcone? I'm not the kind of petty thief you imagine, someone who swallows his pride and lives a life of mediocrity at the bottom of society."

"When I first met you, I knew you were no ordinary person. Indeed, reaching the top in any industry is no easy feat."

"Honestly, from what I've seen in the news, Wayne Enterprises is going downhill. Don't you really need my support? Don't be shy, I've made a lot of money in Hollywood."

"No, that won't be necessary, but there's something I really need your help with. When I was developing agricultural machinery for Brainiac, I assembled a few myself using leftover materials. Do you have any connections to sell them?"

"My God, Bruce, how did you manage to embezzle money while working right under Brainiac's nose? How did you do that?"

"Of course, it's because of my superb mechanical engineering skills. And I didn't cut corners. He provided some redundancy in every part of the materials, which gave me room to make a difference."

“I can’t do that,” Selena said. “I mainly know black market dealers of valuables. If you want to resell tractors, go find Clark! He and his dad are definitely… oh wait, they’re all good people, they probably wouldn’t want to do this. I’ll go look for you after the game is over.”

“There’s a fight going on up ahead,” Bruce said. “Looks like Schiller and Natasha? They have some nice gadgets. Let’s see if we can snag one or two.”

(End of this chapter)