American comics: Enlightenment in Arkham, Ascension to Homelander.

Chapter 28 I have a very sensitive constitution
The dream was supposed to be a refreshing story, and Downton was supposed to have developed the ability to fight a hundred people alone here.

But for Downton...

If one has to work hard even in his dreams, wouldn't he become a beast of burden?
It is impossible to be a beast of burden. Rest time should be used for rest.

During the day he was walking in the hail of bullets. If he wanted to practice, wouldn't it be better to do field practice during the day?
As for dreams, aren’t they about defeating death during the day?

I avoid death and walk around it so that I can survive. This is also a way to defeat death!

Thinking of this, Donton lowered his raised arms and looked around.

Although this extremely real dream disturbed my sleep.

But... no one stipulates that I can't have a good sleep in my dreams, right?

It was the first time I died on a bus, so I got off early.

If I die in the middle of the battlefield between the Dimitrov family and the Sabatino family next time, I will never go there no matter what!
So, Downton walked along the Gotham bus station for a while and found a park with pretty good scenery.

Walking along the path into the woods, Donton picked a tree and lawn that provided enough shade and lay down happily.

Are you sleeping in a dream?

It's really an experience I've never had before!
Before he knew it, or how much time had passed, Donton let out a comfortable sigh.

Looking around, there is still grass and greenery, so did I really sleep in a dream?
"Dude, it's time to wake up. The sky has darkened in my dreams, and all the dead time I had during the day has passed!"

He slapped his face and then opened his eyes again.

This time, he was indeed lying in the king-size bed room of the Kane Hotel.

Lifting the quilt, Donton looked at the three women lying side by side on the ground. They were sleeping soundly, with saliva flowing out of the gags in their mouths.

Walking past the three of them, Donton went to the floor-length mirror in the dressing room and looked at his figure.

Before today, he was neither fat nor thin, with no excess fat nor too much muscle.

Now, his muscle lines are much clearer, and his pectoral muscles and gluteus maximus are much more expanded than before.

After raising his hands and making a bodybuilding back stretch, Donton lay on the ground and did push-ups one by one.

Originally, he could do forty standard push-ups in one breath, but after forty, his arms had no strength left.

But now...

"One hundred and seventy-two... one hundred and eighty-six... two hundred and four... two hundred... sixty!"

It was only after he did 260 standard push-ups that the soreness gradually came over Donton. He was so satisfied with his talent.

Since sleeping in a dream can avoid death and become stronger, why does he have to fight and kill in his dreams? Isn’t reality fucked up enough?

Getting up from the ground, Donton went to the bathroom and took a nice shower.

After taking a shower, he put on his clothes and came to the awakened woman, and untied the hair dryer that was tied to the woman's hands.

With her hands free, the woman hurriedly began to untie the other wires, but looking at the gun that Donton had inserted at his waist, the woman said nothing in the end.

By the time Donton had dried his hair, the woman had already let go of the two masseuses, so Donton took out the only two thousand dollars he had left and stuffed the money into the masseuses' bar.

"Thank you, boss. I wish you and your wife a happy life~"

"The boss is generous. Gil is still strong at the age of 80~"

The two masseuses who received the money hurriedly gave their blessings, and then seemingly naturally but actually quickly packed up their things.

In just a moment, two masseuses stood at the door and waved to Downton and the female landlord with a smile.

"If you don't have any other requests, we'll leave."

"If you have other requirements, you can also order us. We are number 16 and number 36~"

"Come on, you two are trembling, let's go quickly.

By the way, thank you both for your hard work last night."

Donton waved to the two women, who immediately bowed and said goodbye.

"It's not hard, it's not hard, goodbye boss!"

"goodbye!"

As soon as the words fell, the two women rushed out of the door and ran straight to the elevator. It was not until the elevator door closed that the two masseuses hugged each other tightly.

"It's terrible that there are such bold people!"

"Yeah, there's no fun in using wires. Wires are the most boring thing!"

"It must be a robbery. After the robbery, they even asked us to have a massage!"

"He even ordered one for...the woman who was robbed. He was actually quite particular about it!"

……

Without mentioning the mental journey of the two masseuses, after they left, Donton pulled out his pistol and pointed it at the expressionless woman.

Facing Donton's gun, the woman's mouth dropped and she said helplessly.

"You don't have to point a gun at me, I thought about it all night last night and I've figured it out.

Whether you want my money or my body, I will obey you, as long as you don't kill me like you did last night."

As soon as she finished speaking, the woman lifted the bed sheet that covered her body and then lay down on the bed with her arms and legs spread out.

"I'm right here, go ahead if you want to. If possible, try to be gentle, as I have a sensitive body.

If you just want the money, then my bag is in the closet. It contains about 4,000 in cash and two Wayne Bank cards. The password is... "

"okay."

Donton interrupted the woman and came to her side.

After patting the woman's butt gently, Donton threw her clothes on her.

"Put on your clothes, and then take me to eat something. Since you're booking a room here, let's go to the hotel restaurant. It's close."

"It's all up to you."

The woman rolled her eyes, picked up her clothes, sat up, dressed neatly, and took Downton to Kane's Restaurant for a meal.

While eating, the woman looked around nervously. She thought she saw a few sneaky people.

Noticing the woman's look, Donton tapped the dishes with his fork while stuffing the croissant into his mouth.

“No need to look any further, they are all here to arrest me.

I sneaked in last night, but today I didn’t even wear a hat, it’s unusual for the security guards at this hotel not to recognize me.”

"But... don't you care?
Or am I your hostage and you want to use me to threaten them later?

I... you have tied me up and slept with me all night, and I even treated you to a meal, so you should at least be a little more considerate of me."

The woman became more nervous. Even though she had accepted the fact that the criminal had infiltrated and controlled her, she really didn't want to embarrass herself in front of too many people.

What if I get scared and cry so hard that my makeup gets smudged, and then I end up on TV news like this...

How do those little bitch subordinates in the company view themselves!

As for losing your life?

She had survived the situation last night, and she was almost accepting that Downton would not kill him.

On the other side, seeing that what the woman said was interesting, Donton picked up a piece of fried egg with a fork and stuffed it directly into the woman's mouth.

"Is this considered taking care of you, haha!

Don’t think too much. After this meal, we will never see each other again. I hope you won’t be kidnapped again.

After all, if other kidnappers kidnap you, they won’t just sleep with you.”

"You didn't sleep!"

"Ok?"

"It's embarrassing, but you didn't sleep with me at all. Don't you like women?"

"Don't be so confident, man. I'm done eating and leaving!"

(End of this chapter)