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Batman found him. But the Riddler said this was just the beginning of the game.

The facility here has been modified by the Riddler and connected to the Gotham power grid. Batman must follow his rules, moving forward along the bricks arranged to form question marks, taking only one step at a time.

Each brick is connected to a deadly trap, and to advance smoothly without triggering them, Batman must follow the game's rules. The Riddler will pose questions to him, and Batman can move forward one step for each correct answer.

If he answers all the questions correctly, he can successfully escape all the death traps, and the riddle-solver will willingly give up his resistance and surrender.

However, if the rules are broken, all the death traps will activate instantly, and the entire Gotham power grid will collapse without warning. The damage to the city will be incalculable.

"Ha, that's right again, you can take another step forward."

The riddle-maker waved his cane and said with great pride.

"You've answered the third question correctly. You're really smart, Batman. I'm starting to hate to see this game end."

"Shut up and keep asking, you riddle teller."

Batman took a step forward, and a green brick sank beneath his boot.

"Okay, okay, as you say. Let's have some fun."

The riddle-maker took off his top hat with the question mark on it, hung it on his cane, and spun it around and around.

"Next question. 'My greatest strength is that I know my own worth. I hug myself tightly every time I am born.'"

So, Batman, who am I?

Batman stared at him expressionlessly.

“A precious sword,” he said coldly.

The riddle solver showed delight.

"Wrong, wrong, wrong! Ha, you're finally wrong." The riddle teller raised both hands, as happy as a 200-pound child. "The answer is 'knot,' which is the famous unsolved puzzle in history, the 'Goldium Knot'!"

It was a rope that no one could untie, not even Alexander the Great could.

"Hey, wait a minute, what are you doing?!"

He was stunned to see Batman ignore his trap and stride straight towards it. Bricks sank one after another beneath his feet.

The riddle-maker's eyes widened: "How could our traps be connected?"

He clearly won; Batman was wrong. The death trap should have been activated by now, and Batman should be dead on the spot.

But he just walked up there, as if the Riddler's traps didn't exist at all. No, they really didn't exist. None of the traps he had carefully designed were triggered.

"Just like I said, the answer is 'sword'. Just ten seconds ago, I hacked your system, and all your gadgets are useless now."

Batman walked straight up to him, grabbed the Riddler by the collar, and lifted him up.

"You're right, even Alexander the Great couldn't untie the Gordian Knot. So the Great drew his sword."

Batman's powerful hook punch landed on the Riddler's face, splitting his cheek and causing him to spit blood.

"With a single sword stroke, the knot was cleaved open."

The Riddler crashed to the ground, his mouth full of blood, his head spinning. But he still laughed: "So you did guess the answer to the riddle after all. Impressive, Batman."

I admire your skill, but you still cheated. You broke the rules and must be punished.

"We've been fighting for so long, I know you pretty well, and I guessed you wouldn't necessarily follow the rules. That's why I deliberately held back this time."

He sat down on the ground and casually snapped his fingers.

"Come forth, my dark friends, and bring this cheater to justice!"

Batman tensed up.

He had already encountered supernatural phenomena in previous operations and knew that demons possessing criminals existed in Gotham. This situation now seemed strangely familiar.

He held his breath, bracing himself for any ghostly figures that might pounce from every corner of the darkness.

Then nothing happened.

The riddle teller stood there for a while, still in the snapping-finger pose, and the atmosphere became a little awkward.

The riddle-maker pondered for a moment.

I must have opened it the wrong way.

So he changed his posture and snapped his fingers with the other hand.

He felt he hadn't hit the target well, so he did it again.

"Appear, you dark spirit!"

silence.

A cold wind blew into the tomb from who-knows-where, bringing a biting chill along with a slightly awkward feeling.

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Batman's gaze toward the Riddler became even stranger.

Just as we're considering adding a entry to the Riddler's file, this guy's mental problems seem to be trending towards delusions.

The riddle teller sighed softly, "Alas, I knew it! You really have to rely on yourself. The devil and all that stuff is unreliable; they have absolutely no integrity."

Batman stepped forward and punched him again, this time cracking his nose and causing the Riddler to bleed profusely.

But he was still grinning, seemingly unperturbed by the beating. As Batman pinned him to the ground, he chuckled, "Oh well, I wasn't really expecting anything from those supernatural things anyway."

Fortunately, I still had a trump card up my sleeve, my last resort, a game-changer.

boom! ! !

Explosion.

A thunderous roar echoed above the confined space, causing the entire underground area to tremble violently. Cracks began to spread across the massive rock at the top, making the tomb appear as if it were about to collapse.

"what have you done!?"

Batman lifted the Riddler up and slammed him against the wall.

“I knew you would cheat, so I made a backup plan beforehand,” the Riddler smiled. “And the punishment for cheating is that Gotham will soon be playing ‘basketball water tank’.”

Batman's pupils contracted.

He knew about "Water Tank Basketball," a mini-game. A person sits directly above a water tank, with a switch underneath that connects to a target next to them. When the player hits the target, the person on the tank falls into the water and gets soaked.

The player described in the riddle as using the "basketball tank" is from Gotham City.

The riddle-maker grinned, revealing a blood-soaked smile.

“I just blew up Gotham’s most critical flood barrier. Now, the city is about to become part of the Atlantic Ocean.”

Chapter 59 Flowing Back into the Sea

The disaster struck suddenly.

People heard a deafening roar in their sleep, a sound like the sky splitting open. The next moment, Gotham's floodgates cracked. Tons of water surged into the city like a raging torrent, the current crashing against buildings and roads with unparalleled force, creating massive waves that surged and churned like tsunamis.

"The subway entrance is flooded!"

That's from the subway control center.

"The pumping system isn't responding, and the pressure reducing system is also losing power! We need electricity!"

But the power company was powerless to do anything about it. The staff were frantic, but none of the machines were responding. Every screen in front of them was dominated by a domineering purplish-red display with a green question mark in the center.

"Chief, it's that madman called the Riddler!" someone shouted desperately. "He's hijacked all the machines, we can't do anything about it!"

The priest in the church raised the cross to his chest, closed his eyes, and began to pray silently.

"God, forgive our sins."

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Batman used his grappling hook to fly onto a rooftop. He saw the floodwaters sweeping through the streets near the coast, washing away vehicles, stalls, and sidewalks, which from above looked like tiny leaves swirling in a whirlpool.

The building's windows were shattered by the floodwaters, which poured into the interior like a monster. Streetlights, signs, and trees were uprooted, and the sounds of crashing and collapsing echoed throughout the building.

"Young Master? Young Master, are you still there!?"

Alfred's voice came from the headset.

Batman had just rescued two trapped civilians from an enclosed room using his grappling hook. He crouched on a dripping spout as a light rain began to fall, pattering onto his cape and mask.

“It’s my fault, Alfred.”

He looked down at the floodwaters surging wildly into the city streets.

"I caught Nigma, but I couldn't stop him. I didn't expect him to go this far; I misjudged him. This shouldn't have happened."

What's going on?!

At this very moment, halfway through the call.

In an instant, a burst of incandescent light erupted. A pillar of light pierced the sky, and a red and silver giant suddenly appeared above the flood-ravaged coastline.

The intense light forced Batman to raise his arm to shield his face, his cape billowing in the raging wind.

When he looked closely, his pupils under the mask contracted slightly.

It is the being known as "Ultraman".

But now that things have come to this, what is he doing here?

Many people noticed the commotion. In fact, it was quite difficult to ignore a 50-meter-tall giant accompanied by a blindingly bright light appearing in the sky above the city.

However, the situation is urgent right now, and everyone is too busy taking care of themselves to stop and think.

The Batman figure on the drip spout squinted.

What is he going to do?

The next moment, the giant crossed his arms in front of his chest and clenched his fists.

In a daze, Batman seemed to see the entire sky flicker.

It was as if a bolt of lightning from nowhere had ripped across the sky, and the world seemed to tremble before the giant.

The giant raised his hand.

Facing the sea, towards the seawater that surged into the city like a stampede of ten thousand horses.